39: The art of scraping! Twenty arrows per second, every strike yields gold coins!

The Rock Giant, thrown back to its starting point by [Spatial Leap], clearly couldn't comprehend this illogical scene.

It dazedly looked around at the swirling blood mist, then gazed at the distant fortress, still brightly lit under the blood-red sky.

In its rock-composed head, its meager intelligence had completely crashed.

Ultimately, the offensive instinct etched deep in its soul still overrode that trivial confusion.

It took heavy steps, slowly, once again walking towards Lin Feng's fortress.

Like a lost traveler, determined to return home.

Meanwhile, the battlefield was already a mess, with not a single enemy left standing.

The Thunderstorm Wyverns, which had been turned into a sheep, only managed to let out a dragon's roar filled with humiliation and anger after the transformation effect ended.

The next second, Lin Feng pinned it to the ground with an arrow rain so fast it almost formed a solid black curtain.

The massive dragon corpse exploded into a glittering pile of gold coins.

The entire battlefield was left with only this lone 'lost traveler' on its way home.

Lin Feng's lips curved into a cold, playful arc.

"Good."

His gaze fell on the uniquely shaped Greed Blade in the War Lord's hand.

"Just the right target to test the limits of this blade."

He didn't stay on the city wall to safely deal damage.

Instead, he controlled the War Lord, actively descended the city wall, and walked towards the sluggish giant.

Like a butcher about to begin his 'work'.

When the Rock Giant once again lumbered into range, the arrows in Lin Feng's hand poured out like a floodgate opening, gushing forth wildly!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

His attack speed had already been stacked to a terrifying level incomprehensible to ordinary people during the previous slaughter of the Undead Witch.

Now, facing this slow-moving, despairingly thick-blooded giant target, he pushed the art of 'slow torture' to its extreme.

-80!

[+10 Gold Coins]

-80!

[+10 Gold Coins]

-80!

[+10 Gold Coins]

The damage numbers were ridiculously low.

Scraping against the Rock Giant's twenty thousand health points, there was hardly any visible change.

However, there was no trace of impatience on Lin Feng's face.

His gaze was as calm as water, as if admiring a work of art nearing completion.

He watched his hero panel.

There, an entry representing 'Attack Speed' was rapidly increasing in an unreasonable manner.

15.0…

16.0…

17.0…

The speed at which arrows were fired became faster and faster.

From the initial continuous afterimages, it eventually completely transformed into a dark, light-devouring torrent of death!

And that poor Rock Giant became the most tragic and valuable sparring partner in the world.

Every step it took forward, it had to endure hundreds of attacks.

Its proudly boasted [Rock Body], in the face of this abnormal attack frequency, became a complete joke.

50% physical damage reduction?

It doesn't matter, my attack frequency is a hundred times yours!

Finally.

When it was still a hundred meters away from the fortress, the attack speed cap of the Greed Blade was successfully reached.

[Attack Speed: 20.0]

A perfect number, representing the theoretical ultimate limit of physical attack speed.

This meant that Lin Feng's War Lord could fire twenty arrows per second!

And the Rock Giant's health was also completely depleted in this endless 'scratching'.

It let out a muffled wail, its massive body disintegrated with a crash, turning into two smaller Rock Giants with halved attributes.

Lin Feng's arrow rain did not stop for a moment, covering them even more precisely.

In the face of an absolute attack speed of 20.0, splitting had lost all meaning.

In just a dozen seconds, the two smaller Rock Giants followed in their father's footsteps, collapsing in despair.

[Ding! You have perfectly resisted the second wave of the Blood Moon Demon Tide!]

[Obtained Gold Coins x20000, heavy oil x10000!]

Lin Feng looked at the rapidly jumping gold coin amount on his resource panel, which finally settled on a terrifying number, and slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

[Gold Coins: 48350]

Nearly fifty thousand!

Of this, nearly twenty thousand gold coins were 'scraped' out, one cut at a time, from that Rock Giant using the Greed Blade!

His cold lips finally curved into a genuine, satisfied arc.

This high-stakes gamble was indeed thrilling.

The [Polymorph] of the Holy Witch Tower was the key to breaking the situation.

If it hadn't disabled one of the Thunderstorm Wyverns and interrupted the enemy's control chain, his core towers might have been individually destroyed while stunned.

But, high risk always comes with high reward.

If he had chosen the [Jeweled Gauntlets] honestly, the battle would have been much easier, but there would never have been such terrifying gains.

And Lin Feng never feared risk.

He only believed that he could transform all risks into steps towards becoming stronger.

Looking at the forty-eight thousand plus gold coins, Lin Feng felt that it was all worth it.

At the same time, in the regional channel.

The number of survivors, after the second wave of the Demon Tide, plummeted dramatically and shockingly.

[Current Survivors in the War Zone: 2103 people]