Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 308 - First Time Raiding A Lower-Level Dungeon
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1084- Top ten gatekeeper
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 7: Mission Completed! Influx of Good Reviews?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 574: All My Friends
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 197: Joke
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 275: Home
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1083.5- Country top ten (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 903: Lifespan
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 307 - The Dragonkind Frontline Outpost Dungeon Becomes A Stronghold
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1083- Country top ten
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3809: Mysterious Little Grass
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 573: Uncle and Nephew, Father and Son
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 196: Witness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 274: Home
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1082- Another space
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 902: The Function of Belief
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 901: System
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 306 - Blowing Things Out Of Proportion
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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 318 - A Heartwarming Read, With No Fighting Or Killing (Teaser)
Meng Anwen opened his eyes and exchanged a glance with Bai Yiyuan. Both shared a flicker of surprise. Lin Moyu had only been in the Abyss for half a day, yet he returned carrying an overwhelming murderous aura.
Bai Yiyuan’s eyes narrowed as he studied Lin Moyu, who now seemed cloaked in a thick, palpable murderous aura—the kind that could only be born from slaughtering countless lives.
After Lin Moyu had single-handedly wiped out the Drake Legion before, his murderous aura had been intense. But compared to now, that earlier intensity seemed almost trivial. If a low-level class user were to stand before him now, they would likely buckle under the pressure of his murderous aura alone.
Lin Moyu stepped into the courtyard and bowed respectfully to Bai Yiyuan and Meng Anwen, “Teacher, Senior Meng, I’m back.” His tone remained the same, though the coldness in his eyes was unmistakable.
Bai Yiyuan, with curiosity laced in his voice, asked, “What did you do in the Abyss?”
Lin Moyu wasn’t surprised that Bai Yiyuan already knew about his journe
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