Sparks flew as both men were knocked back several meters.

The Blademaster swung his sword backhanded; Lin Feng dodged sideways, his spear tip thrusting toward the Blademaster's ribs.

The Blademaster shifted his footing, sliding half a meter back as the spear tip missed.

Both stabilized themselves at the same time and exchanged a glance.

The Blademaster held his greatsword horizontally and stepped onto the void, his body suddenly turning blurry—【Wind Walk】.

He merged into the airflow, his very presence vanishing.

Lin Feng's pupils constricted slightly as he quickly scanned his surroundings.

In less than a breath's time, a minute change in air pressure came from behind him.

Without looking back, he thrust the Wildfire Spear behind him, the tip accurately striking the spine of the greatsword during the Stealth Strike.

"Clang!" Sparks flew as both were knocked back once more.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Blademaster's eyes.

Lin Feng gave him no time to react. With a flick of his spear, three spear flowers targeted the Blademaster's throat, chest, and abdomen.

The Blademaster swung his greatsword repeatedly, blocking them all with a series of clangs.

But at the moment of the block, a crimson spear light shot out from the tip of Lin Feng's spear—【Blazing Spear Light】, dealing 390 points of fire damage, flying straight for the Blademaster's face.

The Blademaster tilted his head to dodge, and the spear light grazed his ear before exploding into a ball of fire in the air behind him.

Stabilizing himself, the Blademaster raised his greatsword, and a silver-white sword qi flew from the blade—【Formation Breaking Slash】, dealing 150% attack damage, traveling in a straight line with lightning speed.

Lin Feng dodged to the side. The sword qi grazed his shoulder and shot over the city wall, severing the top of a scaling ladder; the Orc Infantry on the ladder fell with screams.

Lin Feng took the opportunity to counterattack, thrusting the Wildfire Spear seven times, each strike aimed at the Blademaster's vitals.

The Blademaster parried left and right, his greatsword weaving a screen of silver light before him.

On the final thrust, Lin Feng's wrist flicked, and the spear tip changed direction just before colliding with the sword blade, pivoting to pierce his chest.

The Blademaster leaned back, but the spear tip sliced through the leather armor on his chest, -500.

The Blademaster's expression darkened. He raised his left hand, and two blurry phantoms split from his sides—【Mirror Image】.

The two clones possessed 30% of the original's attack power. Their greatswords, cloth headbands, and ponytails were identical to the original as they lunged at Lin Feng from both sides, their offensive suddenly intensifying.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as three Blazing Spear Lights shot out from the tip of the Wildfire Spear.

At such close range, the clones had no time to dodge.

Two of the spear lights pierced through the phantoms, while the third was blocked by the true body.

Lin Feng saw clearly; the spear tip passed through the sword shadows of the two phantoms, aiming directly for the original.

The moment the Blademaster's true body blocked the spear tip, a massive circle of translucent whirlwind exploded from the tip—【Great Air-Wave Diffusion】 triggered.

An airwave with a 50-meter radius swept across the battlefield, causing a powerful blowback effect on all enemies within range.

The scaling ladders on the ground were blown askew, and dozens of climbing Orc Infantry fell from the heights.

Several County Soldiers on the city wall were blown away and slammed into the battlements.

Orc Infantry 10 meters away with constitution ≥ 10 and resistance < 10% suffered a 30% movement speed reduction for 5 seconds.

The airwave also dealt damage equal to 30% of the caster's attack power to all buildings in range; several scaling ladders were blown apart.

The Blademaster's true body, being closest to the center of the airwave, staggered back several steps.

Lin Feng did not pursue. He hovered in mid-air, spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground, taking a slight breath.

Although the Blademaster before him had been forced back, he quickly stabilized himself, holding his greatsword across his front as fighting spirit coalesced in his eyes once more.

After several rounds, Lin Feng had gauged his opponent's capabilities.

This Blademaster's speed, strength, combat experience, and reaction time were almost identical to his own.

Every time an attack was about to land, the opponent always managed to block or dodge in time; a truly fatal blow could never be delivered.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. If he used the clones and invisibility swap from Graceful Phantom, combined with the fire meteor assault from Beacon Fire City, he would have a full chance to break this stalemate.

But if he did that, his trump cards would be exposed.

The reinforcements from Russia would arrive the day after tomorrow. At that time, more than ten Level 39 experts would surround and attack the Orc Army, and he could easily find a chance in the chaos to use his trump cards to secure kills.

There was no need to go all out now.

He pulled back his thoughts, shook his spear tip, and resumed a defensive stance.

Seeing this, the Blademaster also stopped attacking proactively. The two faced off across the distance, each looking for the other's flaws.

The battle high in the sky lasted for about 15 minutes.

The War Lord was being double-teamed by Liu Zhenshan and Ali Khan; his double-edged battle-axe was struggling to keep up, and several dents had appeared on his black plate armor.

The Prophet in the rear constantly cast Soul Link, distributing the damage taken by the War Lord among the four Blademasters.

The Blademasters' health was slowly dropping, but none had fallen.

The high-level combatants on both sides activated Armor Unification simultaneously and fought fiercely for several more minutes.

The light of skills flared up one after another in the sky. Sword qi and ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ spear light intertwined, and Great Air-Wave Diffusion triggered twice more, each time leaving the siege engines on the ground in shambles.

At least a dozen scaling ladders were destroyed, and hundreds of Orc Infantry fell from the heights, significantly easing the pressure on the defenders on the city wall.

On the ground, four Orc Overseers led their personal guards to storm several embrasures.

Zala held a scimitar, wearing silver-white chainmail and a white turban, his blade stained with black blood.

An overseer rushed onto the wall and swung his double-edged battle-axe down. Zala dodged sideways, his scimitar slicing upward into the overseer's arm, tearing through flesh.

The overseer roared and swept his axe horizontally. Zala bent down to avoid it and slashed the overseer's leg with his scimitar.

The overseer's health bar dropped slowly, but his personal guards were already locked in a lethal struggle with the defenders, scimitars and battle-axes clashing with sparks flying.

Though Zala could not fly, with his strength awakened, he was like a god of war, stubbornly blocking several embrasures breached by Orc elites and engaging in a bloody meat-grinder battle with the four Orc Overseers and their guards.

The Blessing of Faith from the Snow Mountain Minaret triggered every 30 seconds, healing 10 targets simultaneously for 400 HP each; Zala's health line barely held steady amid the violent fluctuations. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

After fighting for over 20 minutes in total, the high-level combatants on both sides returned to their respective ranks to recover their stamina.

Lin Feng landed on top of the gate tower, and Hamza threw him a bottle of blue recovery potion.

Lin Feng unscrewed the cap and downed it in one go. A warm sensation surged from his stomach to his limbs, and his stamina recovered significantly.

On the city wall, the slaughter never ceased.

In this way, the high-level combatants clashed every half hour or so, adjusting their positions back and forth several times.

The fierce battle lasted for a full three hours, from 2 PM to 5 PM.

Corpses littered the city wall, black and red blood mixing together, staining the bricks black.

The battering ram continued its assault, each impact causing the runes on the city gate to dim further.

At 5:30 PM, with the final impact, the durability of the purple city gate at the West Gate finally hit zero. Boom—!

The city gate collapsed with a roar, and dust filled the air.