At that moment, Lu Renjia took a deep breath. His chest swelled with power, and the Studded Leather Armor on his body emitted a faint scraping sound as he breathed. His face flushed red with exertion, his eyes locked on the approaching red tide. He opened his mouth and unleashed an earth-shattering roar. "Kill!"

He had used the Battle Cry skill!

The sound, like the cracking of the very earth, echoed across the battlefield. Soon, more Warriors joined the cry. Their voices merged into an unstoppable torrent of sound, accompanying the first rank of Long Spear Skeletons as they thrust their bony long spears forward to meet the oncoming demonic horde.

Charging at the forefront were the Horned Demons, simple-minded but ferocious and impatient. Protected by heavy Scale Armor, these tall Demons fearlessly faced the oncoming spear points, leaping forward with bloodthirsty roars. Their Scale Armor had withstood the blows of countless weapons in the past. In their minds, this time would be no different.

However, empowered by Fang Zhou's Brutal Aura, the Long Spear Skeletons' well-prepared strike far exceeded the Horned Demons' expectations.

When the sharp spear points clashed with the thick Scale Armor, a sickening, dull thud filled the air. In that instant, the armor they had considered indestructible proved as fragile as paper, easily pierced by the spears. Blood spurted like fountains, dyeing the Horned Demons' bodies and the ground beneath their feet red.

Their bloodthirsty roars turned into cries of pain. Fear and despair filled their eyes as their massive bodies trembled beneath the spears, looking as if they would collapse at any moment.

The Long Spear Skeletons remained calm and coordinated. Their arms were taut to the breaking point, and the sound of bone grating against bone was chilling. Following a silent command, they all heaved in unison, pulling their spearheads from the Horned Demons' bodies. The spearheads, dripping with thick blood and chunks of flesh, traced grisly arcs through the air before returning to the Skeletons' grasp.

As the front rank of Horned Demons crashed to the ground, a wave of Little Inferior Demons surged forward like a tide. Though small in stature like human children, these Little Inferior Demons possessed surprising strength, comparable to that of a full-grown adult. They screamed and roared, brandishing steel forks as they tried to charge into the Long Spear Formation and sow chaos while the Skeletons were still recovering their balance.

Long spears are unwieldy weapons in close-quarters combat, so the Little Inferior Demons had timed their charge well.

However, the sound of Olaf's Skeleton Double Axes cleaving the air echoed like thunder across the battlefield.

SQUELCH!

Following Olaf's move, the rank of melee-armed Skeletons behind the spearmen let out a silent war cry. They took a great stride forward, leveling their weapons and thrusting with the momentum. Had they been facing charging Horned Demons, the melee Skeletons' weapons would have lacked the stopping power to inflict fatal damage. This time, however, their targets were the much weaker Little Inferior Demons.

Against these foes, the Skeletons' bone weapons proved exceptionally sharp and deadly. They easily pierced through the Little Inferior Demons, hoisting the once-arrogant demonic cannon fodder high into the air before slamming them back to the ground. Amid a spray of blood, the struggles of the Little Inferior Demons gradually weakened, finally ceasing in eternal silence.

While the fleshy wings on the Little Inferior Demons' backs couldn't grant them flight, they did reduce their body weight, giving the creatures impressive jumping ability. Relying on their light bodies, some Little Inferior Demons scrambled through the narrow gaps between the refugees' makeshift shelters on the flanks, attempting to bypass the solid Long Spear Formation and find a weak point.

They moved like ghosts, sneaking through the narrow passages to launch a surprise attack on the defensive line's flanks. However, they were met by well-prepared War Axes and Longswords.

Several Little Inferior Demons targeted Lu Renjia and quickly surrounded him, their steel forks glinting coldly in the dim firelight. They let out hoarse roars, attempting to intimidate the human before them.

However, Lu Renjia, an outstanding second-year Warrior Apprentice, was not frightened by these Low-Level creatures. Instead, he used his familiarity with the terrain, skillfully utilizing every obstacle to conceal himself and easily evade their chaotic attacks.

Then he planted his feet, took a deep breath, and let out a low growl. His eyes flew wide, their depths flashing with a blood-red light. The heavy Greatsword in his hand suddenly felt as light as a feather.

Lu Renjia selected the closest target—the Little Inferior Demon that had been at the forefront of the charge. With a powerful push off the ground, he shot forward like a cannonball. The Greatsword in his hand swung high, describing a perfect arc. The next moment, the sword edge descended with unstoppable momentum, cleaving down at the Little Inferior Demon.

The Little Inferior Demon, clearly sensing the danger, hurriedly lifted its steel fork overhead in an attempt to block Lu Renjia's fatal blow. However, neither its flimsy arms nor the steel fork forged with Abyssal Flame could withstand the full force of Lu Renjia's strike.

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