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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
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?
Chapter 603: The Decisive Battle! A Clash of Ten Thousand Generals! (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Although nothing had yet occurred, a massive pressure instantly began to descend.
From the start of this battle, the Mengshe–Ü-Tsang army had always only sent one, two, or three generals. Never had they engaged in a large-scale commitment of their generals, until now.
Longqinba, Fengjiayi, Duan Yangyan, Ciren Xiangxiong, Tumi Sangzha… in the previous battles, these people on their own had been able to pose a large problem to the Great Tang. Now, all of them had appeared to participate in the general offensive together.
Winds would portend a storm, and by now, even the slowest person would have been able to tell that a fierce battle would be taking place today.
Rumble!
In a roiling cloud of dust, a flood of steel approached the southern face of the mountain, with two exceptionally striking figures riding in front.
"Young Master Wang, have you solved your water problem?"
A hearty laugh came from the foot of the mountain. Dalun Ruozan, seated on a Tibetan steed, raised his head to the summit, his face all smiles. If there was one thing he could tell, it was that the Tang morale was extremely poor.
Wang Chong had used all sorts of methods to compel Dalun Ruozan to an extremely rare state, but in the end, he had still allowed his weak point to be discovered.
"Young Master, don't speak with him."
Even Old Eagle could sense that Dalun Ruozan harbored no good intentions by requesting to speak with Wang Chong at this time.
"It's fine."
Wang Chong waved his hand. His originally focused expression actually broke into a smile at Dalun Ruozan's words.
"Great Minister, I knew that you would attack today. Let's make a bet. How many people do you think Ü-Tsang and Mengshe Zhao will lose this time?"
Wang Chong smiled as he walked up in front of the banner.
"On the first day, Ü-Tsang and Mengshe Zhao lost nearly one hundred thousand people. Great Minister, take a guess. Once this battle ends, how man
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