Feng Qingyan opened her mouth beside him, seemingly wanting to say something, but she glanced at Jiang Zhaoyue and closed it again.

She knew her own positioning; as a long-range mage, she wasn't suited for this kind of guerrilla warfare deep into enemy lines.

Shi Pojun was equally silent; his tower shield and battle-axe were suited for frontal positional warfare, not high-speed infiltration.

"Then it's settled."

Lin Feng said, "Rest for a few minutes while we wait for our skill cooldowns."

Everyone dispersed, finding their own spots to sit down.

Tie Dun pulled a piece of jerky from his pack, took a bite, chewed twice, and then offered it to Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan looked at Tie Dun speechlessly and didn't take it. "Eat it yourself, I'm not hungry."

Tie Dun didn't stand on ceremony and pulled his hand back to continue gnawing.

Lin Feng sat down against a rock and closed his eyes to sense the cooldown status of the skills in his body.

Beacon Fire City still had a few minutes left, as did the Shield of Comrades.

He opened his eyes and looked toward the blurry figure on the high platform in the distance.

Ten minutes later, Lin Feng stood up and stretched his limbs. "Alright."

Jiang Zhaoyue stood up from the ground, took the silver moon sky spear from her back, and gripped it in her hand.

Jiang Yelan stepped out from the shadows, shadow moon blade already in hand, its purple blade glinting coldly under the pale white light.

Lin Feng looked at Zhao Hu: "Wait here."

Zhao Hu nodded.

Lin Feng turned around, facing the greyish-white Undead [N O V E L I G H T] Army three miles away. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Jiang Zhaoyue walked on the left, her silver moon sky spear pointing diagonally at the ground. Her pace was steady, and her silver-blue armor glinted with a metallic sheen under the pale white light.

Jiang Yelan walked on the right, her figure flickering in and out of sight like a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any moment.

The three of them walked toward the Undead Army.

Tie Dun stood on the gentle slope, watching the three figures as they moved further away. He still held half a piece of jerky in his hand, forgetting to take a bite.

Feng Qingyan stood beside him, staff in hand. The flame on the fire crystal flickered as if cheering them on.

"Lord Lin... Sister Jiang... Sister Ye Lan..."

She whispered the three names and then took a deep breath. "You must come back alive."

Su Yurou gripped her blue crystal staff, the gem at the top glowing with a faint golden light.

She looked at Lin Feng's back, her lips moving slightly, but no sound came out.

On the plain three miles away, the three figures grew smaller and more blurred until they were finally swallowed by the greyish-white Undead Army.

...

Lin Feng took the lead, charging at the very front.

The three-mile distance quickly shortened beneath their feet, and the outline of the Undead Army shifted from blurry to clear.

Five five-hundred-man phalanxes were neatly arranged, their greyish-white bones gleaming miserably under the pale white light of the soul fire.

The front row of Undead Warriors raised their chipped iron swords, while the Undead Archers in the back had already drawn their shortbows to full strength, the tips of their black-feathered arrows shrouded in dark purple mist.

Lin Feng didn't slow down. He activated the guardian belt at his waist, and two faint golden chains of light flew out. One wrapped around Jiang Zhaoyue's wrist, and the other around Jiang Yelan's waist.

The other ends of the light chains merged into Lin Feng's body, and an invisible shield was established between the three.

【Shield of Comrades bound. Shield Value: 1090. Damage Sharing: 50%.】

Jiang Zhaoyue glanced down at the faint golden light chain on her wrist.

Jiang Yelan didn't look. Her gaze was already locked onto the Undead Knight in the center of the phalanx to her front-left.

The three of them charged into the range of the Undead Army.

The front-row Undead Archers fired in unison, black-feathered arrows pouring down like a rainstorm.

Jiang Zhaoyue parried rapidly with her silver moon sky spear, her spear tip knocking away one black arrow after another.

Jiang Yelan's figure was like a ghost, weaving through the rain of arrows. The projectiles streaked past her, almost brushing against the hem of her clothes.

Lin Feng swept his Wildfire Spear, knocking away all the arrows aimed at him.

In the first wave of arrow rain, the three were completely unharmed.

Lin Feng suddenly accelerated, pulling ahead of the three and charging straight for the gap between the two five-hundred-man phalanxes directly in front.

He leapt into the air, and ten beams of crimson light condensed at the tip of his Wildfire Spear—【Blazing Spear Light】.

The ten spear lights streaked through the air like meteors, accurately shooting toward the Undead Knights in the center of the two phalanxes.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!!!

The two Undead Knights didn't even have time to raise their lances before they were simultaneously pierced by five spear lights each.

Blue soul fire erupted from their eye sockets as their bodies slid off their horses and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Skeleton Warhorses neighed and reared up before dissolving into black smoke.

Lin Feng landed, his feet planted in the center of the Undead Army's formation.

From all directions, over a hundred Undead Warriors turned simultaneously, their iron swords hacking toward him.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Gripping his spear with both hands, he slammed it into the ground!

【Beacon Fire Prairies!】

Boom!!!

Centered on the spear shaft, a circular fire shockwave with a ten-meter radius erupted violently.

Blazing flames swept outward in concentric circles, swallowing all the hundreds of Skeleton Soldiers surrounding him.

Everywhere the fire shockwave passed was like blooming fireworks.

-72! -72! -71! -70! -71!...

A string of damage numbers popped up above the undead's heads. The formation began to fall into chaos as a massive gap was torn through the phalanx.

Lin Feng didn't stop. He pulled up his spear and swept his Wildfire Spear, cutting several Undead Warriors in half at the waist. Then, treading over crushed bones, he fought his way toward the White Bone Platform.

Everywhere he went, the undead fell like wheat before a scythe; none could withstand a single blow.

On the platform, Mordred raised his hand. A dark ray condensed at his fingertip—【Death Touch】.

Lin Feng had been waiting for him. He raised his hand and fired three beams of Blazing Spear Light, the crimson glow heading straight for Mordred's face.

Mordred was forced to interrupt his casting and dodge to the side.

The three spear lights streaked past his hood and hit the bone walls of the platform, blasting three charred pits.

Lin Feng took the opportunity to charge up the slope of the high platform.

Mordred retreated, trying to open up some distance, but Lin Feng was faster than him.

The Necromancer fired Death Touches while retreating, one dark ray after another shooting toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng dodged left and right. The rays streaked past his body and hit the White Bone Platform, shattering the bones into pieces.

Enraged, Mordred abandoned the Death Touch. He raised his left hand, fingers splayed, and aimed at Lin Feng—【Death Curse】!

A dark purple curse light flew from his palm, heading straight for Lin Feng's chest.

The curse landed on Lin Feng, glowed for a moment, and then extinguished. There was no continuous health loss, no negative status—nothing at all.

Mordred's expression changed drastically. His Death Curse had never failed before. Was this human immune to curses?