"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sky was full of magical attacks that burst upon the black protective barrier like fireworks, leaving behind those aesthetically beautiful moments.

Su Ran watched with palpitations, always feeling that the barrier was unsafe. Taking advantage of the darkness that obscured their vision, he quietly moved towards the area beneath the stone lock bridge.

"Hmph, do they really think I can be bullied so easily?"

The Skeleton Saint, annoyed beyond endurance, in a fit of rage, led the Skeleton Army straight towards the rock walls, ready to face these detestable humans head-on.

As for Su Ran, he wasn’t about to join in the Skeleton Saint’s madness. Upon reaching under the bridge, he slowly started to levitate.

"Plop."

Without the support of the Skeleton Saint, the protective barrier couldn’t withstand the barrage of magical attacks, shattering instantly, turning into specks of black light that vanished in midair.

"This is bad, the skeletons want to break through!"

With the darkness no longer blocking their sight, the players realized that the Army of the Undead was charging at the rock walls. Judging by this momentum, they wanted to engage them in a head-on conflict!

"It won’t be that easy. We have the absolute advantage of terrain. It’s easy to defend and hard to assault. If these skeletons want to take this natural fortress, how can they succeed without paying a painful price? Shield warriors, get ready to defend. Don’t let a single undead through. Even if you die, use your bodies to block them. Understood?"

"Roger that!"

The shield-wielding players stood solemnly on the rugged mountain path, creating walls of shields, and quietly awaited the arrival of the Army of the Undead.

"Mage troops, heed my command!"

Withered Fish slammed down on the stone lock before him and continued issuing orders, "All ranged classes, open fire to the maximum. Hit them as hard as you can!"

"Yes!"

Under Withered Fish’s lead, the players’ morale soared to unprecedented heights. They had never encountered such a mode of monster-farming before: a never-ending stream of high-level skeletons delivered right to their doorstep—the system was incredibly generous!

It was not hard to imagine, the massive amount of experience points and countless equipment items would soon be theirs. The outbreak of the Undead, Tiger Supreme was set to benefit the most!

"Plans never keep up with changes. Initially, I thought we could outsmart the Dancing Demons guild. Unexpectedly, we’ve hooked such a big fish. Wahaha, how delightful, truly delightful!"

Withered Fish clenched the stone lock in front of him with excitement, greed apparent in his eyes. He was certain that after this battle, the Tiger Supreme guild would see a significant rise. His position as guild leader was poised to soar with the rising tide, gaining both fame and fortune!

But just at this crucial moment, an accident occurred.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

A violent whirlwind appeared on the stone bridge platform, with fierce winds howling forth. Facing this sudden twist, the players were caught completely off guard; before they could react, they were swept into the air, unable to control their bodies, their faces painted with fear.

Even Withered Fish couldn’t avoid it. He opened his mouth as if to say something but instead was filled with wind, his eyes bulging out, making a spectacle of himself in midair.

While the whirlwind wreaked havoc, the Skeleton Saint and its subordinates finally clashed violently with the shield-warrior players. Wherever the Skeleton Saint went, there was no match for it—these seemingly solid shields were violently upended, with the players thrown from the rock walls into the midst of the Undead below, their miserable fates evident from their wails of pain.

The appearance of the Ice Vortex instantly turned the tide. The Skeleton Saint, like a courageous yellow dragon, blasted all the players in its path, paving a clear way for the Army of the Undead that followed.

"Damn it!"

As the Ice Vortex disappeared, those unlucky players fell onto the platform in extreme disarray. Withered Fish, his heart in turmoil, scrambled to his feet, and looking at the invincible Skeleton Saint at the forefront, he roared loudly, "What are you standing around for, concentrate your attacks! Take down this damned skeleton boss!"

Because of the Skeleton Saint’s formidable strength, panic inexplicably arose in the mages’ hearts. Suppressing their unease, they began to brew various magical elements, waiting for the moment to strike.

But then.

An unexpected purple flame struck from nowhere, the angle was particularly tricky; the players didn’t notice it at all, their attention firmly fixed on the Skeleton Saint, allowing the flame to collide with the ground.

In an instant.

Purple Fire erupted violently, turning into a surging pillar of fire that trapped most of the mage players inside, their carefully gathered magical attacks disrupted, their faces filled with panic.

"The ambusher is... Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained?!"

Having dealt with the Ice Vortex and Netherworld Purple Fire, two massive group abilities, Withered Fish couldn’t fail to recognize that these were the signature skills of Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, validated by the forum no less; there was absolutely no mistake!

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, I’ll never coexist with you!!!"

At this moment, Withered Fish was filled with fury, the intent to kill almost tangible in his eyes. A situation that was under control had been utterly disrupted by Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, fueling his rage!

He was reluctant to accept it!

No matter how Withered Fish searched, he couldn’t find Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained. Regardless of how he cursed, Spilt Water wouldn’t show himself.

Meanwhile, the Army of the Undead demonstrated their formidable strength. The forces arranged by Withered Fish couldn’t stop the Undead’s onslaught, and they were forced to retreat in defeat. The war had reached a point of no return for Withered Fish.

With no other choice, Withered Fish swallowed down his bitter defeat and, in order to avoid further losses, reluctantly gave the order to retreat.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

Hundreds of beams of white light appeared as the players fled the area in a rush. Withered Fish was decisive, immediately giving up the rich prize he had just seized, the Dark Abyss.

As for the mage players trapped within the Netherworld Purple Fire, they were not so fortunate. They were quickly eliminated by the advancing Undead that stormed the platform. The entire Dark Abyss once again fell into silence.

Only then did the Dark Abyss truly return to the hands of the Undead Race. The humiliating era of Human Race rule had ended. At this moment, the Skeleton Saint regained its kind’s dignity and reclaimed the territory that rightfully belonged to them!

The Undead of the Demon World were embarking on a new Chapter!

Thanks to the contributions of the Tiger Supreme guild, the system-recorded number of dead players had skyrocketed to 37,000, an exhilarating count!

"Guild Leader Withered Fish, you brought this upon yourself, who else is there to blame?"

As for his own exposure, Su Ran didn’t take it seriously at all. The facades were already torn, and one more time made no difference. Su Ran’s intervention was only to hasten the process of war, to minimize the losses of the Undead as much as possible. He believed that regardless of his participation, it would not alter the inevitable defeat of Tiger Supreme.

Did Withered Fish really think that with a mere ten thousand troops, plus the advantage of the terrain, he could contend against the Skeleton Saint?

Utterly delusional!