A massive, silver-furred body flipped nimbly in the air before landing silently on the ground. It displayed astounding agility, immediately resuming a combat stance, ready to re-engage. This, however, was the last desperate struggle of the Three-headed Dog Demon.

This Demon Dog, built like a bull with three ferocious heads, was making its last stand. Its neck had already been nearly torn in half. A torrent of blood flowed from the wound like a red waterfall, staining the ground crimson. The terrifying Demon Dog's three heads let out feeble whines. Its huge body swayed for a moment before collapsing heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

Seeing their leader slain, the remaining Dog Demons let out mournful howls. The lucky few who hadn't yet been engaged by the Silver-backed Giant Bears immediately broke ranks, fleeing frantically toward the dense forest. The others were not so fortunate. They struggled desperately against the fangs and claws of the giant bears, only to be blinded and have their throats torn out one by one.

After dealing with these Dog Demons, the Silver-backed Giant Bears quickly returned to the battlefield to continue supporting their comrades still engaged in fierce battle.

Lu Renjia breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that this crisis had been averted once more. However, before he could fully collect himself, a loud, harsh clamor erupted from the Long Spear Formation at the front.

At the front, the once neat and impregnable Long Spear Formation now resembled a wheat field ravaged by a fierce storm, a scene of utter chaos. The Little Inferior Demons surged forward like a demonic tide unleashed, their crimson forms rolling and leaping crazily across the battlefield as they let out ear-piercing, unsettling screams and roars. Like a crimson wave, these creatures continuously crashed against the intermingled blue and white figures of the soldiers, enveloping them in a gigantic, swirling vortex.

At the center of this vortex, Olaf and a few elite NPCs led the Civilian Soldiers and Long Spear Skeletons. Their formation shattered, they were locked in a fierce battle with countless Little Inferior Demons, the din of battle shaking the heavens. Everyone gritted their teeth, wielding their swords and spears as they fought to the death against the Demons.

The Long Spear Skeletons became the last pillar and shield for the Civilian Corps. These lifeless warriors possessed extraordinary resilience and loyalty. They pierced the chests of countless Little Inferior Demons with their icy spear tips, buying precious breathing room for the allies behind them. Under their protection, the Civilian Soldiers managed to catch their breath, giving them a moment to readjust their tactics and formation. In such chaos, no command could be relayed. All that mattered was the fight.

Olaf, wielding his Giant Axe, charged on the front lines, appearing practically unstoppable. Wherever the line showed signs of failing, he would charge forward with a roar. Little Inferior Demons were instantly cleaved in two under Olaf's axe, and even the formidable Horned Demons couldn't withstand more than a couple of blows. Olaf hacked away mercilessly, his entire body quickly becoming drenched in Demon blood, making him look like a War God returned from Hell.

However, the surrounding Demon Army was vast, its numbers seemingly endless. In areas Olaf and his elites couldn't cover, Civilian Soldiers were still being impaled on the steel pitchforks of Little Inferior Demons, dropping dead to the ground. Others were seized by the powerful arms of Horned Demons and torn limb from limb.

The first casualties did not deter them, but as the formation broke, second and third waves of losses quickly followed. The dozens of Long Spear Skeletons no longer fought alone. They now formed the core of small squads, each Skeleton leading a group of hastily trained Civilian Soldiers. These Civilian Soldiers may have lacked refined Combat Techniques, but the spears and shields in their hands were the last barrier protecting their homes.

Whenever a Long Spear Skeleton brandished its meticulously crafted long spear, a group of Civilian Soldiers would follow its lead. Their own long spears, thrusting out from different angles and heights like the branches of a dense forest, formed an impenetrable wall of steel. Even the frenzied, charging Horned Demons fell before this dense and coordinated assault, their bodies left to pool in their own blood, becoming just another cold corpse on the scorched earth.

Despite this, the coalition of humans and Undead remained in extreme danger. Their battle line had become fragmented under the relentless onslaught of the Demon Army. Every line of defense was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment. The soldiers' faces were etched with exhaustion and fear; it felt as if total collapse could come at any moment.

Just then, the Tyrant Demon finally joined the battle. This giant Demon was clad in a set of heavy and solid Metal Armor. Wherever it trod, the bodies of Little Inferior Demons were crushed to a pulp. Its figure blotted out the light, casting an inescapable shadow over the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Facing this final boss, a dozen Long Spear Skeletons quickly assembled. These Long Spear Skeletons did not attack randomly. Each assault was precisely calculated to inflict lethal damage in the shortest possible time. A dozen long spears lunged almost simultaneously, targeting the seemingly invincible body of the Tyrant Demon.

However, the Tyrant Demon did not attempt to dodge. It simply stood there, allowing the long spears to crash against its armor.

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