Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster Chapter 470 - The Dragonkind’s Battle Puppets (Teaser)
The formations on the Dragonkind warships flared to life, Magic Crystals glowing brightly as they unleashed powerful attacks.
Lin Moyu reacted instantly. His wings hummed as he darted through the air, avoiding each strike.
The eight warships advanced relentlessly, their barrage unceasing. But Lin Moyu's agility made him a nearly impossible target.
These warships weren't designed for skirmishing with fast-moving enemies. Their true strength lay in siege warfare.
Against stationary targets, they were devastating.
But against someone like Lin Moyu, it was like firing anti-aircraft cannons at a mosquito, futile.
His sixth sense was razor-sharp. Spirit force extended around him like a net, warning him of danger before it struck.
Dodging at blinding speed, he closed the gap between himself and the warships.
He raised a finger to cast a spell, but then paused.
Below, the mountain range was dotted with countless Lightning Trees. If he used a curse now, it would provoke them.
Lin Moyu wasn’t particularly afraid. But experience had taught him a
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