Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chapter 1123: The Holy Temple's Sacred Bell!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Destroying the Nine Dragon Blood Formation was no easy task, not even for a Great General.
Bang!
The black-armored guard took two steps forward and then stomped, immediately shooting through the air like a cannonball aimed at Dusong Mangpoje.
Before Dusong Mangpoje could even react, the black-armored guard was in front of him. A steely fist rapidly expanded in Dusong Mangpoje's vision, smashing into his chest.
This punch had such enormous weight behind it that Dusong Mangpoje was sent flying through the air like a ragdoll.
As if he had been fired from a cannon, Dusong Mangpoje flew several thousand feet, leaving a deep fissure on the ground and a large cloud of dust.
At this moment, the Great Tang had succeeded in fending off the sudden attack from the Arabs, Tibetans, and Western Turks. The assault of the four Great Generals had collapsed, with the Eagle of the Plateau Dusong Mangpoje even being heavily injured.
Bang!
At this moment, the oppressive battlefield suddenly exploded with cheers, the Tang soldiers unleashing deafening roars.
But no one noticed that the black-armored guard, floating a foot off the ground, had imperceptibly creased his thick brows.
And no one noticed that when Dusong Mangpoje had been struck by the black-armored guard, he had been knocked toward that vast sandstorm that dominated the battlefield. There, the Arab War God was doing battle with the Demonic Emperor Old Man.
"Success!"
The fallen Dusong Mangpoje was covered in blood, but there was a faint smile on his lips as he raised his head. Reflected in his pitch-black eyes was a completely different scene.
A massive vibration came from within that vast yellow sandstorm spanning the gap between heaven and earth, and then a massive fissure tore open. With astonishing speed, the churning sand vanished, revealing two figures. One was bursting with golden light, an existence on par with the sun and moon. The other was a pitch-black figure
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