102: Chapter 102 All-out Attack

The silver-armored knight took the lead as the Barbarian Horned Horse neighed, its four hooves shattering the thin mist along the banks of the Lingxi River like silver lightning slicing through the morning fog.

Murong Xue's charging posture was breathtakingly beautiful.

The Barbarian Horned Horse's hooves shattered the thin mist along the Lingxi River. Her silver armor gleamed like flowing mercury at high speed, and her body moved in perfect rhythm with the rise and fall of her mount.

Her fit and powerful waist, encased in silver armor, was like a silver bowstring, storing immense power with every bend.

When the Barbarian Horned Horse leaped, her waist bent backward like a fully drawn bow, her silver waist armor resembling a crescent moon in the morning light.

The definition of her abs beneath the waist armor looked like the most hidden patterns of the silver armor, faintly visible as she bent.

When the Barbarian Horned Horse landed, her waist snapped back like a released bowstring, transferring power from her waist to her legs, and from her legs to her mount—rider and horse as one.

Her tall and slender figure astride the Barbarian Horned Horse looked like a god of war descended to earth, the silver armor hugging every curve of her body.

The curve of her breastplate rose and fell like silver waves during the charge, and each stride of the Barbarian Horned Horse caused her body to bounce slightly.

Her full and pert silhouette beneath the silver armor was like waves of silver, rising one after another.

The curve of her waist armor gleamed like a silver crescent in the morning light, her slender waist wrapped in silver armor like a silver willow branch—bending but never breaking.

The leg armor clung to her long, powerful legs. Every time the Barbarian Horned Horse leaped off the ground, her legs squeezed the horse's flanks like silver iron pincers.

Her thighs pressed tightly against the sides of the Barbarian Horned Horse, as unshakeable as forged silver iron.

The Holy Light Spear shone with a silver light during the charge, as if a silver dragon were winding along its shaft, and the silver holy light at the spear's tip shone in the morning mist like the sharpest star.

"Hah!"

She was the first to charge into the Beast Tide.

Sweeping her spear, the silver holy light drew a semicircular arc of light, sending three Iron-Backed Wolves flying.

Tier 2 Barbarian Warrior Savage Beasts were like paper lanterns before the Tier 3 Barbarian Warrior strength of the Holy Light Knight.

The silver arc sliced through their ribs. The Savage Beast blood fell like black rain in the morning mist, splashing onto her silver armor like the wildest red splattered across a silver canvas.

Without stopping, she spun her spear tip and thrusted, skewering the skull of an Armor-Splitting Lizard with the silver tip.

The wild Savage Beast was pinned like a silver nail to a wall before the Holy Light Spear.

At the moment of death, its dark purple vertical pupils regained the wild luster unique to Savage Beasts, like a gem soaked in shadow revealing its truest color right before shattering.

With another spin and a flick, the holy light tossed the Savage Beast into the air, its blood sliding down her spear like red silk flowing over the silver shaft.

Her spear moved like an extension of her arm—thrusting, flicking, sweeping, and slashing. Every movement was clean and precise, like a silver blade carving countless silver arcs of light through the Beast Tide.

Her silver armor was splattered with Savage Beast blood, the deep red blood blooming on the silver armor like red plum blossoms.

From her pauldrons to her breastplate, and down to her waist armor, it looked as if the wildest red had been splattered across a silver canvas, yet her gaze remained as steadfast as a rock.

"Xiao Yuqing, cover me!"

Xiao Yuqing's Rainstorm Archer squad fired in unison from the defensive wall, their spiritual energy arrows falling like a torrential downpour, tracing emerald-green arcs through the morning mist.

Precisely shooting down the Savage Beasts attempting to bypass the cavalry, the short-haired Rainstorm Archer stood atop the wall.

As she drew her bow, the muscle lines of her arm were as beautiful as a sculpture in the morning light, like the athletic goddess of a class displaying her strongest side in the most dashing manner.

Every arrow pierced a throat, precise enough to justify the name of the Rainstorm Archer—striking the most fatal spot like every single drop in a tempest.

The western defensive line.

Frost Mage Lin Shiyun's Frost Trap activated the moment the Beast Tide stepped into it.

The ground along the Lingxi River suddenly froze, as if someone had laid an invisible ice mirror across the earth, causing dozens of low-tier Savage Beasts to slip on the icy surface.

The Iron-Backed Wolves on the ice were like drunkards who had lost their balance, their hooves slipping as they collided with one another.

A hint of bewilderment flashed in their dark purple vertical pupils, like puppets controlled by shadows suddenly losing their direction.

The Frost Mage stood on the defensive wall, her silver-white hair fluttering like snow in the morning breeze, looking like a winter waterfall cascading from her head.

Her ice-blue pupils reflected the black torrent of the Beast Tide, as if a black storm were sealed within deep-sea ice.

Her face was cold and exquisitely beautiful, like the coldest moonlight reflecting off an icy surface.

Yet her lips were slightly pursed in an unconscious show of tension; a Frost Mage's nervousness was never written on her face, only etched into the curve of her lips.

Her tall, slender figure stood at the highest point of the defensive wall, her mage robes fluttering in the morning breeze,

Yet the exquisite curves beneath her mage robes were faintly visible in the wind, as if the most maddening fire were hidden beneath winter's ice and snow.

Her waist-to-hip ratio was a perfect golden ratio, the belt of her mage robes binding her slender waist like a willow branch.

And the curve of her hips was like a full moon sculpted by the most exquisite craftsman.

The wind blew the hem of her mage robes flat against her legs, the contours of her long legs resembling winter mountains—cold yet intoxicating.

"Freeze!"

Raising her hands, ice-blue spiritual energy surged out like a wave, instantly freezing the surface of the Lingxi River and forming a hundred-meter-long ice wall.

The charging path of the Beast Tide was split in two: the left half was blocked by the ice wall, while the right half charged toward Murong Xue's cavalry unit.

In the morning light, the ice wall resembled a hundred-meter-long crystal curtain, with ice-blue light flowing across its surface like frost flowers blooming on the ice.

And Frost Mage Lin Shiyun stood right behind the ice wall, her silver-white hair like snow and her ice-blue eyes like ice, looking as if a frost queen had descended upon the battlefield.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly in a tsundere arc, "These few Savage Beasts aren't even enough for a warm-up."

Yet her hand trembled slightly inside her sleeve—she was just talking tough.

Suddenly, the aura of a Tier 5 Barbarian Warrior Savage Horn Rhino King appeared, and the behemoth was charging toward Murong Xue from the right side of the ice wall.

With every step it took, the ice wall vibrated in resonance, as if cracks were spreading from within the ice.

To the east, Su Mengyao's Nature Trap.

The Spirit Garden automatically triggered the moment the Savage Beasts stepped in, and the defensive plants sprouted by Su Mengyao were like awakened giant beasts.

Spiritual Vines wrapped around the Savage Beasts' limbs like giant serpents, floral poison paralyzed their nerves, and the thorns of the moonlight rose pierced their skin like sharp needles.

The Savage Beasts caught in the Spiritual Vines struggled in place like flies caught in a spiderweb; the more they struggled, the tighter the vines bound them.

The floral poison was injected into the Savage Beasts' blood vessels from the tips of the thorns, like the gentlest lullaby, causing their aggressiveness to fade inch by inch.

The Nature Druid stood in the center of the Spirit Garden, her emerald-green hair flowing like a waterfall within the Power of Nature, her jade-colored eyes filled with a gentle determination.

Her plump and soft figure in the emerald-green light of nature looked like the warmest flower of spring.

As she walked, her skirt swayed, revealing a glimpse of her fair, tender ankle, like the most intoxicating melody in a spring breeze.

Her figure was plump and soft, and her entire body exuded an intoxicating floral fragrance, like a most gentle flower protecting her garden in the softest way possible.

"You shouldn't have come here," her voice was gentle but brooked no argument.

Under her will, the Spiritual Vines acted like the most loyal guards, binding the Savage Beasts that entered the Spirit Garden tightly.

Yet her brow furrowed slightly; the spiritual energy consumed by the Nature Trap was more than she had anticipated.

Because Savage Beasts eroded by shadow were harder to paralyze than normal ones, requiring three times the dosage of floral poison to make the Savage Beasts with dark purple vertical pupils lose their combat effectiveness.

To the south, Shen Xun'er's Moonlight Blessing.

The Moonlight Priestess stood before the Ancestral Spirit Altar, moonlight swirling in her watery almond eyes like two gems soaked in moonlight.

With her hands clasped, the Moonlight Blessing spread like a silver-white curtain of light, covering the entire Guangming Village.

All the battling clansmen felt a warm energy surge into their bodies, easing their pain and restoring their spirits, gently brushing over everyone's wounds like moonlight.

She wore the silver-white robes of the Moonlight Priestess, her slender and graceful figure looking like the most sacred statue in the moonlight.

Her slender neck was like white jade condensed from moonlight, and the gentleness and sharpness in her watery almond eyes were like twin silver-white blades.

The silver-white curtain of light from the Moonlight Blessing spread from her palms like the gentlest river, flowing over the defensive walls, through the Spirit Garden, and along the banks of the Lingxi River.

In everyone brushed by the moonlight, their pain slowly receded, and their spiritual energy was gradually restored.

Yet in Shen Xun'er's watery almond eyes, the gentleness was overlaid with a thin layer of sharpness, like moonlight passing through ice crystals, soft yet carrying a cold, sharp edge.

She knew that the Beast Tide was just an appetizer and Chief Shi Ba was the main course. The shadow communication intercepted by Zhao Linger last night had already confirmed that Chief Shi Ba would take advantage of the Beast Tide to attack from the east.

And her Moonlight Blessing, while covering the entire village, could not cover the east—because the east was Chief Shi Ba's direction, and moonlight could not shine into the crevices of shadow.

Zhao Linger's Spirit Sound Affinity operated at full capacity.

She lay prone on the watchtower of the defensive wall, her round, large eyes closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning breeze.

Her Spirit Sound Affinity extended in all directions like invisible sound waves, weaving a silver spiderweb in the morning mist, with each thread connecting to a different direction of the Beast Tide.

"The main force of the Beast Tide in the west has already engaged Murong Xue's cavalry unit," she said, opening her eyes.

But in the next second,

her voice suddenly grew tense.

"To the east, another force is approaching.

It's not Savage Beasts; it's humans.

Footsteps... very heavy, at least forty people."

Her round, large eyes snapped wide open, an instinctive reaction of a Spirit Sound Master hearing the most jarring noise,

"It's Chief Shi Ba!"