103: Chapter 103 That man has arrived!

Zhao City, North Gate.

The fires of war had already scorched the sky into a dusty red.

"Hold the line! Mages, focus on mana control! Third and fourth echelons, prepare to rotate to the front!"

Yue Ying stood atop the city wall, her voice raspy from prolonged shouting.

A bloody gash marked her fair cheek—a graze from the lingering resentment on an arrow she had just dodged during a sneak attack by an Undead Archer.

Below the city walls lay an endless black tide.

Skeleton Soldiers, zombies, wraiths, Stitch Monsters... tens of thousands of undead creatures charged the gates and walls with a fearless disregard for death.

The thick death energy had almost materialized, making the temperature at the North Gate feel like the dead of winter.

The defensive line formed by players was like a fragile dam amidst a raging ocean, liable to collapse at any moment.

"Manager! The western defense line is about to break! There are too many Necromancers; they won't stop summoning!"

Yue Ying gritted her silver teeth, glancing at the constantly refreshing messages in the guild channel.

This was no 'bonus mission' at all!

The current number of players in Zhao City couldn't hold out for much longer!

The monsters ranged from level 10 to 20, and their numbers were overwhelming.

The most disgusting part was the Necromancers mixed into the mob, who could continuously resurrect the fallen skeletons.

As their numbers grew and the players' dwindled, the defensive line was being squeezed tighter and tighter.

Just moments ago, next to the blood-colored moon above the North Gate, a vast golden light had abruptly risen from the distant horizon.

That light was overbearing and blazing, as if a sun were rising from the ground, illuminating half the sky like broad daylight.

At that exact moment, the momentum of the monster siege had eerily stalled for three seconds.

Those precious three seconds had given the crumbling defense line a brief moment to catch its breath.

But it was only three seconds.

Afterward, the monsters' offensive became even more frenzied, as if they were venting some sort of interrupted rage.

Yue Ying had no time to overthink it; a new crisis had already appeared.

"Roar—!"

A dull roar echoed from the rear of the monster tide.

A giant monster, ten meters tall and stitched together from countless remains and corpses, charged toward the city gate with heavy strides.

With every step it took, the earth trembled.

"It's an Elite! A Stitched Colossus!"

"Quick! Focus fire! Don't let it get near the gate!"

The commanders on the wall shouted until they were hoarse.

Countless arrows and spells fell like raindrops onto the Stitched Colossus, yet they couldn't even effectively pierce its skin.

Most of the Adventurers participating in the city defense were around level 15.

The highest among them hadn't even reached level 20!

Facing a level 20 Elite monster was simply asking too much of them!

The brave Adventurers weren't given much time to react.

The massive stitched monster raised its foot and executed a 'Stomp'!

The ground shook violently.

All Adventurers currently casting spells had their skills immediately interrupted.

Even the melee fighters felt their footing grow unstable, and their movement slowed.

With a single crowd-control skill, dozens of Adventurers were instantly taken out!

However, this was not the end.

The stitched monster let out a roar and then charged straight for the city gate!

"It's over..."

Yue Ying clenched her fists, preparing to order a retreat.

If this hit landed, Zhao City's North Gate would surely fall!

Compared to experience points, their lives were more important!

At that critical moment...

A sound that no one had anticipated pierced through the noisy battlefield.

It wasn't thunder, nor was it a roar.

It was the extremely clear and crisp ring of a sword.

"Zheng—!"

The sound wasn't loud, yet it seemed to ring directly in everyone's ears, instantly drowning out the shrieks of the undead and the clashing of weapons.

Following that, an exquisitely brilliant golden stream of light tore through the gloomy firmament!

It was incredibly fast, and incredibly overbearing!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, that golden stream of light arrived in an instant without the slightest pause.

With a posture that pierced through heaven and earth, it accurately stabbed into the Stitched Colossus's back and burst out through its massive chest!

Poof—!

Stinking dark-green blood, mixed with countless shattered corpse parts and resentment, erupted like a volcanic explosion.

At that moment, time seemed to hit the pause button.

The Stitched Colossus lowered its head—composed of dozens of smaller heads—and looked in disbelief at the massive, transparent hole in its chest, its edges sizzling from the burn of golden flames.

Its twisted, giant mouth opened slightly, seemingly wanting to let out a final roar, but only a puff of black smoke emerged.

Immediately after, its massive body crashed to its knees and then disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a cloud of ash that dissipated into the air.

One hit!

An instant kill!

The level 20 Elite that had just left thousands of players helpless and on the brink of despair was gone just like that?

A deathly silence fell over the city wall.

Everyone forgot to fight, forgot to breathe; they all looked up in unison toward the direction from which that golden stream of light had flown.

Under the dusty red sky, a figure was treading upon a simple, ancient green flying sword, hovering in mid-air.

He wore an exquisite black Daoist robe, his black hair fluttering slightly in the gale of death energy, his expression indifferent.

It was as if that earth-shattering sword strike just now had been nothing more than casually flicking away a speck of dust.

Beside him, that golden yuhuang sword that had just insta-killed the Stitched Colossus was buzzing, emitting a divine aura that made one afraid to look directly at it.

"It's... it's him!"

Yue Ying couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief.

She had subconsciously felt that if that man had arrived, there would be no more problems.

"Holy crap! He can fly? Is that a skill a player can have?"

"Just now... that sword strike just now insta-killed an Elite BOSS?"

"Brothers, I feel like... things are about to get fired up!"

After a brief silence, the city wall erupted with a mountain-shaking tide of exclamations and discussions.

In the eyes of countless players, despair turned into fanaticism.

Even City Lord Gao De, the NPC who had been calmly commanding, stopped his shouting now.

He looked up at Chen You in the sky, his eyes filled with a shock that far surpassed that of the ordinary players.

Chen You ignored the clamor on the wall.

The reason he came by sword wasn't to show off, but simply to get a better overview of the entire battlefield.

In terms of pure speed, flying on a sword was actually about the same as riding the rabbit.

Speaking of which, this was his first time flying on a sword, so he had specifically chosen the wider ascension dao sword.

His gaze calmly swept over the undead army below that resembled a black ocean.

This is all experience points!

Standing on the green flying sword, Chen You simply pointed his fingers forward and lightly flicked upward.

"Buzz!"

The golden yuhuang sword hovering beside him let out a cheerful ring and instantly split into two, becoming two identical divine swords.

Immediately after, Chen You poured his spiritual power into them without reservation.

Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique, Second Form—Chaotic Stars!

In an instant, the two yuhuang swords transformed into two golden tornadoes of death, carrying a terrifying whistle that tore through space as they charged left and right into the dense undead army below!

That wasn't a battle at all!

It was a massacre!

A harvest!

The two golden tornadoes composed of countless sword lights were like two super meat grinders that had just been switched on.

With a savage and unreasonable posture, they charged frantically through the sea of undead!

Wherever the sword light passed, whether it was the hard Skeleton Soldiers or the slow-moving zombies...

...the moment they touched that golden sword light, they were sliced into the most primitive fragments and then completely evaporated by the spiritual power attached to the swords!

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound of bones shattering merged into one, making one's scalp tingle.

The death wails of the undead couldn't even escape before being completely submerged by the violent storm of sword qi.

The players watched the shocking scene below the wall, dumbstruck.

Then they looked back at the figure in the air with his fluttering robes.

"This... this is way too cool..."

A young Adventurer murmured to himself, not even noticing that the weapon in his hand had slipped to the ground.