The centurion swung his sword horizontally, sweeping away two county soldiers at the same time. A third soldier fell to the ground, his short spear slipping from his hand.
The centurion stepped over the bunker and into the inner side of the city wall.
The next second, a poisoned dagger appeared in its eye socket.
The attacker was a second-tier assassin whose left arm was still bandaged. He was recovering his health by the wall when he heard the commotion. He immediately flipped over and leaped up, delivering the fatal blow with one hand.
The dagger twisted and turned, sparks flew everywhere, and the centurion's skeleton instantly scattered all over the ground.
Immediately afterwards, more than ten second-tier elites rushed to provide support from various parts of the city wall. Their swords flashed and clashed with the skeletons at the gap in the cover, forcefully pushing the opening back shut.
The county soldiers carried rubble and rushed up to rebuild the fortifications.
The rain lasted for about half a minute, then stopped abruptly.
The deep purple clouds overhead began to dissipate after the rain stopped. They did not disperse slowly, but rather seemed to be torn apart from the inside by some invisible force, breaking down and falling piece by piece.
A moment later, the purple sky that had enveloped White Tower City for eight days disappeared completely.
The long-awaited afternoon sun poured down, shining on the rainwater remaining on the city wall and reflecting a dazzling light.
Someone was looking up at the azure sky from behind the battlements, their lips moving as if they were laughing, or perhaps crying silently.
But the soldiers guarding the city walls had no time for reflection.
"Change shifts! Everyone who isn't cursed, move up! The skeletons are coming up!"
George, the city defense commander in charge of the western section, rushed to the crenellations with his face covered in blood and roared in a hoarse voice, instantly shattering everyone's brief moment of disorientation.
Inside the city walls, the reserve troops, who had been waiting for orders, surged out like a tide.
They burst out from under the eaves and ran frantically up the steps toward the city wall.
They rushed up the ramparts and handed over the troops °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° to the retreating, rain-soaked defenders in less than five seconds, because the skeleton army outside the city walls would not give them any time to catch their breath.
The detached garrison retreated down the steps inside the city wall.
Some people walked steadily, some needed their companions' help, and many more were carried off the road.
The queue outside the treatment area stretched all the way to the end of the steps.
The wounded leaned silently against the wall, some even falling asleep against the cold bricks, only the gray lines spreading across their arms testifying to the pain they were enduring.
During this brief shift change, a deep and long horn sounded from the direction of the undead camp.
On the city wall, everyone stood up at the same time.
Suleiman drew his scimitar, Edmund gripped his longsword, and Isabella emerged from the inner side of the city wall, the Staff of the Wind God already in her hand.
Jiang Yelan and Jiang Zhaoyue exchanged a glance, then looked at Lin Feng at the same time.
Lin Feng gripped the Wildfire Spear tightly, and the golden light at the tip of the spear reignited.
He first glanced at the city wall. The defenses had been reinforced, and the greatswords of the Dawn Crusaders were lined up behind the crenellations, while the second-tier elites were scattered at various key points.
The city wall held up; although it was teetering on the brink of collapse, it held up nonetheless.
Just as he was about to take off to meet the enemy, a shrill scream suddenly came from below the city wall.
A strong man who was transporting arrows scrambled up the city wall, his face ashen, his finger trembling as he pointed to the inside of the wall: "Undead have stormed into the city! They're attacking the transport team!"
Lin Feng's gaze suddenly shifted to the inside of the city wall.
A death knight somehow broke through a weak gap in the defenses, and its skeletal warhorse trampled through the rubble behind the cover, charging down the steps on the inner side of the city wall.
The bone sword in its hand was imbued with dense shadow energy, and each swing left a dark afterimage.
The able-bodied men of the transport team scattered and fled. Some fell to the ground, while others pushed wheelbarrows and desperately turned into the alley. Arrows and rolling stones were scattered all over the path swept by the bone sword.
"Damn it!" Suleiman cursed, stepping onto the rampart and preparing to rush down.
"Wow!"
A cold voice rang out from under the wall of the rest area.
The second-tier assassin, whose left arm was still bandaged, had already jumped off the city wall.
He gripped the dagger in one hand and swiftly descended the steps on the inner side of the city wall, his speed leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.
The Death Knight had just overturned a unicycle, and before he could even retract his bone sword, a dagger had already pierced its neck and emerged from its throat.
With a twist of the assassin's wrist, the dagger spun, instantly severing the Death Knight's cervical vertebrae, sending his skull flying, and his skeleton, along with his cavalry and warhorse, scattered to the ground.
The assassin drew his dagger, expressionlessly flicked off the bone fragments, and turned to walk back.
As he passed the laborer who had fallen, he reached out his uninjured right hand and pulled the laborer up from the ground.
The strongman's legs were still trembling, but the first thing he did after standing up was to help the overturned wheelbarrow.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, no longer hesitating, and transformed into a golden rainbow that soared into the sky.
Directly in front of him, Hel Shadow had already ascended to a height of one thousand meters in the air, stepping on the black mist, with a terrifying array of Death Lords, Bone Dragon Kings, and Liches below him.
The Lich King Sazar's bone staff was glowing with a dark purple light, its target aimed directly at Isabella.
...
The following afternoon, at the west gate of Baita City, a thousand meters above the ground.
The sunlight poured down without any obstruction, turning the surging sea of clouds into a dazzling gold.
This was the first time in nine days that the sky had truly cleared, but the battle under the sun offered no warmth whatsoever.
The fierce battle between Lin Feng and Hel Shadow had lasted for nearly half an hour.
Two figures clashed rapidly above the sea of clouds. Each collision of weapons and staffs created a visible shockwave that tore apart the surrounding clouds.
The tip of the Annihilation Staff in Hel's hand suddenly lit up, and the Withering Curse was instantly activated. The next skill attack would ignore 30% of the target's defense and deal an additional 100% shadow damage.
Immediately afterwards, six shadow arrows shot out in a fan shape, blocking all of Lin Feng's evasive angles.
Lin Feng did not dodge; instead, he advanced, sweeping the Wildfire Spear horizontally, the spear drawing a dazzling golden arc in front of him.
"Boom!" Six shadow arrows collided with the gun barrel and exploded!
Before the black mist had dissipated, Lin Feng had already used the recoil to rush to within five meters of Hel.
The spear tip thrust forward, accompanied by a piercing whistle that tore through the air, aiming straight for Hel's face.
Hel was prepared. He activated the Shadow Movement of the Black Tide Boots, and his figure instantly transformed into a cloud of black mist, teleporting a hundred meters to the side.
As it shifted, it swung its bone staff backward, and a wave of death exploded outward from itself.
The shockwave swept through the sea of clouds, and the accompanying "life decay" effect frantically eroded Lin Feng's flesh and blood.
However, a faint golden light flashed on Lin Feng's body, and his 85% negative resistance meant that the fatal debuff only stayed on him for a moment before being forcibly exempted.
He gripped the Wildfire Spear in his backhand and unleashed a fierce attack!
A fiery meteor-like spear beam shot out from the spear tip, trailing a long fiery tail as it relentlessly pursued Hel.
Hel dodged to the side, the spear light grazing past its shield, but Lin Feng had already activated the second stage of the Beacon Fire City's displacement technique, his figure appearing out of thin air at the location of the spear light.
The increased damage from the Windwalking Combo stacked on the spear blade, causing Lin Feng's damage to reach its peak at this moment.
He raised the Prairie Fire Spear high and slashed it down from above, the golden arc trailed by the spear blade resembling a half-sun falling.
The soul fire in Hel's eye sockets shrank abruptly. It didn't have time to use its movement skill again and could only use its shield to take the hit head-on.
The blade was forcibly deflected by a fraction of an inch, but the terrifying impact still slammed Hel down from the sky, his body crashing into the sea of clouds, creating a huge hole in the churning golden clouds.
