A dark red mark appeared on Mordred's chest—【Prairie Fire Mark】.

Lasts for sixty seconds; when attacked by Lin Feng, takes an additional ten percent damage!

Lin Feng pulled out his spear, the tip pointing diagonally at Mordred on the high platform—【Beacon Fire City】!

A blazing streak of Blazing Spear Light shot out from the spear tip, advancing in a straight line directly toward Mordred's chest.

Mordred had no time to dodge and could only use his shield to take it head-on.

The spear light slammed into the shield, exploding into a burst of fire.

More importantly, the knockback effect of the spear light made Mordred's body sway, reducing his Spell Deflection efficiency by fifty percent for 1 second.

Now!

Lin Feng activated Beacon Fire City again, his body turning into a streak of flaming light, instantly appearing in front of Mordred.

Upon landing, fire splashed out, blasting a ring of scorched marks onto the bone ground within a five-meter radius.

He didn't pause, thrusting the Wildfire Spear repeatedly—two strikes in half a second, fast as lightning.

The first strike hit Mordred's shield, causing it to tremble violently.

The second strike followed immediately, hitting the same spot, and the shield shattered at the sound.

That purple light completely dissipated from Mordred's body; the shield value dropped to zero, and the Spell Deflection failed as well.

Mordred was shocked and turned to run, attempting to rush down the high platform and hide under the cover of the Undead Army.

But Lin Feng gave him no chance at all, raising his left hand as twenty crimson Blazing Spear Lights condensed at the tip of the Wildfire Spear and fired simultaneously.

The spear lights covered every inch of the high platform's slope like a meteor shower; Undead Warriors were pierced through, and the bone ground was blasted apart.

Mordred dodged left and right within the spear lights, but one strike from the dense barrage still hit him, "-390".

His health bar dropped from full to less than two-thirds.

More importantly, he was forced back onto the high platform's terrace with nowhere to run.

Lin Feng caught up with his spear raised; Mordred turned around, desperately lifting the necronomicon.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and released the countless resentments of the dead stored within the codex—【Wraith's Scream】!

A piercing scream exploded from the high platform, the sound waves mixed with countless phantoms of the dead, rushing toward Lin Feng.

Fear effect.

Lin Feng's body paused for a moment, but only for a moment; the Mental Barrier and the yellow turban sacrificial officials headband allowed him to stay conscious amidst the screaming.

Immune to fear, no loss of control, no running wild.

The last trace of despair flashed in Mordred's eyes.

Lin Feng rushed up; the first strike pierced his left shoulder, and the second strike pierced his chest.

Mordred's body froze, the necronomicon slipping from his fingers and hitting the bone ground with a dull thud.

The light in his ghostly green eyes dimmed bit by bit, like two lamps blown out by the wind.

Then, he suddenly smiled—not in mockery or anger, but a smile of relief and liberation.

He opened his mouth, his voice very soft, as light as the wind.

"Forgive me... my comrades-in-arms..."

His phantom floated out of his body, hovering above the bone platform; the phantom's face was no longer hidden in the shadows of the hood, revealing a thin, exhausted face.

The wrinkles on his face were deep, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes, like someone who hadn't slept for a long time.

But those eyes were clean, without the ghostly green soul fire, containing only a deep, unshakeable sadness.

The phantom nodded slightly toward Lin Feng, then turned into countless points of light, dissipating into the cold white glow of the soul fire.

【Killed Lv35 Rare Boss · Necromancer Mordred】

【Level Up: 28 → 29】

【Level 29 Experience Full】

Three purple lights emerged from Mordred's corpse.

A purple crystal, Memory Fragment: Battlefield - Betrayal.

Two purple-quality bone materials, curved in shape and hard in texture, with completely different lusters flowing over their surfaces.

One emitted a warm, pale golden glow, while the other was surrounded by a dark purple, cold aura.

One was suitable for crafting a Guardian Healing Staff, and the other for a Cursed Undead Staff.

Lin Feng bent down to pick up the three items, holding the memory fragment in his hand.

...

After Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan withdrew from the battlefield, they ran all the way back to the gentle slope.

Feng Qingyan came forward, looking Jiang Zhaoyue up and down, and only sighed in relief after confirming she wasn't seriously injured.

"Sister Jiang, where is Lord Lin?" Feng Qingyan asked.

"Still over by the high platform."

Jiang Zhaoyue planted the silver moon sky spear on the ground and turned to look at the grayish-white plain three miles away.

The Undead Army's formations had become ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ much thinner, but they were still a dark mass, making it impossible to see the situation on the high platform.

Jiang Yelan stood by her side, her shadow moon blade sheathed, but her gaze also fell in that direction, unmoving.

Time passed bit by bit, and no one spoke on the gentle slope.

Zhao Hu glanced toward the high platform and said in a heavy voice, "The Lord hasn't returned yet."

Jiang Zhaoyue did not hesitate; she turned to face everyone and said:

"I'm going to support Lord Lin. Jiang Yelan, come with me. The rest of you wait here."

Jiang Yelan nodded and stepped out from the shadows, her shadow moon blade already unsheathed.

Feng Qingyan stood up: "Sister Jiang, I'm going too! I can set up fire walls on the perimeter to cover you!"

Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at her and did not refuse.

Shi Pojun shouldered his tower shield and silently walked to Feng Qingyan's side.

Zhao Hu also stepped forward, his bone-crushing greatsword in hand: "Lord Jiang, let's go together. There's strength in numbers."

Jiang Zhaoyue said no more and turned to run toward the Undead Army's formation.

Jiang Yelan, Feng Qingyan, Shi Pojun, Zhao Hu, Tie Dun, Su Yurou—everyone followed.

Seven people charged toward that grayish-white plain three miles away.

Charging at the very front were Tie Dun, Zhao Hu, and Shi Pojun, their three shields raised side-by-side, ready to withstand the first volley of arrows from the Undead Archers.

Feng Qingyan's staff was already alight with flames, a Wall of Flames ready to rise in front of the enemy formation at any moment.

Su Yurou's blue crystal staff glowed with a pale golden light, a Healing Spell ready to be cast.

Jiang Yelan's figure flickered on the edge of the team, her shadow moon blade held in a reverse grip, ready to cut into the enemy ranks at any moment.

Just as they charged into the range of the Undead Army, all the Undead Warriors and Undead Archers on the plain stopped their movements simultaneously.

They held their swords and drew their bows as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then, they began to shatter.

Not shattered by an attack, nor blown apart by a spell, but like a sculpture made of sand being scattered by the wind.

Starting from the skulls, cracks spread throughout their bodies, and then their entire frames turned into broken bones, clattering to the ground.

Tie Dun stopped in his tracks, his shield still held in front of him, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a fist: "What... what's going on?"

Feng Qingyan was also stunned, forgetting to extinguish the flame on her staff: "The Undead Army... they're all dead?"

Jiang Zhaoyue put the silver moon sky spear back on her back and cast her gaze toward the distant bone platform.

On the platform, a figure stood there, the Wildfire Spear propped on the ground, black blood still dripping from its tip.

(Tomorrow, the Dungeon plot will come to a temporary close, and the Zhenyue City plot will begin).