When his health bar dropped to 800, Lin Feng knew it was time to retreat.

【Beacon Fire City】!

A blazing, meteor-like spear light shot out from the tip of his spear, piercing through the enemy formation! The Yellow Turban soldiers in its path were sent flying!

As the spear light traveled three hundred meters, Lin Feng activated the skill again! His body transformed into a streak of flaming light, instantly appearing three hundred meters away and leaping over the wall!

Behind him, the roar of the Yellow Turban Channel Chief echoed through the stronghold.

...

Four li away.

The moment Lin Feng landed, Su Yurou's Healing Spell landed on him. +135!

He pulled out a Small Red Potion and gulped it down! His health bar slowly began to recover.

Tie Dun approached. "My Lord, how many did you kill?"

"About a hundred." Lin Feng caught his breath. "Too slow. It takes three strikes to kill one."

Zhao Hu handed over a waterskin. "No rush, we'll wear them down slowly."

After resting for less than half an hour, Lin Feng stood up and dashed toward the stronghold once more.

...

The second charge.

The Yellow Turban Army was clearly on guard, with reinforced guards on the flanks. However, Lin Feng didn't clash with them head-on, specifically targeting their weak points.

This time, he fought more carefully and efficiently. Utilizing his high agility, he maneuvered through the crowd, specifically picking off those who were isolated or slow to react. When the Chief chased him, he ran; when the Jijiu cast spells, he dodged.

In half an hour, he had killed nearly another hundred.

When his health bar dropped to 900, he used Beacon Fire City to escape.

...

The third time. The fourth time. The fifth time.

With each charge, Lin Feng took down seventy or eighty Yellow Turban soldiers. Those ordinary soldiers were like paper before him; even with the three-strike limitation, they couldn't withstand his repeated assaults.

Meanwhile, the number of Yellow Turban soldiers was steadily decreasing.

2,000 → 1,800 → 1,600 → 1,500...

When their numbers dropped below 1,500, Lin Feng noticed a change.

The effect of the army formation's buff had weakened. The health bars of those ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers were no longer as thick. Now, a single strike that would have previously left a sliver of health emptied it completely!

Although Blessing of All Living Beings could still trigger, it required them to be alive.

With a one-hit kill, there was no opportunity for the recovery to trigger.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he fought even more fiercely!

His spear struck like a dragon! One strike, one kill! One strike, one kill!

The ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers fell in swaths, like wheat being harvested!

The Yellow Turban Channel Chief roared as he gave chase, his battle-axe swinging wildly! Lin Feng didn't engage him, dodging the attacks and continuing to slaughter the ordinary soldiers!

The Jijiu's Decree: Exorcism kept firing at him, repeatedly applying the weakened status, but Lin Feng's damage was still enough to one-shot the ordinary soldiers!

The troop numbers continued to fall.

1,400 → 1,300 → 1,200 → 1,100 → 1,000!

When the numbers dropped below a thousand, the army formation's buff weakened once more.

His efficiency doubled!

He was like a whirlwind of death, harvesting lives within the stronghold! Yellow Turban Strongmen fell one by one, and the ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers died in massive numbers!

The Chief couldn't catch him, the Jijiu couldn't stop him, and those elite monsters couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!

...

Time passed amidst the slaughter.

Noon. Afternoon. Dusk.

By the time the setting sun began to sink in the west, the stronghold was already littered with corpses.

Of the two thousand Yellow Turban soldiers and two hundred Yellow Turban Strongmen, less than three hundred remnants now remained.

They huddled in the center of the stronghold, trembling, their eyes filled with terror.

Only one elite remained—a Yellow Turban Fierce General. Covered in blood, the hand gripping his battle-axe was shaking.

The Yellow Turban Channel Chief was covered in wounds, his armor shattered; the fury in his eyes had turned to despair.

The Yellow Turban Ritualist's mana was exhausted. He sat slumped on the high platform, his wooden sword hanging low, his gaunt face as grey and ashen as death.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the stronghold, faint flames swirling around him, the blood on his Wildfire Spear not yet dry.

His health bar was still at 1,400.

Enough.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned and leaped over the wall.

...

Four li away, at the main camp.

The setting sun dyed the horizon a dark red.

Five hundred Beacon Guards stood in formation, their spear tips like a forest, silent as iron.

Meng Yi stood at the very front, with six Centurions behind him. Zhao Hu and the others were mounted on Great-Horned Deer, everyone fully armed.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for that figure to return.

Lin Feng emerged from the setting sun and landed in front of the army.

He was covered in blood, but his eyes were bright as stars.

"At the Yellow Turban Stronghold, only three hundred remnants remain." He took the Small Red Potion Su Yurou handed him and drank it in one gulp; his health bar slowly began to rise.

After waiting a moment longer, Beacon Fire City finished its cooldown.

He turned to face the five hundred soldiers.

"Now—"

He pointed the Wildfire Spear toward the north.

"Full army, attack."

...

Dusk dyed the horizon a dark red as the five hundred Beacon Guards formed their ranks outside the Yellow Turban Stronghold.

Lin Feng stood at the very front of the formation, his Wildfire Spear pointing diagonally toward the ground as his gaze swept over the soldiers behind him.

"I will deal with the Yellow Turban Ritualist alone." His voice wasn't loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Meng Yi, you take the Centurions and besiege the Yellow Turban Channel Chief. Zhao Hu, Shadow Snake, you two lead the others to clear out the remnants."

Meng Yi cupped his fists. "Understood!" Zhao Hu grinned. "Don't worry, My Lord, leave those remnants to us!"

Lin Feng nodded, turned toward the stronghold shrouded in grey mist, and waved his right hand. "Attack!"

The five hundred Beacon Guards shouted in unison, their spear tips forward as they surged toward the stronghold like a tide of steel! Lin Feng led the charge, leaping over the wall and lunging straight for the Yellow Turban Ritualist on the high platform!

Behind him, Meng Yi followed closely with the six Centurions, their target locked on the Yellow Turban Channel Chief! Zhao Hu, Shadow Snake, and the others led the four hundred Infantry to slaughter the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers!

The Yellow Turban Ritualist stood on the high platform, a flicker of panic crossing his gaunt face.

He swung his wooden sword rapidly. "Decree: Exorcism!" A golden light shot out!

Lin Feng sidestepped to avoid it and raised his right hand, sending ten Blazing Spear Lights raining down upon the Jijiu!

The Jijiu's eyes flashed with a fierce glint as he activated the runes on his dharma robe! Evasion ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Enhancement!

Countless illusory afterimages appeared around him, and his form became elusive. The ten spear lights passed through the afterimages, all of them missing!

Lin Feng frowned and closed in with his spear! The Wildfire Spear thrust out, fast as lightning!

But the Jijiu's body was like a reflection in water; every time the spear tip was about to touch him, it was diverted by those strange afterimages. After seven or eight thrusts, not a single one hit!

Finally, a strike connected. Lin Feng felt a surge of joy, only to see a sneer tugging at the corner of the Jijiu's mouth.

"Misfortune Transfer!" A talisman flew out, connecting him to an ordinary Yellow Turban soldier.

The damage that should have hit the Jijiu was instantly transferred to that unlucky Yellow Turban soldier! The soldier fell to the ground screaming, while the Jijiu remained unharmed!

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. This old geezer was too troublesome.

On the other side of the battlefield, Meng Yi and the six Centurions had already surrounded the Yellow Turban Channel Chief. The Chief sat on his horse, his battle-axe sweeping with immense power!

"Spear Array: Cheval de Frise!" Meng Yi and the six Centurions simultaneously entered a defensive stance, their halberd tips pointing diagonally forward!

An invisible aura spread from them; the seven of them were like an insurmountable fortress!