Another World: When a Necromancer Possesses the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls

Shadow Shuttle adjusted his speed and began to maneuver and dodge. He was preparing to find an opportunity to kill the two men, who, along with Windrunner, were the easiest to escape.

His teammates behind him also saw what was happening. Wu Feng immediately activated his ultimate ability (Shadow Cloak), using the waist-high weeds to disappear from everyone's sight. He shouted to his team, "Su Muyao, pick Windranger, I'll help you take one down!"

At this moment, Li Xingyao's skeleton archers unleashed a rain of arrows on the enemy's mound, and the enemy archers who were providing support immediately retreated to avoid the attack.

Wu Feng and his team, forming a spearhead, approached the enemy, while Su Muyao marked a Windranger. After casting Shadowmeld, Wu Feng aimed directly at the Windranger's back.

Su Muyao exerted force with her feet, her speed suddenly increasing as she adjusted her direction to maintain a certain distance from her opponent. The longbow in her hand emitted a continuous series of low, resonant sounds—[Five-Star Alignment - Precision Shot]! The five armor-piercing arrows were not fired in a straight line, but rather drew five arcs, like outstretched claws, blocking all the angles from which the Windrunner could dodge using his speed, forcing him to dodge only within a certain range.

The Windrunner reacted extremely quickly, sensing the threat the instant Su Muyao's arrows left the bowstring. With a surge of energy around him, he twisted his body to the side and back with incredible flexibility, narrowly avoiding the first three deadly arrows.

However, in that delicate moment of stagnation when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, a shadow silently appeared behind him—Wu Feng had arrived! The energy of [Armor Break] instantly covered the dagger's blade, slicing through the defensive leather armor, followed by the most classic killing move [Ambush], stabbing towards his vital point in the back!

"Ugh!" Windrunner's body stiffened abruptly. The intense pain and the brief stun effect of the skill completely distorted his movements. In that moment of pause, Su Muyao's two arrows pierced his body; one tore through the air and pierced the side of his neck, while the other pierced his waist!

The light in Windranger's eyes dimmed instantly, and she let out a short, piercing scream. She collapsed to the ground like a snapped straw, her blood quickly soaking the earth beneath her.

This lightning-fast, perfect kill caused the remaining men on the mound to change their expressions drastically. While dodging the rain of arrows falling intermittently, they were filled with a mixture of shock, anger, and fear. Their original plan was to use their range advantage to continuously launch long-range attacks while their comrades engaged the enemy's main force, focusing on eliminating key targets.

They never expected the enemy's attack to come so quickly, and the continuous rain of arrows affected their support. Before the plan could be completed, they had already lost one of their men!

"Watch out for the flank! That Shadow Dancer is maneuvering! Ranger, use Entangling Arrow to restrain him!" A sharp-eyed hunter spotted the Shadow Dancer, which was silently approaching from another direction using the terrain and shadows as cover, and immediately shouted a warning.

A ranger reacted swiftly, his bowstring twanging as an arrow imbued with green natural energy shot towards the area in front of Shadow Shuttle, attempting to hinder Wu Feng's movements. The entire enemy ranged squad began to retreat hastily, trying to regain distance, while frantically adjusting their attack targets, resulting in a brief period of disarray in their formation.

In this chaotic tug-of-war, both sides were pushing their limits, desperately adjusting their distance. The pursuer wanted to stick to their opponent, leveraging the combined advantage of melee and ranged attacks;

The retreating side desperately tried to create distance and reorganize an effective counterattack. The whistling arrows, the rustling footsteps, the urgent commands, and the panting breaths intertwined to create a deathly symphony.

After a brief moment of panic, the four enemy archers displayed excellent tactical skills, almost simultaneously locking onto the rapidly approaching ranger—Lin Feng! Once this ranger, along with the elusive Shadow Dancer, got close, they would have no chance of survival.

Four bows were drawn almost simultaneously, the cold arrows gleaming in the moonlight. "Fire!" someone roared, and four arrows shot from different angles toward Lin Feng, who was running erratically, trying to find an opportunity to attack.

Lin Feng displayed the agility of a wandering swordsman to the fullest, his body swaying like a willow catkin in the wind, narrowly dodging three arrows. However, the fourth arrow, like a cruel joke of death, struck precisely at the barely perceptible gap between his two changes of direction!

"Pfft!"

The arrow successfully pierced the weak connection of his leg armor. Although the enormous kinetic energy did not completely penetrate his kinetic armor, the arrowhead had already pierced deep into the muscle and even got stuck in the leg bone!

The intense pain and sudden momentum caused Lin Feng to lose his balance in an instant, making all his subsequent dodging movements unsteady. He groaned, his entire body thrown forward by the inertia, his right foot tripping over a clump of weeds, and he completely lost control, crashing heavily to the side!

"Lin Feng!" Wu Feng's angry roar rang out in the channel, but he was blocked by several attacks fired by the Windrunner he was chasing, and he was unable to come to the rescue in time.

Just as Lin Feng fell to the ground and struggled to get up, a fierce and resolute glint flashed in the eyes of the remaining Windrunner.

He completely ignored the threat of Wu Feng rapidly approaching, forcibly steadied himself, drew the bow to its fullest extent, and the air around him frantically converged and compressed towards the arrow tip, emitting a heart-palpitating energy fluctuation—[Gathering Wind Strike]! This was a deadly arrow infused with spirit and stellar energy, its speed and power far exceeding the ordinary!

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

The arrow transformed into a pale blue, deadly streak, piercing through Lin Feng's helmet visor with pinpoint accuracy the instant he looked up, penetrating deep into his brain! Lin Feng's body jolted violently, then he was pulled backward, falling silent once more.

The Windrunner paid the ultimate price for this desperate attack. His brief moment of stunned silence after firing was enough for the enraged Wu Feng. Wu Feng's eyes turned bloodshot. He activated Shadow Step, appearing behind the Windrunner as if by teleportation. His dagger, whistling through the air and gleaming with the eerie light of Armor Piercing, slashed a cold, deadly arc—Throat Slit!

A blinding spurt of blood erupted from Windrunner's neck, slicing it almost in half. He futilely clutched the wound, letting out a hissing sound, before collapsing heavily to the ground.

When Wu Feng's dagger silently slit the throat of the last enemy, the entire battlefield fell silent. Only the heavy, bellows-like breathing, the faint sound of blood dripping from wounds and weapons onto the grass, and the occasional "crack" of undead bones rubbing together could be heard.

A strong stench of blood permeated the cold morning air.

Li Xingyao's face was ashen, and he staggered, leaning against a Tyrant zombie to steady himself. The intense, continuous battle had completely drained his mental energy. Although his star energy was still plentiful, his brain felt as if it were being pierced repeatedly by thousands of needles.

He looked around; the scene was one of utter devastation, with shattered armor and weapons mingled together, creating a hellish spectacle.

Lin Wei took a deep breath to calm herself down. She walked to Zhang Xin's body, slowly squatted down, and gently closed his wide-open eyes. On the other side, Wang Yisong's massive body lay supine, a broken flaming longsword embedded in his chest—the last act of the fire warrior's counterattack. Wang Yisong had blocked the attack to create an opportunity for Lin Jin, and the edge of his massive tower shield had shattered.

Lin Jin was kneeling beside him, head bowed, fists clenched tightly, silently watching his teammate's gradually cooling corpse.

"Clean up the battlefield and collect our teammates' bodies." Lin Wei's voice was hoarse and weary. "Hurry up, we must get to the outpost before dawn."

The crowd moved in silence, the atmosphere heavy as solidified liquid, sadness and exhaustion etched on everyone's faces.

Li Xingyao, suppressing his headache and nausea, walked to the corpse of a recently deceased enemy soldier and examined his face. The Myriad Soul Banner trembled slightly in his mind, drawing the enemy's soul into the banner.

He had already collected all of these people's souls. A large number of chaotic fragments of memories flooded into his mind. He didn't have time to sort them out in detail for the time being, so he could only suppress and seal them aside until it was safe to deal with them later.

Through these fragmented and chaotic pieces of information, he roughly confirmed two things: First, these three teams were indeed the same group that had tried to divert attention that morning. After they fled, they did not go far. After discovering that Li Xingyao and his group had held off the wolf pack, they planned to ambush and eliminate them when they returned. Second, they had no other support, so they did not need to worry about being attacked again.

This gave Li Xingyao a slight sense of relief, but his intuition told him that things weren't that simple, and the sense of crisis lingering deep within him hadn't completely subsided. There must be other important information hidden within these fragments of memory that he hadn't yet discovered.

"Xingyao," Lin Wei's voice interrupted his thoughts. She seemed to have recovered somewhat. "Zhang Xin and Wang Yisong's remains... please use your Tyrant to transport them. We have to go."

Li Xingyao nodded, suppressing his doubts, and directed four relatively intact Tyrant zombies to carefully carry the hastily wrapped bodies of their teammates. Although the zombies' movements were slightly stiff, they were unusually steady.

The team regrouped.

Lei Lie, Mu Chenbin, and Lin Jin supported each other; all three were seriously injured. Lei Lie's left arm was almost useless. Wu Feng's left leg had been struck by an arrow, and blood was still seeping out after a simple bandage. Ying Suo's thigh had been deeply grazed by an arrow, the muscle exposed.

Su Muyao was pale and breathing rapidly; the continuous high-intensity, precise shooting and bursts of speed had taken a heavy toll on her. Lin Wei and Li Xingyao were even more exhausted, their mental energy nearly depleted, and their faces were grim.

Eight people, carrying the remains of four companions, silently trudged toward the distant outpost, guarded by more than a hundred skeleton spearmen and several tyrant zombies.

The cool moonlight was gradually replaced by the dawn, and the light of the sky gradually spread across the grassland.

This small team, scarred and weary, exuded a profound sadness and exhaustion. Every step they took was incredibly heavy, as if they were dragging a thousand-pound burden.