Chapter 128

This silent, steady slaughter was even more terrifying to the Heishan Army than the output from the Spirit Lord's forces.

It was like a great mountain pushing toward you, and you had no way at all to stop it.

The Heishan Army commander retreated back into the trench, only to find fewer than a hundred soldiers had regrouped.

Yet they had hidden nearly a thousand men here!

Nearly a thousand elite troops—not ordinary conscripts!

Among them were specialized troops led by heavy-armored Lords: the Great Hammer Warriors, and the specialized Five Warriors skilled in charges and melee.

But all of them were dead.

The more powerful the troop type, the faster they died…

"Jiu Zhou Ling…"

The Heishan Army commander's face turned ashen; he could not say whether he felt fear or rage.

He had believed that once the Heishan Army moved, Jiu Zhou Ling would have no defense at all.

That golden ranking number one? Merely because they hadn't acted yet…

Yet the truth was this cruel…

How many Xuan Gui Yu Shou were there?

He had counted carefully just now: forty Xuan Gui Yu Shou, forming a defensive formation that hundreds couldn't break through…

At that moment, magical energy condensed in the sky; the Heishan Army commander's face changed.

"Fall back! The enemy is about to unleash a magical bombardment!"

101: The fruits of special training under Tian Dao Chou Qin—Lin Yifei stands alone!

"Truly, I've gained new insight."

Natasha said with awe.

She and Chen Ping followed behind the main force, witnessing firsthand the invincible defense of the Xuan Gui Yu Shou.

When the heavy-armored Lord first charged out, she had felt genuine concern and wanted to intervene.

But Chen Ping had remained unmoved, so Natasha held back.

Then she witnessed a scene worthy of legend.

The charging enemies crashed against the boulders like waves, shattering into pieces.

When the heavy-armored Lord's armor was split open by a sharp soldier's blade, she clearly saw the armor's thickness exceeded that of a thumb.

Clad in such heavy armor, combined with the momentum of the charge and that unmistakably extraordinary great hammer—

And yet he was utterly defeated…

The Xuan Gui Yu Shou completely reshaped Natasha's understanding.

Look at the Heishan Army collapsing like a mountain, fleeing in panic—they were clearly shattered by the Xuan Gui Yu Shou.

Now, Natasha bowed to Chen Ping.

"I can't let you do all the work—I must lend a hand too."

Natasha drew a short staff shimmering with silver light, its top adorned with feathered wings, resembling a bow but not quite.

Seeing Chen Ping's gaze, Natasha smiled slightly.

"This was forged in my own territory and then elevated by secret arts—the Fei Yu Quan Zhang, top-tier."

Natasha had her own foundations; the Elf craftsmen had their own unique methods.

Chen Ping hadn't expected her to craft such a treasure, and he now looked forward to her performance.

Natasha made no pretense of modesty; she rode her Bai Lu forward, joined her territory's mage unit, and began casting.

Magical energy condensed in the sky; spells rained down one after another, plowing through the grasslands.

The Heishan Army was forced out of their trenches; deprived of cover, they were once again slaughtered without mercy.

Meanwhile, behind them, the Heishan Army besieging the Forest Lord's territory grew desperate and began detonating explosives.

They hurled every last reserve of gunpowder and explosive material at once, making the territory's defense shield hum violently.

Flames blazed fiercely on the perimeter, thick smoke rolled, obscuring all visibility.

Natasha's territory's Treefolk were also immobilized by the intensity of the fire, forced to focus solely on extinguishing it.

For a time, the forces within the territory were suppressed and unable to restrain them.

Taking advantage of the opening, the Heishan Army shifted to support their fleeing elites, hoping to escape this grassland.

As long as the green mountains remain, firewood will never be lacking.

If they could survive today, they would surely have a chance to retaliate later!

But did they really think it would be this easy to leave?

Chen Ping's Xuan Gui Yu Shou and sharp soldiers couldn't match the Heishan Army's speed, but Lin Yifei, the divine archer, had been waiting long enough.

He planted over a dozen quivers one by one into the ground before him.

The Elves who saw this all wore expressions of shock.

The Elf Spirit Archers also bowed their heads in solemn respect.

As fellow powerful ranged specialists, they instantly recognized the opening stance of this skill.

Storm Shot!

The most violent attack skill in the bow class, capable of unleashing an explosive volume of arrows in an instant to devastate enemies.

Typically, archers mastering this skill could use five quivers at once.

A powerful spirit like him, through deep understanding of archery, could reach ten quivers.

But Lin Yifei now laid out fifteen—fifty arrows per quiver, totaling seven hundred and fifty arrows!

Lin Yifei took a deep breath, and beneath the worshipful gazes of the surrounding Elves, slowly raised his great bow.

【Storm Shot】

The strongest skill of the Storm Archer.

Fires three arrows per second; each additional arrow increases power by 1%, with no upper limit.

Over ten seconds, power increases by 5% as time and arrow count rise, stacking up to ten seconds maximum.

The Storm Archer class grants a bonus to this skill, adding +2% to stacking power.

"Blow!"

Lin Yifei roared.

The next instant, everyone saw his hands blur into shadows; all arrows in the quivers on the ground vanished.

A stream of arrow-meteors streaked across the sky, trailing colored light toward the distant enemies.

Even the Xuan Gui Yu Shou and sharp soldiers couldn't help but turn their gaze toward Lin Yifei.

Chen Wei calculated quickly: Lin Yifei fired at least ten arrows per second!

The Elf archer saw more precisely: Lin Yifei fired seventeen arrows per second.

He was stunned into silence, mouth agape.

In the Elf race, any archer capable of firing over fifteen arrows per second with Storm Shot is honored as a Divine Archer.

That is the highest honor bestowed upon archers in the Elf race.

He never imagined the man who once matched his aim was this strong.

If they had faced off back then, he would have been no match.

After perhaps ten arrows, he would have lost simply because he couldn't keep up with Lin Yifei's speed.

Yet the Elf archer hadn't realized Lin Yifei had only just reached this level recently.

When first summoned, Lin Yifei could only fire ten arrows per second…

But in this mere month within the Mistlands, his transformation and progress had exceeded even his own wildest imagination.

As the final arrow left his bow, everyone looked at Lin Yifei with reverence.

His hands now emitted the stench of burnt smoke—caused by friction from excessive speed…

And the great bow trembled, on the verge of total disintegration.

After his own ascension, his original equipment could no longer meet his demands…

The crowd parted as Chen Ping walked over to Lin Yifei.

"I'll get you a new set later."

"Heh, my lord, you might want to prepare several sets."

Lin Yifei smiled carefree; everyone in Jiu Zhou Ling understood his meaning.