Lin Feng watched silently from the air for a moment, saying nothing, only nodding slightly.
Jiang Zhaoyue noticed the change in his expression and said softly, "The defense handover was done very well, and the command has practical experience."
"Mm," Lin Feng replied.
After confirming that the defenses on the west side of the city wall had been reinforced, the three returned to the west gate tower.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood by the battlements, her gaze sweeping over the corroded city walls and the mountains of broken bones piled up outside the city.
Her brows furrowed tightly, and a deep worry lingered in her voice:
"The undead race is already this troublesome... If we encounter the even more terrifying Nightmare race, I really don't know what the situation will be like..."
Jiang Yelan stood beside her, his arms crossed over his chest.
Her usually calm and composed face was now unusually devoid of any ease.
She took over the conversation in a deep voice: "Moreover, the undead race only has one level 49 undead king. The nightmare race... would definitely not only have this level of combat power, otherwise, they would not have been forcibly sealed for a full six months."
Hearing their concerns, Lin Feng turned around, his gaze calmly falling on their slightly solemn faces.
“The Nightmare Clan does indeed have more than one level 49, but that’s a matter for later. Let’s finish this battle first. Even if they are truly °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° invincible, I will stand at the forefront.”
After he finished speaking, he turned around and stopped talking, leaving the two of them with only his silent back.
Jiang Zhaoyue stared at him blankly.
Lin Feng was more than half a head taller than her, and his heavy armor was covered with scorch marks from the burning of shadows. There was even a hideous gash in the armor on his left shoulder.
Even so, his back remained ramrod straight.
In that instant, an indescribable feeling welled up inside her.
He was just a person, standing there quietly, yet he was like an insurmountable wall, firmly blocking all despair and darkness behind him.
Jiang Yelan's gaze also fell on Lin Feng's broad back.
Her thoughts drifted away, recalling how they had come all the way from the initial Black Wind Camp to the present, and it seemed that no desperate situation could ever truly trap this man.
Her previously tense nerves quietly relaxed at this moment.
She suddenly felt that as long as she followed this figure, the so-called Nightmare Clan didn't seem so scary anymore.
...
When Hel Shadow returned to the rear of the undead army, his mana shield had thinned to just a thin layer of pale golden light.
It landed on a makeshift throne made of bones, the bone staff striking the ground with a dull thud.
The hundred or so necromancers around him sensed the king's oppressive aura and knelt down in unison.
"Rest for three days."
Hel's voice was hoarse and low, and the soul fire in his eyes slowly turned, exuding a chilling aura.
"Recall all the surrounding sweeping troops, cancel the original plan to besiege from three sides, and put all the troops into White Tower City."
A Death Lord hesitated, taking half a step forward, and whispered, "My lord, the flanking forces to the south and north are locked in fierce battle. If we allow the humans of White Tower City to catch their breath for three days..."
"Don't you understand?" The soul fire in Hel's eye sockets suddenly contracted, and a terrifying pressure instantly erupted.
The Death Lord trembled, immediately lowered his head and retreated, daring not to utter another word.
Hel didn't look at it again, but simply raised his bony fingers and gently tapped the purple crystal at the top of the bone staff.
The hour-long life-or-death struggle with Lin Feng made it realize one thing: it could not completely suppress the human race in terms of top-level combat power.
If the one-on-one battle continues, the one who can't hold on first might not be the other.
But war is never a one-on-one duel.
The advantage of the undead race has never been in one-on-one combat, but in their endless numbers.
Once the defenses of White Tower City are breached, even the most capable human leaders will have no choice but to retreat.
...
Within three days, the mobilization of the undead army never stopped.
The skeleton legions scattered over hundreds of miles around White Tower City were all recalled and compressed into the area surrounding White Tower City.
The grayish-white bone tide spread outwards in layers, completely surrounding the city.
By the morning of the third day, the total number of skeletons had swelled to 1.3 million, and the number of undead soldiers had recovered to 200,000.
Outside the four walls of White Tower City, the undead army completed its final deployment.
Three hundred thousand skeleton soldiers and fifty thousand undead soldiers were stationed outside each city wall, with identical troop deployments in all four directions.
Hel intended to make it impossible for the humans to determine the main direction of attack, or rather, to make it seem as if all four directions were the main attack direction.
However, the main force of the undead race's high-ranking officials is still concentrated in the West Gate.
Five hundred meters in the air, Hel Shadow stood at the forefront of the formation, stepping on the black mist.
Behind it were four Death Lords, four Bone Dragon Kings, ten Liches, thirty Bone Dragons, and twenty High-Rank Death Knights.
The figure of the Lich King Sazar was also silently suspended within it.
On the opposite side, atop the west gate tower of White Tower City, the human race's high-ranking officials were also on high alert.
Lin Feng stood at the very front, with the Wildfire Spear held upright beside him, its golden tip gleaming brightly against the backdrop of deep purple clouds.
To his left was Jiang Zhaoyue, and to his right was Jiang Yelan. Isabella stood half a step behind him, her golden robes fluttering slightly in the wind.
Eight level 40 powerhouses were scattered on both sides of the city wall. Suleiman and Edmund stood at the front, their gazes passing through the wilderness outside the city wall and landing on the boundless undead army opposite.
Isabella gazed at the torrent of shadows below the city, her voice growing softer.
"It seems the undead are planning to launch a full-scale attack using overwhelming military superiority. What we will face next is a relentless offensive day and night. The undead army doesn't need rest or food; one wave falls and another rises. The defensive line will never get a chance to breathe."
Lin Feng did not answer immediately; he looked down at the city below.
The battlefield remnants from three days ago have been cleared away, replaced by an even more despairing scene.
Three hundred thousand skeleton soldiers were arranged in a dense square formation, stretching from the foot of the city wall to the horizon.
Fifty thousand undead soldiers were interspersed among the skeleton formations, while the necromancer's purple shields formed a continuous line behind the ranks, awaiting the order to attack.
But the most eye-catching were the colossal new additions to the battlefield: the bone siege towers.
One hundred of them stand on the front of the West Gate alone.
Each tower is about 60 meters high, 20 meters wide at the base, and gradually narrows to 10 meters at the top.
The tower is entirely gray-white and is made up of countless bones. Its surface is covered with fine bony spines. From a distance, it looks like a hundred huge vertebrae rising from the sea of bones, standing in a solemn array.
Inside the tower, a spiral bone staircase leads to the top, a platform that can accommodate twenty undead archers.
During a siege, a bone plate will extend forward from the middle of the tower and rest on the edge of the city wall, allowing the undead soldiers inside the tower to swarm up and rush straight to the top of the city wall.
Even more fatal was the height; the walls of White Tower City were only forty meters high, while the siege towers were a full twenty meters taller.
This means that archers at the top of the tower can easily leap over the battlements and launch a relentless barrage of fire at the defenders inside the city.
At this moment, outside the West Gate, a hundred siege towers made of white bones have been lined up in the sea of bones, like a steel forest forged from skeletons.
The undead archers atop the tower were already in position, their dark eye sockets all facing the city wall, awaiting command.
