235: Chapter 235 Inkstone!

This messenger from the Orc Alliance, a Saint-Grade 3-star Bearman powerhouse named Mo Shi, merely picked his ears nonchalantly upon hearing this, his rugged face filled with nothing but disdain and arrogance.

He glanced through the window at the brilliant yet chaotic battlefield outside the city, sneering in a muffled, booming voice,

"King Leo, why such panic? It is but a ragtag bunch relying on numbers and gimmicky skills."

"That so-called 'Saint-Grade' combat power is just a fake temporarily boosted by a Legion Skill. How can it compare to the true Saint-Grade power we've earned through bitter cultivation? Watch as I go and return in a flash, taking his head to serve as your chamber pot!"

Having said that, he let out a wild, arrogant laugh, not even bothering to use the main door.

His massive frame smashed directly through the sturdy window. Amidst gasps and flying stone debris, he shot toward the sky above the battlefield outside the city like a cannonball, enveloped in a violent, earthy yellow energy light!

"Hahaha! Ants, feel the true power!"

Mo Shi's roar was like rolling thunder, instantly drowning out part of the battlefield's clamor.

He hovered in mid-air, his terrifying Saint-Grade 3-star pressure released without reservation. Like an invisible mountain, it pressed down toward Lin Tian's army formation, attempting to seize the psychological initiative.

The moment Mo Shi appeared and erupted with Saint-Grade Aura, Lin Tian's gaze locked onto him. A Detection Spell was silently cast.

[Mo Shi (Bearman)]

[Strength]: Saint-Grade 3-star

"Heh, Saint-Grade 3-star? A Bearman reinforcement?"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, glancing past him at the elderly Minotaur King on the city wall, who was guarded by many elite Minotaur guards; though his Aura was decaying, he still exuded a sense of royal majesty.

And further away, there was Gos, who was commanding at the top of his lungs, his Aura withered yet his eyes full of hatred.

"The lineup is quite complete."

Lin Tian sneered, showing no fear on his face.

"Lin Feng!" he barked.

"Present!" Lin Feng had long been unable to restrain himself, his eyes burning with Battle Intent.

"Use Command of a Thousand Armies to raise your strength exactly to Saint-Grade 3-star and go up to tie down that bear! Remember, tie him down, don't go all out. Show weakness to the enemy and make him think you're only average!"

Lin Tian instructed quickly, a hint of cold calculation at the corner of his mouth.

"Understood!"

Lin Feng grasped the intent instantly—this was baiting!

"Lin Yin!"

Lin Tian turned to Lin Yin, who stood silently beside him like a moonlight Fairy, her Aura completely restrained. His voice was even lower, carrying absolute trust.

"Your task is to keep a dead lock on that Bearman. Wait for Lin Feng to create the perfect opportunity, then I want you to... take him out with one arrow! Any problems?"

"Don't worry, Brother Tian. One shot, one kill."

Her voice was calm and waveless, yet it contained a heart-palpitating, absolute confidence.

"Good! Move according to plan!"

Just as Mo Shi was arrogantly releasing his pressure, preparing to find that 'fake Saint-Grade' to crush...

Within the human army formation, a similarly vast Battle Intent reaching Saint-Grade 3-star erupted!

"Chiyang Legion, War Soul Condensation!"

Lin Feng gave a furious roar, and the vitality of over five hundred thousand elite Golden Armored Spearmen behind him connected as one!

A Crimson Sun Battle Soul, more solid and with a purer, sharper Aura than before, rose from the ground.

Though its height was maintained at a thousand meters, that brilliant Divine Might and condensed Saint-Grade energy fluctuations caused the arrogance on Mo Shi's face to instantly freeze!

"Saint-Grade 3-star? That old thing Leo lied to me!"

Mo Shi was both shocked and enraged, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired.

He let out a wild roar, his muscles bulging as earthy yellow energy transformed into physical armor. Waving a giant palm the size of a door, he took the initiative to pounce toward the Crimson Sun Battle Soul!

"Even if you are also Saint-Grade 3-star, I will slap you into meat paste!"

"Come then!"

Lin Feng controlled the Battle Soul and met him without fear.

He did not use his full strength, instead controlling his power to be exactly at the threshold of Saint-Grade 3-star, even holding back slightly as he became entangled with Mo Shi.

The flaming giant spear collided with the bear palm, producing deafening booms. Energy storms raged, making the fight appear incredibly intense.

However, Lin Feng always 'barely' held on, occasionally being 'shaken back' a few steps, giving Mo Shi the illusion that 'I have a slight upper hand, I can win if I just push a bit harder.'

Mo Shi indeed fell for it. He felt that while his opponent's strength wasn't weak, their technique was clumsy, seemingly relying entirely on the Legion Skill to hold on, and their strength appeared to lack endurance.

The more he fought, the more excited he became, laughing wildly over and over:

"Hahaha! Only this much! Watch me tear you apart!"

Seeing this, Leo and Gos on the city wall also felt their spirits lift!

It seemed the Alliance messenger was indeed powerful and held the upper hand! As long as they could kill this human Saint-Soul, the battle situation would turn!

However, none of them noticed—or rather, they were distracted by the intense high-level duel.

They ignored another cold, quiet Aura on the battlefield, one like a ghost under the moon.

At some point, Lin Yin had quietly detached from the main army and reached the top of an inconspicuous, half-collapsed tower ruin on the battlefield's flank, shrouded in shadows and drifting dust.

She knelt on one knee, the hem of her Moonlight Saint Robe lightly brushing against the charred stones. Her entire being seemed to merge with the ruins, the shadows, and even the surrounding space.

The moonlight divine bow in her hand was already fully drawn. On the string sat a silver arrow that looked ordinary but had all the power of moonlight and the Law of Wood restrained to the absolute limit.

Her gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, ignoring the roaring behemoths and flying light, splitting into three to lock onto three targets simultaneously.

Mo Shi, who was in a fierce battle with Lin Feng, his old strength spent and new strength yet to rise, his side slightly exposed;

The Minotaur King Leo on the city tower, with a joyful expression, leaning slightly forward as if trying to see more clearly;

And Gos, not far from Leo, waving a battle-axe and commanding the defense at the top of his lungs.

She was waiting, waiting for that fleeting yet absolutely fatal moment.

Now!

After another 'evenly matched' clash with Mo Shi, Lin Feng's Crimson Sun Battle Soul 'staggered' back dozens of meters, revealing a 'huge' opening. At the same time, it seemed to lack strength, and the Battle Soul's light 'dimmed' slightly.

"Great chance!"

A fierce light flared in Mo Shi's eyes. Without suspicion, he let out a wild roar, channeling all his strength into his right palm.

The earthy yellow energy condensed into a mountain-like giant claw phantom, carrying the momentum to crush everything as it slammed toward the Crimson Sun Battle Soul's seemingly 'defenseless' left shoulder!

This was his long-premeditated killing move, aiming to heavily wound or even shatter this troublesome thing in one blow!

However, at that exact moment when his full strength was poured out, the giant claw was falling, his own defense was at its lowest, and his mind was completely locked onto Lin Feng...

"Swish!"

A sharp whistle, so faint it was almost negligible yet sounding directly in the depths of the Soul, rang out without warning from the shadows of the ruins on the flank!

The hair all over Mo Shi's body instantly stood on end!

A Soul-chilling deathly cold, like an icy venomous snake, instantly surged from his tailbone to the top of his head!

He wanted to retract his move, wanted to defend, wanted to dodge, but his full-strength strike had already been unleashed. His body was at the stiffest Peak of its exertion, and new strength simply couldn't be generated in time!

He could only desperately and hopelessly twist his neck, using the corner of his eye to glance toward the source of that deadly silver light.