Wang Wu was shocked: "Lord! What if there's an ambush inside..."

"That's why I'm going," Lin Feng interrupted him. "I'm fast; even if there's an ambush, I can pull out. If you guys go in, you'll just be in the way."

As the words fell, his figure swayed and he had already darted out.

The eight-meter-high wall was like nothing before him. With a tap of his foot, his body rose from the ground, lightly flipping over the wall and falling into the thick fog.

...

The moment he landed, the thick fog disappeared.

Lin Feng's pupils constricted slightly.

It wasn't that the fog had dispersed, but rather that once inside the wall, the thick fog could no longer be seen.

It was as if this fog only worked on people outside, while those inside were not affected at all.

In other words, from the moment he flipped over the wall, he was already exposed to everyone's field of vision.

And before him, more than two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers were densely packed, waiting in formation.

The front row consisted of Ordinary Yellow Turban Soldiers, their spears like a forest, stretching as far as the eye could see. Behind them were three Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers and one Yellow Turban Fierce General.

Further back were two hundred Yellow Turban Strongmen, holding giant clubs and iron hammers, their muscles bulging. They stood in the center of the army formation, eyes burning with rage.

And at the very back of the army formation, two figures stood high above.

On the left, a Yellow Turban Channel Chief sat on horseback, wearing black iron armor, holding a long-handled battle-axe, his tiger-like eyes wide open.

On the right, a Yellow Turban Ritualist stood on a high platform, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, a strange smile appearing on his withered face.

More than two thousand pairs of eyes stared at him in unison.

In those gazes were anger, hatred, and killing intent, wishing they could grind his bones to ashes.

Lin Feng's mouth twitched.

Fine.

Let me see the strength of two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers.

He gripped the Wildfire Spear tightly. The 【windchaser boots】's five stacks of Windchaser were instantly filled, 【shadow dance legguards · Shadow Step】 was activated, and his Agility soared to 34 points! 【Shadow Dancer】 was activated; for every meter moved, the evasion rate increased by 1%!

Three white lights lit up from his body, and his entire person turned into an afterimage!

"Kill!!!"

Two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers roared simultaneously!

A pale yellow light spread from the depths of the stronghold, covering the entire army!

【Yellow Turban Army Array: Blessing】

Effect: All Yellow Turban Army members Health +150.

One hundred Yellow Turban soldiers in the front row rushed out at the same time, weapons held high, pouncing toward Lin Feng!

Lin Feng's gaze narrowed. He noticed that those hundred Yellow Turban soldiers had an extra layer of faint golden aura on them.

【Blessing of All Living Beings】

The Yellow Turban Ritualist consumes 100 Mana to apply the "Blessing of All Living Beings" status to 100 allies, lasting 30 minutes.

Effect: When the blessed target's Health drops below 100 points and they are not killed in one hit, a recovery is immediately triggered, restoring 350 Health (affected by the caster's Intelligence bonus). The same target can trigger this at most once every 120 seconds.

Lin Feng frowned.

Army formation blessing adds 150 HP, and Blessing of All Living Beings can also restore health...

He thrust the Wildfire Spear out, aiming straight for the foremost Yellow Turban soldier!

Pfft!

-330!

That Yellow Turban soldier groaned, his health bar plummeting! But he didn't die!

The army formation blessing gave him an extra hundred or so health. After this spear strike, he still had a sliver of health left!

Then, the golden aura lit up.

+350!

The health bar instantly bounced back!

Lin Feng's second spear strike had already arrived!

Pfft!

-320!

This time, the Yellow Turban soldier still hadn't fallen!

But Lin Feng's expression had already changed.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who originally took one spear strike each, now required three! The first strike cripples them, Blessing of All Living Beings restores health, the second strike cripples them again, [N O V E L I G H T] and only the third strike can kill them!

And the time it takes for three strikes is enough for other Yellow Turban soldiers to surround him!

"Interesting." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, his figure weaving frantically through the enemy crowd!

Three strikes to kill one! Three strikes to kill one!

But there were too many of those Yellow Turban soldiers! A hundred were surrounding and attacking him, and behind them, Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers and Yellow Turban Fierce Generals were pouncing!

And what gave him even more of a headache was that Yellow Turban Ritualist.

"Spiritual Healing Incantation!"

The wooden sword tapped lightly, and a white light fell onto a wounded Yellow Turban Fierce Soldier!

+350!

The health bar was instantly filled!

"Decree: Exorcism!"

The wooden sword pointed at Lin Feng, and a golden light shot toward him!

Pfft!

-200! At the same time, a "Weakness" effect was placed on him, reducing his Attack Power by 20%!

Lin Feng's health bar began to drop steadily.

1950 → 1900 → 1800 → 1700...

His spear became faster and faster, but those Yellow Turban soldiers seemed endless! Kill one, two more would fill in; kill two, four more would fill in!

This won't do.

I must change my strategy!

A sharp look flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and he suddenly exploded!

【Blazing Spear Light】!

Thirty crimson lights shot out from the spear tip! Covering the sky and earth, they aimed straight for two Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers and one Yellow Turban Fierce General!

Those three elite monsters blocked frantically!

Dang dang dang dang dang—

But there were too many spear lights! Each person was hit by at least four or five!

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

-210! -222! -205!...

The health bars of the three plummeted instantly! Blessing of All Living Beings triggered, +350! But the spear lights continued! Several more hit!

The first person fell!

The second person fell!

The Yellow Turban Fierce General was still struggling!

Lin Feng had already rushed up!

One spear strike!

Pfft!

Yellow Turban Fierce General, dead!

【Level Up: 21 → 22】

A white light lit up from his body!

But he didn't have time to be happy; the Yellow Turban Channel Chief had already rushed before him!

"Formation-Breaking Charge!"

The Channel Chief, along with his horse, turned into a streak of black lightning, his battle-axe sweeping across!

Lin Feng raised his spear to block! Clang! He was knocked back three steps!

"Valiant Roar!"

The Channel Chief roared to the sky, and a circle of sound waves spread out!

The Yellow Turban soldiers within ten meters were shaken and staggered, but Lin Feng only paused slightly.

Mental Barrier and the crimson blood headband made him immune!

Shock flashed in the Channel Chief's eyes!

Before the Channel Chief could react.

Lin Feng's spear tip pointed diagonally behind him—【Beacon Fire City】!

A blazing flaming meteor spear light shot out from the spear tip, advancing in a straight line and piercing through the enemy formation!

The Yellow Turban soldiers in its path were knocked flying, scorched by the flames!

When the spear light reached three hundred meters, Lin Feng activated the skill again!

His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, turning into a streak of flaming light and appearing three hundred meters away!

The moment he landed, flames splashed, and the Yellow Turban soldiers within five meters were blown away! 20% damage reduction protected him!

Without looking back, Lin Feng flipped over the wall and left!

Behind him, the Yellow Turban Channel Chief's roar echoed through the stronghold: "Chase!!!"

But no one dared to chase.

Two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers, four elites, two Rare Bosses, had their formation slaughtered through by a single person, who killed three elites and then escaped.

The Yellow Turban Ritualist stood on the high platform, his withered face ashen.

The Yellow Turban Channel Chief reined in his horse under the wall, looking at the disappearing back, his whole body trembling.

Outside the stronghold, Wang Wu and Arrow Eye were waiting anxiously.

Seeing Lin Feng flip out from the wall, the two hurried to meet him: "Lord! How are you?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Lin Feng landed, patted the dust off his clothes, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

"Let's go."

He strode toward the camp.

Behind him, the commotion in the stronghold gradually subsided, but the killing intent of being pushed into a corner still permeated the air.

Lin Feng didn't stop walking, but in his mind, he had already broken down the previous clash into countless details.

"Wait a moment, continue."