Lin Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and set it down. "This group of undead cannot be allowed to return. If they merge with that other group in Huian County, they will be much more troublesome to eliminate."

Jiang Zhaoyue nodded, the plates of her silver-blue battle armor glinting coldly under the lamplight. "Lord Lin is right. We must defeat them one by one and wipe out this group first."

Lin Feng stood up, his hands pressing against the tabletop as his gaze swept over everyone present. "We will mobilize our entire force, crush them head-on, and leave no future trouble."

He looked at Meng Yi, who stood up from the end of the right side and placed his right fist against his chest.

"All Great Qin Elite Soldiers will mobilize. The Qin Crossbows will lead the way, followed by the halberds, and the County Soldiers will bring up the rear to clean up any stragglers."

"Understood."

Lin Feng looked at Jiang Zhaoyue. "Lord Jiang, take the New Moon Legion and position yourselves on the left. Feng Qingyan and Feng Qingshuang will accompany you; use Flame Burst and Wall of Flames to suppress the Undead Army."

Jiang Zhaoyue stood up and cupped her hands. "The New Moon Legion acknowledges the order."

Lin Feng looked at Jiang Yelan. "Ye Lan, take the Night Whisper Legion and position yourselves on the right. Use the shadow moon blade to lead the way, wait for an opportunity, and prioritize killing the Necromancer."

Jiang Yelan stood up, placed her right fist against her chest, and said in ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ a cold, clear voice, "Acknowledged."

Lin Feng walked down from the main seat, picked up the Wildfire Spear from beside his chair, and slung it onto his back.

Everyone followed closely behind, striding out of the Council Hall.

Outside the north gate of Nha Trang County, the army had already finished forming up.

Two thousand five hundred Great Qin Elite Soldiers were arranged into five phalanxes; their black armor was like iron, their halberds like a forest, and their Qin Crossbows were strung.

One battalion each from the Night Whisper Legion and the New Moon Legion were deployed on either flank, their black leather armor and silver-gray light armor gleaming in the morning light.

Feng Qingyan and Feng Qingshuang stood in front of the New Moon Legion phalanx, holding their staves up together.

Lin Feng walked to the very front of the formation and glanced back.

Without any extra words, he turned back around and said two words: "Advance."

The two thousand five hundred Great Qin Elite Soldiers stepped forward in unison. The sound of their footsteps was dull and thundering, as uniform as a single person.

The Night Whisper Legion and the New Moon Legion followed on the flanks; their formations were slightly looser, but their morale was high.

The army passed through the Great Wall.

Three miles outside the Great Wall, a sea of gray-white skeletons was writhing. Five thousand Skeleton Soldiers were arranged in a dense phalanx, their bleached white bones gleaming with a ghastly pallor under the morning light.

The Skeleton Warriors held rusted iron swords, and the Skeleton Archers drew their short bows. Behind the phalanx, one thousand of the Undead Army were lined up.

The Undead Warriors wore tattered black armor and held long spears, while the Undead Archers carried black feathered arrows on their backs, the soulfire in their eye sockets a deep green.

In the center of the phalanx, an Undead Archmage wearing dark purple robes hovered three meters above the ground, holding a withered wooden staff high.

It had no expression on its face, only two empty eye sockets, with eerie green flames flickering deep within them.

The two armies stood in a standoff, one mile apart. The sea of skeletons was a vast expanse of white, like a silent and cold white swamp.

Lin Feng stood at the very front of his army, the Wildfire Spear slung on his back and his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at that sea of skeletons.

He did not speak, only raised his right fist and then suddenly swung it down.

"All forces, attack!"

Behind him, war drums thundered. The Great Qin Elite Soldiers raised their Qin Crossbows in unison, arrows nocked, the dark mass of crossbow tips pointing toward that white ocean.

The war had begun.

The moment the war drums thundered, Lin Feng had already leapt into the air.

He did not wait for the Great Qin Elite Soldiers to advance in formation; he drew the Wildfire Spear from his back, its dark red shaft carving a scorching arc through the morning light.

He was like a shooting star, soaring over his own army and heading straight for the gray-white sea of skeletons a mile away.

His target was the dark purple figure in the center of the phalanx—the Undead Archmage, a level 35 Rare Boss.

While still in mid-air, he raised his left hand, and ten rays of crimson light condensed at his fingertips.

The Blazing Spear Light poured down like a meteor shower, trailing flames as it blanketed the figure holding the withered wooden staff high.

The Undead Archmage looked up, the eerie green soulfire flickering deep within its eye sockets.

It swung its withered wooden staff violently—Bone Shield. Shattered bones gathered around it, forming a translucent bone shield that gleamed with a ghastly white luster.

The spear light slammed into the shield, exploding in bursts of fire, all of which were negated.

Several cracks appeared on the surface of the shield, but it did not break.

The Archmage floated backward a dozen meters, waving its staff repeatedly. The surrounding Undead Warriors and Undead Archers surged forward like a tide, blocking the space between it and Lin Feng.

Lin Feng landed in the middle of the sea of skeletons, his feet crushing the skulls of two skeletons.

He did not stop; the Wildfire Spear swept across, slicing three skeletons in half at the waist, their bones flying.

He took another step and thrust the spear tip straight at an Undead Warrior in front of him. The first strike pierced its chest, and a shockwave exploded outward.

A pale cyan ring of light expanded outward. Three Undead Warriors within a three-meter radius were hit by the shockwave, and the numbers -142, -144, and -145 floated above their heads.

The second strike pierced an Undead Archer to his right, the spear tip penetrating its skull. The shockwave expanded again, knocking two nearby Skeleton Soldiers to the ground.

The Undead Archmage continued to retreat, waving its staff repeatedly—Summon Skeleton.

One hundred new skeletons emerged from the ground, blocking Lin Feng's path forward.

It did not confront Lin Feng directly, only continuously summoning skeletons, retreating, summoning again, and retreating again, like a cunning fox using a sea of people to drag down a tiger.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. These cannon fodder were endless; the Undead Archmage was wasting his time and stamina. He needed to be faster.

...

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, the five thousand-strong skeleton army was arranged in a dense phalanx, their gray-white bones gleaming with a ghastly pallor under the morning light.

The front-row Skeleton Warriors held rusted iron swords, and the back-row Skeleton Archers drew their short bows.

The aura of the Low-level Undead Army Formation enveloped them—4,000-man formation, HP +200.

The Skeleton Soldiers' HP bars jumped from just over one hundred to over three hundred. What previously could be shattered by a single arrow from a Great Qin Elite Soldier now required at least two.

Behind the skeleton phalanx, one thousand of the Undead Army were lined up in three phalanxes.

The aura of the 900-man formation enveloped them, granting HP +200 and Attack +10.

Between the two phalanxes floated several Necromancers wearing gray robes, the bone pieces on their withered wooden staves rattling in the wind.

Directly opposite, the two thousand five hundred Great Qin Elite Soldiers were arranged in five phalanxes.

On the left flank, a battalion of the New Moon Legion formed a shield wall, shields side-by-side with spears protruding from the gaps. Feng Qingyan and Feng Qingshuang stood behind the shield wall, holding their staves up together.

On the right flank, a battalion of the Night Whisper Legion spread out into a skirmish line, broadswords drawn. Their figures flickered in and out of sight in the morning light. Jiang Yelan stood at the very front, holding the shadow moon blade in a reverse grip, her cloak hood fluttering gently in the wind.

In the rear, one thousand County Soldiers were lined up in three phalanxes; their equipment was uneven, and their formation was not as neat as the Elite Soldiers, but their morale was not low.