The middle-aged warrior casually tossed aside the Long Spear, letting out a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! The third one! That makes it a net gain!"

In those brief few seconds, several festering blisters had already appeared on the warrior's palm. The poison coated on the spear was extremely corrosive, a deadly substance that ordinary humans could not possibly wield. This life-corroding Abyssal Poison, combined with the Sheep-headed Monsters' own formidable resistance to toxins, was the fundamental reason their combat prowess far surpassed that of the Little Inferior Demons.

The two consecutive failed attacks, which left three Sheep-headed Monsters dead on the battlefield, came as a slight surprise to the Black Armored Abyss Knight. His hooded cloak suddenly billowed, and a wave of cold malevolence surged out from beneath it like black fog.

"Ready the Short Spears! Kill them!"

The Abyss Knight's voice was cold and merciless. Each word seemed to burst from the crevices of an iceberg, carrying a bone-chilling frost.

The Sheep-headed Monsters let out piercing laughs, spurring their mounts to circle the last remaining human targets. Each clutched its Short Spear, making threatening gestures in an attempt to intimidate their foe.

SWOOSH.

SWOOSH.

SWOOSH.

However, the sound echoing across the battlefield did not come from the Short Spears thrown by the Sheep-headed Monsters. It came from the Shelter's lookout tower, where dozens of Skeleton Archers were drawing their bows and letting their arrows fly.

The Arrow Rain was dense, like the deadliest meteor shower, streaking across the night sky to pour down upon the Sheep-headed Monsters.

In an instant, more than ten of the swaggering, unprepared Sheep-headed Monsters were grievously wounded and fell to the ground, their bodies bristling with bone arrows. The arrows seemed to be forged from ice, not only piercing their flesh but also freezing their very Life Energy.

The remaining Sheep-headed Monsters cried out in panic and hurriedly changed direction, attempting to flee the sudden Arrow Rain. Although the Skeleton Archers on the lookout tower fired two more volleys, most of the arrows failed to catch the swiftly moving targets and embedded themselves deep in the ground. Only a few unlucky Sheep-headed Monsters were struck again.

Witnessing this, the Black Armored Abyss Knight let out a deafening roar and brandished his pitch-black Longsword. The light of the blade was as profound as the Abyss itself. With a single slash, the heads of the fastest-fleeing Sheep-headed Monster and its mount were sent flying, rolling across the ground as blood splattered, staining the earth red.

The rest of the Sheep-headed Monsters cried out in Chaos, pulling their mounts to a halt. They looked terrified, unsure of what to do.

At that moment, a group of Skeleton Warriors holding Skeleton Giant Shields charged out from the Shelter's open gates. They carried simple stretchers made of wooden planks and burlap, running swiftly to the middle-aged warrior and the refugees he was protecting. These Skeleton Warriors moved with speed and precision, carefully helping the injured humans onto the stretchers before rapidly retreating back into the Shelter.

The Black Armored Abyss Knight roared again, the sound splitting the air. He swung the pitch-black blade in his hand forward, as if tracing a trajectory of Death in the Void.

As if receiving an irresistible command, the Sheep-headed Monsters became frenzied. Malice-filled eyes flickered with bloodthirsty light as they all roared, driving their distorted mounts forward like a black tide, charging toward the Shelter.

However, as the Sheep-headed Monsters entered optimal firing range, another command rang out from the Shelter's lookout tower.

"Fire at will!"

At this order, the Archers on the lookout tower immediately sprang into action.

A Sheep-headed Monster at the vanguard, carried away as it brandished its weapon, suddenly went rigid as if struck by an invisible force. It then fell silently from its mount. The two Sheep-headed Monsters directly behind it stared, dumbfounded, and cried out in shock. An Arrow was embedded deep in the lead monster's throat. Blood dripped from the sharp arrowhead, staining the ground red. The precise shot had not only taken the monster's life but had also stifled its final scream in its throat.

Immediately after, more Arrows rained down, each carrying deadly force and sinking brutally into the bodies of the Sheep-headed Monsters. They had not yet covered even half the distance to the Shelter, but nearly ten more of their cavalry had fallen one after another. The scene was utterly gruesome.

Such losses were undoubtedly a massive blow to the Black Armored Abyss Knight. Fury burned in his eyes, and his roars were filled with indignation and rage.

Perched in a treetop, the Terror Wing Demon, which had been constantly mocking the Abyss Knight with acerbic words, was also forced to rein in its arrogance. A trace of vigilance surfaced in its red eyes as it began to carefully scan every corner of the Shelter, attempting to locate the hidden Archers.

Amid the continuous commands from the lookout tower, the middle-aged warrior and the other refugees were given a precious moment of respite. Under the cover of the precise ranged attacks, they steadily retreated into the safety of the Shelter.

Fang Zhou's face remained impassive. Although the Sheep-headed Monsters looked terrifying, the deadly, flesh-corrupting poison they relied on for their ferocity was trivial before the Skeleton Army he had summoned. As for the monsters themselves, riding their twisted mounts, their hideous appearance was merely a joke before the Shelter's sturdy wooden walls.

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