120: The Black Wind Mountain Legion was wiped out!

Seeing that there were no Tank Warriors pushing forward above the stockade gate.

Since the enemy was cowering inside, he would go in himself.

Lin Yue glanced at the Assassin Captain leading the charge against him, "Brother, have you had enough hacking?"

"White Emperor, don't think I'm afraid of you, ah~"

Too lazy to waste words with the opponent, a single Chain Fireball cleared out a space for seven or eight people around him.

Thunderstorm!

In the sky, violent Thunder poured down, covering a hundred-meter radius around Lin Yue.

The crashing Thunder fell like raindrops, perfectly enveloping the five hundred assassins who had come to attack Lin Yue.

"This damage is too terrifying."

"It's over, the Thunder is too dense, there's no way to dodge it."

"Why is White Emperor's Casting Speed so fast for such a large-scale AOE skill?"

"My proud assassins can't even break White Emperor's defense, are we even playing the same game?"

...In a few breaths, Lin Yue, using Thunder Punishment and Thunderstorm Spell simultaneously, completely annihilated the five hundred assassins surrounding him.

"Hey, are you guys going to hide inside like cowards?"

Seeing the stockade gate tightly shut and not a single player daring to show their head, Lin Yue shouted in annoyance.

"White Emperor, don't be so smug, if you have the guts, come in! We still have over two thousand people, we're not afraid of you at all."

Tyrant Fire shouted, putting on a brave front but quickly ducking back down as soon as he poked his head out, fearing Lin Yue would strike him dead with a lightning bolt. His reaction was remarkably swift.

"Alright, if you won't come out, I'll go in myself."

With a bright red name value above his head, Lin Yue aimed his Spell directly at the stockade gate.

Similar to Demon Dragon Mountain, these kinds of structures usually have durability, and with continuous attacks for a period, the gate would quickly be destroyed.

Thunder Cloud Spell!

-68888!

-66666!

Currently, the strongest single-target Spell, Thunder Cloud Spell, with twelve lightning bolts per second, was extremely effective against such structures.

The stockade gate had only a million durability, but Lin Yue's single Thunder Cloud Spell output already approached eight hundred thousand damage.

Two Thunder Cloud Spells, in less than a second, and the stockade gate collapsed with a crash. Lin Yue stepped into the stockade.

What met his eyes were the bewildered Archer and Mage Regiments.

Inside the stockade now, apart from five hundred Tank Warriors, only Archers, Mages, and Priests remained.

Excluding five hundred Priests, the Archers and Mages combined were less than fifteen hundred.

They had originally planned to organize a new round of casting, but they never expected the stockade gate to be breached in an instant.

"It's over, it's really over this time!"

Seeing White Emperor charge in, Tyrant Fire's face turned pale. Even though they still had two thousand five hundred people, these people were truly not enough for White Emperor to kill.

Thunderstorm!

Lin Yue was expressionless. With a gentle wave of his golden staff, he cast it towards the densely packed Mages and Archers.

When Lin Yue was attacking Overlord Guild's Warrior players, these Mages and Archers were the ones hitting him the most enthusiastically.

They didn't expect Lin Yue's dual resistances to be so high now; after hitting him for a long time, they still couldn't even deplete a third of his health, and Lin Yue's Spell Lifesteal just sucked it all back.

Even after Lin Yue breached the gate, he was still at full health, not even needing Vibrant Life.

Seeing the Thunderstorm gather again, this large-scale AOE skill, combined with Lin Yue's high output, meant that wherever it was cast, a swath of people would die.

The Mages and Archers of Overlord Guild were miserable; they were already gathered together, numbering over a thousand.

Now, even if they reacted and wanted to escape the attack range, it was too late.

In an instant, dozens of people screamed and turned into corpses.

But Lin Yue couldn't hear these wails. After casting Thunderstorm, he cast Thunder Punishment, and occasionally threw a few Chain Fireballs in between.

In just a second, dozens, even a hundred people died.

"Quick, everyone surround him! Priests, quickly apply weakening status effects! A few more seconds, and all the Ranged Units will be wiped out."

Watching Lin Yue begin to target the Mages and Archers, Tyrant Fire could no longer wait and sent the remaining five hundred Warriors to hold him off.

But what good would that do?

Lin Yue completely ignored these close-combat Warriors.

At most, he could withstand attacks from dozens of people at the same time. Even if these Warriors were elite, they could only deal one to two thousand health damage to Lin Yue per second.

Calculated, that's less than one hundred thousand health.

But Lin Yue's health was about to Break through one million eight hundred thousand.

An eighteenth of his health loss, Lin Yue didn't even frown.

Moreover, the damage Lin Yue dealt was far stronger than these Warriors.

Under the extreme Casting Speed of 5.5, at a minimum of sixty thousand points, Thunderstorm alone could deal one million eight hundred thousand output per second.

Coupled with Thunder Punishment during that time, he could also deal over a million output per second.

A quick calculation shows that the combined damage per second stably exceeded three million.

What does three million damage mean? As long as Lin Yue uses Thunder Spells, his Spell Lifesteal can reach forty percent.

In other words, Lin Yue recovers one million two hundred thousand health per second.

How could Overlord Guild members possibly fight him?

"White Emperor, stop fighting, stop fighting! I surrender, alright?!"

Watching guild members die tragically before his eyes, Tyrant Fire was terrified and couldn't help but beg for mercy.

"Sorry, no!"

Being merciful to enemies is being cruel to oneself. Lin Yue was no saint, so he naturally wouldn't give his enemies any chance to grow stronger.

Besides, in his previous life, when Overlord Guild massacred his family, he also begged Overlord Invincible for mercy, but was it granted?

Blame it on being a member of Overlord Guild then.

With a casual lightning bolt, he sent Tyrant Fire to meet his maker. With the death of the vice-leader, the remaining Overlord Guild players began to panic.

"White Emperor, I know I can't beat you. Now I just ask you to give me a quick death."

Fire died right before Savage Bull's eyes. Overlord Savage Bull could no longer endure it, suddenly stood up, and shouted at Lin Yue.

Boom!

A lightning bolt was Savage Bull's reply.

Since the opponent sought death, he would grant it.

Overlord Savage Bull, with his bull eyes wide, was instantly killed, and the rest of the battle became even simpler.

The members, who had lost their backbone, were now like scattered sand. Even if some tried to organize another attack, they had already been terrified by Lin Yue.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, in less than five minutes, the area was covered with corpses. The entire five-thousand-strong combat legion had been killed by Lin Yue.

At the resurrection point in the center of the stockade, densely packed heads surged, all of them Overlord Guild members who had lost a level.

Lin Yue stood alone outside the resurrection point, yet not a single player dared to come out.

Because, stepping out meant death.

At the same time, at the Xuanwu City Farming Spot.

Overlord Divine Light frantically found Overlord Invincible.

"Young Lord, in less than five minutes."

"The Black Wind Mountain Legion was annihilated by White Emperor!"