He opened his eyes and looked toward the grayish-white Undead Phalanx in the distance.

Fifteen hundred, quite a few less than before, but still a lot.

But it didn't matter; if once wasn't enough, then twice, and if twice wasn't enough, then three times.

Today, he was determined to wear Mordred down to death.

Feng Qingyan squatted beside him and whispered, "Lord Lin, can I follow you down next time?

I won't hold you back; I'll just set up walls of fire on the periphery to help you clear the minions."

Lin Feng glanced at her and nodded, "Alright. But stay safe and don't charge in too deep."

Feng Qingyan nodded vigorously, the flames on her Fire Crystal jumping even higher.

...

Over twenty minutes later, Lin Feng opened his eyes; all his skill cooldowns had reset to zero.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and his gaze swept over everyone.

Feng Qingyan was the first to jump up, the Fire Crystal on her staff already burning with orange-red flames, eager to get started.

Jiang Zhaoyue took the silver moon sky spear from her back and gave it a twirl; the moon phase patterns on the spear's body shimmered with a cold luster under the pale white light.

Jiang Yelan stepped out from the shadows, her shadow moon blade already in hand, with traces of black blood from the previous battle still remaining on the purple blade.

"Let's go," Lin Feng said.

The four of them charged toward the Undead Army three li away.

This time, Feng Qingyan followed behind and didn't charge at the very front.

Her task was to set up walls of fire on the periphery to clear the minions without going deep into the enemy ranks.

Lin Feng took the lead, the ancient seal script runes on his Wildfire Spear glowing with a dark red light under the illumination of the soul fire.

The moment he entered range, he activated his guardian belt's Shield of Comrades.

Two pale golden chains of light flew out, binding Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan.

Shield value 1090, damage sharing fifty percent.

The light chains flickered between the three of them, their pale golden glow particularly eye-catching amidst the grayish-white Undead Army.

Lin Feng leaped directly into the air, gripping his spear with both hands, and slammed it into the ground—【Beacon Fire Prairies】!!!

A circular flame shockwave erupted with a bang, engulfing over a hundred Undead Warriors and archers within a ten-meter radius as damage numbers popped up in clusters.

A massive gap was torn into the formation, and three phalanxes fell into chaos simultaneously.

Lin Feng pulled out his spear and, treading on crushed bones, lunged straight for Mordred on the high platform.

Mordred was furious; this human had come again.

He raised his necronomicon, and dark rays of Death Touch shot toward Lin Feng one after another.

Lin Feng dodged left and right, occasionally parrying with the spear shaft as he closed in step by step.

The two fought from the slope of the high platform to the summit, and from the summit back to the slope, with the rays of Death Touch leaving dense scorch marks on the platform's bone walls.

Jiang Zhaoyue broke into the Undead Phalanx from the left; her silver moon sky spear thrust out, and a silvery-white spear beam pierced through an Undead Warrior, pinning it to the ground.

She rushed forward, quickly thrusting twice with her Silver Light Cross Slash, clearing an open space among the surrounding undead.

After the Undead Army Formation was weakened, the health and attack power of the Undead Warriors dropped significantly, making her kill rate much faster than last time.

Jiang Yelan broke in from the right, her figure weaving through the undead crowd, her shadow moon blade taking a life with every flash.

The Backstab damage from Shadow Step became even more lethal after the Army Formation was weakened; one strike per kill, like harvesting wheat.

Occasionally, an Undead Warrior would try to intercept her, only to be finished off in one or two strikes.

Feng Qingyan set up a Wall of Fire on the periphery.

A fifty-meter-long Wall of Fire stretched across the left wing of the Undead Army, cutting off the Undead Warriors trying to flank them.

The Wall of Fire burned fiercely; those Undead Warriors who rushed in were engulfed in flames and collapsed stumbling.

After setting the Wall of Fire, Feng Qingyan retreated without going deeper; her task was complete.

On the high platform, the battle between Lin Feng and Mordred reached a fever pitch.

Both activated Shield Resonance and Armor Unification at the same time.

Purple light intertwined and collided on the platform; the rays of Death Touch and the flames of the Wildfire Spear clashed in the air, exploding into cluster after cluster of radiant fire.

Nine minutes.

Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan fought in the Undead Army for nine minutes.

The shield value of the Shield of Comrades was rapidly consumed under the dense attacks, finally hitting zero in the ninth minute.

The pale golden light chains snapped and dissipated, and both of their health bars lost five to six hundred points each. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But the Undead Army before them had been slaughtered from fifteen hundred down to fewer than nine hundred.

The Army Formation was weakened again; the health bonus dropped from one hundred to fifty, and the attack power bonus dropped from ten to five.

Jiang Zhaoyue glanced toward the high platform and then at Jiang Yelan.

The two turned simultaneously and retreated as planned.

Seeing from the corner of his eye that the two had already withdrawn from the battlefield, Lin Feng's heart steadied.

He looked down at his health bar; fifteen hundred remained.

Mordred's shield value had been worn down to under a thousand by him, and Shield Resonance had also been used up.

But the surrounding Undead Army was closing in.

Over nine hundred Undead Warriors and archers surged toward the high platform from all directions.

He couldn't delay any longer.

Mordred clearly realized this as well.

Taking advantage of the gap while Lin Feng was entangled by the undead, he raised his left hand, fingers splayed, and aimed at Lin Feng—【Death Curse】!!!

A dark purple curse passed through a gap in the undead crowd and sank accurately into Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng was startled.

Although he had a 70% negative status resistance from the stacking of Mental Barrier and the yellow turban sacrificial officials headband.

But it wasn't 100% immunity after all; this time, that 30% probability had hit.

A system notification flashed by:

【Death Curse - Effective: Lose 50 HP per second, damage dealt reduced by 30%, duration 15 seconds.】

His health bar began to drop every second: -50, -50...

Even more troublesome was the 30% damage reduction debuff; his spear thrusts into the Undead Warriors, which originally dealt over five ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ hundred damage, now only dealt over four hundred.

Seeing the curse take effect, Mordred's eerie green eyes suddenly lit up, and his mouth split into a silent, wild laugh.

He immediately closed the necronomicon and took a few steps back, preparing to put some distance between them while Lin Feng was weakened.

Lin Feng didn't give him the chance.

Gritting his teeth, he activated the yellow turban sacrificial officials headband on his forehead—【Peace Sanctuary】!!!

A gentle white light shone from the headband, instantly enveloping his entire body.

The negative status was cleared, the per-second health loss stopped, the damage reduction effect vanished, and he simultaneously recovered twenty percent of his maximum health.

+727; his health bar jumped from fourteen hundred to over twenty-one hundred.

Mordred's smile froze on his face; he looked down at the necronomicon in his hand, then back up at Lin Feng, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But Lin Feng gave him no time to react; gripping his spear with both hands, he slammed it into the ground again—【Beacon Fire Prairies】!

A circular flame shockwave erupted with a bang, blowing away a swarm of the surrounding Undead Warriors.