He had barely landed when several figures surrounded him from different directions.
Suleiman was the first to step forward, his armor covered in charred marks from the bone dragon's breath.
But his face showed no signs of fatigue; instead, it radiated an irrepressible excitement.
He strode up to Lin Feng and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Lord Lin! I was just fighting two Bone Dragon Kings from 800 meters away, and when I took a moment to glance at the sky, guess what I saw?"
Suleiman's voice boomed, his face filled with disbelief, "I saw that arrogant Hel Shadow being completely overwhelmed by you!"
He slammed his hand on the battlement, sending stone chips flying. His voice was full of astonishment: "That guy's Shadow Movement is as smooth as flowing water. The veil of the dead was barely opened before you pierced it. Tell me, what kind of monster are you?"
A level 40 warrior actually forced a level 49 Undead King to flee wildly through the clouds! If word got out, what would become of the Undead race's reputation?
Edmund, who was following behind Suleiman, also came forward to greet them.
After hearing Suleiman's boast, Edmund nodded slightly and added calmly.
“Suleiman only saw the process, but I saw the result. When Hel finally stopped, the mana shield was already half thin. That was not a strategic retreat, but a forced retreat by you.”
He looked at Lin Feng, a rare hint of admiration appearing in his usually serious eyes: "Before the battle, everyone thought that being able to hold off the Undead King was the limit. You not only held him off, but you also drove him back."
At that moment, a slight fluctuation of magical energy came from behind, and Isabella was the last to walk over.
The dark scorch marks on her blue robe had not yet been cleaned, but her steps remained calm and graceful.
She didn't lay hands on Suleiman, nor did she sit upright like Edmund.
She simply stood in front of Lin Feng, nodded slightly, and a meaningful smile played on her lips.
"I have never seen another being that can suppress Hel Shadow head-on. I have fought against it before, and I know better than anyone how difficult that shield is to break through."
Not only can you force him back when his shield is full, but you can also suppress him in a war of attrition, which is something that a regular level 40 unit cannot do.
She paused, a hint of probing flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Lord Lin, you wouldn't... really have a legendary profession, would you?"
Faced with the astonishment and speculation of the crowd, Lin Feng chuckled softly and shook his head.
"I want the legendary class too, but unfortunately I don't have it."
Lin Feng shrugged and analyzed seriously, "The reason I was able to fight like this is purely because my professional skills and equipment just happen to counter magic-based characters. High evasion and high negative resistance made it impossible for Hel to connect her control chain."
Moreover, Hel Shadow probably held back some tricks. From beginning to end, it only used about 80% of its strength. If it really comes down to a fight to the very end, the outcome is hard to say..."
Upon hearing this, Suleiman's eyebrows furrowed.
"That guy had a backup plan? That old man is really persistent."
Edmund pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "That's possible. Hel Shadow is stalling, or rather... it's testing the waters, both to test Lord Lin's combat strength and to test the bottom line of our White Tower City's defenses."
After the murmurs subsided, Isabella spoke slowly and deliberately: "Although the undead's offensive today was fierce, the pace was too short. From the establishment of the Bone Serpent Slope to the main force pressing forward, it only took a little over an hour, and then it came to an abrupt halt."
She turned around, her golden eyes reflecting the churning purple clouds on the horizon: "If it's a full-scale offensive, the undead will never give us a chance to breathe. They don't need rest or supplies."
They will surge in like a relentless tide, day and night, giving us no time to replenish supplies or to rest and regroup. Therefore, my assessment is that today's attack was merely a test.
These words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the remaining excitement and ease on everyone's faces.
Suleiman stopped his earlier boasting, placed his hands on the battlements, and looked down at the soldiers clearing the battlefield. He remained silent for a moment.
"Yes... White Tower City is now shrouded in the 'Rain of Death', half of its water source has been polluted, and a large number of low-level personnel are still losing health."
To be honest, in our current state, just holding on until the Holy Light Canopy ends is already our limit.
Edmund did not refute. He patted the hilt of his sword, his voice steady yet carrying a rare optimism: "But from another perspective, forcing the undead race to reveal their trump card this time can be considered a gain."
We'd never heard of a "rain canopy" before, but now that we know its effects, its range, and its impact on water sources, our subsequent defense deployments can be more targeted—it's not a bad thing.
Lin Feng nodded and turned to Isabella: "Lord Isabella, has the situation at Lionheart City improved?"
When Isabella spoke of this, the seriousness between her brows finally eased somewhat.
"I coordinated ten third-tier powerhouses to reinforce Lionheart City. The latest news from yesterday is that they have stabilized their defenses and are organizing a counterattack. It is expected that they can defeat the undead flanking force of Lionheart City within ten days."
However, annihilating them completely is difficult. The best outcome would be for the undead detachment from Lionheart City to be repelled and then rejoin the main force on White Tower City's side.
By then, we will also receive a large influx of reinforcements from Lionheart City. With the two forces combined, we should be able to hold out until the dungeon reopens.
When she said the words "underground city," her voice unconsciously slowed down a bit, and then she gave Lin Feng a meaningful look: "After the underground city is unsealed, the situation should change drastically."
Lin Feng understood immediately, nodded, and didn't ask any further questions.
After a brief exchange of opinions on city defense deployments on the city tower, Suleiman and Edmund clasped their hands in farewell and returned to their respective sections of the city wall to oversee their duties.
A brief silence fell over the city gate tower.
Lin Feng turned around and found that Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan had been standing behind him at some point.
"Let's go take a look at the west city wall."
As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them did not take the passage on the city wall, but instead took to the air.
From a high vantage point, the entire western wall of Baitacheng can be seen.
The bone serpent army had completely retreated from the city walls, leaving behind only large areas of shattered bones and charred marks corroded by dark energy.
Inside the city wall, the rotation of the reserve troops was proceeding in an orderly manner.
At the street corner, a captain held up a command flag and calmly directed his team to advance in turns.
The gray-robed crossbowmen were replaced by a new batch of soldiers who had been rotated out. The retired soldiers leaned against the wall, panting. Some tilted their heads back to drink water from their water bladders, while others silently wiped the bloodstains off their crossbows.
Tens of thousands of county soldiers pushed wheelbarrows loaded with arrows and rolling stones, shuttling between sections of the city wall to resupply.
