The knight rode on a warhorse that was also shrouded in Dark Armor. Both man and horse were clad in heavy black plate studded with sharp, protruding iron spikes. The spikes were covered in a thick layer of rust, resembling terrifying weapons and exuding a chilling aura.

As the knight appeared, a strange, raspy voice rang out. The voice carried a heavy demonic accent, like a low growl from the depths of the Hell Abyss, enough to make one's skin crawl.

Then, a monster with two enormous bat wings appeared in the treetops. Its face, a grotesque mixture of an ape and a dog, was twisted into a deeply sinister grin. Its eyes glinted viciously, revealing an indescribable malice.

These two powerful Demons were likely the leaders of the approaching Demon Battle Group.

Fang Zhou stood atop the wooden wall, continuing to watch the performance of these two Demon leaders in the opening scene.

The Abyss Knight, clad entirely in black, took a massive black Longbow from his saddle and nocked a sharp, black Arrow. He drew the bowstring taut. The Arrow, like the gaze of the Death God himself, was aimed straight ahead.

"Sheep-headed Monster Battle Group, attack!" the Abyss Knight issued the command in a cold tone and abruptly released the bowstring.

The black Arrow shot forth with a sharp WHOOSH, like a bolt of black lightning, streaking toward the refugees arrayed in a defensive line!

The Arrow wasn't aimed at anyone in particular, but the power it displayed far exceeded the refugees' imaginations.

The twisting black Arrow first pierced the tallest barricade in the center. With a deafening BANG, four or five of the logs—each so heavy it would take several men to lift—exploded into pieces. The flying splinters scattered like shrapnel. The entire barricade collapsed with a thunderous crash, the force of its impact making the ground tremble. It trapped several refugees who failed to get out of the way, and their tragic cries rang out from underneath the wreckage.

The refugees scattered in terror, and the scene descended into chaos.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Sheep-headed Monsters also began to act. These creatures slowly drew sharp Short Spears from their backs. They gripped the shafts tightly in their burly arms, then, after briefly gathering their strength, they hurled them all at once.

Riding a powerful gust of wind, the weapons sped through the air at an astonishing speed, emitting a heart-stopping, piercing shriek.

Most refugees never expected such an attack. Their vision suddenly went black, immediately followed by indescribable agony erupting from various parts of their bodies. Some were hit in the shoulder and others in the thigh, while the unlucky ones were left with bloody holes in their chests.

The immense impact of the Short Spears sent the refugees flying backward to land heavily on the cold ground. Their bodies curled into balls as they struggled feebly, quickly losing the ability to fight.

Although the Sheep-headed Monsters' aim was not particularly precise, the sheer power of the attack was enough to instantly incapacitate any untrained person. Only three refugees were killed on the spot, having been struck in vital areas by the Short Spears. Even so, a third of the refugees suffered severe wounds in this sudden assault.

Counting those trapped under the collapsed logs, the middle-aged Warrior NPC realized he had already lost more than half of his forces.

The survivors, reeling from the series of sudden blows, completely lost all sense of formation. Their hands trembled, and they dropped their logging axes and saws, which clattered noisily on the ground.

Faced with such a devastating scene, the middle-aged Warrior NPC knew it was pointless to hold their ground any longer. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his might, "Run! Everyone, run to the Shelter!"

His voice awakened the refugees' survival instincts. Instantly, the clearing in the forest filled with the sound of frantic footsteps and desperate cries. The refugees scattered in a panic, like headless chickens. Some completely lost their sense of direction and blindly charged into the depths of the dense forest.

Fang Zhou witnessed all this, a sense of vigilance rising within him.

It seems this opening scene is about to end.

As he anticipated, it wasn't long before scattered refugees began to flee from the dense forest. At the same time, the warning bell of the Shelter below Fang Zhou's feet began to clang loudly.

The refugees working on repairs along the perimeter were startled by the abrupt alarm. But they quickly recovered their senses, dropped what they were doing, and sprinted toward the Shelter's gate.

In a corner of the Shelter, Punishment Ranger Li Guang heard the bell. He immediately rushed out of his residence, clutching a silver Longbow. Glancing swiftly at the surrounding watchtowers, he nimbly leaped onto a wooden ladder and climbed to the top of one of them.

Beyond the Shelter's walls, the trees cast swaying shadows, and the occasional dying screams of refugees pierced the air.

"Quick, quick, the Demons are coming! Close the gate!" a refugee came sprinting into the Shelter, gasping for breath as he desperately shouted at the guards by the gate.

His face was pale and his breathing was labored, with sweat streaming down his forehead. He had clearly just survived a life-or-death escape.

The guards exchanged glances before looking up at Fang Zhou on the wooden wall, awaiting his command.

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