PREVIEW

... doms in front of him. There were also bodies and flesh of the dragons that had detonated under the divine kingdoms' splendor. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his eyes.


"I had no idea the inhabitants of the Holy Dragon Kingdom would build a strong protective barrier and enlist the assistance of so many dragons!" They must have been able to create so many protective shields in such a short time with the dragons' help.


He thought that the mysterious moving city he saw after burs ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
The Great Mage Returns After 4000 Years (Web Novel KR)Vol 2 Chapter 481
 4.4M
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasyHarem

The worst student of Westroad Academy. The disgrace of the Blake House. A new soul enters the body of Frey Blake, who couldn’t overcome his miserable life and chose death instead. “What’s with this body? I’ll have to work on tuning it from scratch.” The Great Mage Lucas Traumen, with the body of Frey Blake, gains a chance at revenge!

MTL - Stormwind God~ Finish this testimony and push my new book, "Man Manfa"
 915.6k
4.2/5(votes)
FantasyXuanhuan

This is a young man who traveled to the world of Azeroth.

For love and justice (don’t become a ghoul), fear of sacrifice (you can run the corpse to resurrect), in search of lost justice and humanity (temporary discipline), don’t stop.

Festival Exercises Retrieve the story of Festival Exercises.

- Description from Ptwxz

My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire!Chapter 878 - 877
 48.2k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasy

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?Chapter 80 – Mist Tower
 53
4.5/5(votes)
XianxiaXuanhuanComedy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.