Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Four jet-black energy arrows shot out from the tip of the staff—

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The four explosions occurred almost simultaneously.

A dim light exploded at the entrance of the city lord's mansion, shattering the shields in the hands of the front-line guards into countless points of light, like glass. The shockwave from the shattered shields forced the guards back several steps!

Shields are different from regular armor—they offer powerful resistance and damage reduction, similar to a mage's protective shield. They can completely negate the damage of a skill or reduce the damage to a negligible level. Generally, players wielding shields are rarely instantly killed; the shield breaks first, shatters, and then the player takes damage.

Liu Nian gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure rushing forward like a ghost, his staff held horizontally like a long stick, sweeping towards the guards at the gate of the mansion!

BOOM—!!

The guards at the gate were simultaneously swept away! Their bodies flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing into the stone wall inside the gate with a dull thud. Noticeable dents appeared in their armor; two men immediately lost consciousness, while the other two lay on the ground coughing up blood, unable to get up for a long time.

This is why the staff cannot receive attack power bonuses, otherwise all these guards would have been killed in one hit!

The city lord's expression changed.

His face, which had been relatively calm, was now filled with shock. His hand holding the scepter trembled slightly, and his gaze shifted from the guards who had been swept away to Liu Nian.

"You—you undead—may die a horrible death!" he roared hoarsely, raising his scepter. A green ripple swept from the top of the scepter, covering the fallen guards.

Emerald green light surged through the guards' bodies like a tide, their health soared, their dented armor bulged back up, and their broken bones reformed. One of the unconscious guards even suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath, as if he had just escaped death.

But Liu Nian had already stormed into the city lord's mansion.

He ignored the guards who were recovering, and he ignored the longswords swung by the two bodyguards on either side of the city lord.

Shadow Strike!

Liu Nian vanished from his spot, transforming into a blurry black shadow that left a trail of afterimages in the air. The next instant, he appeared before the city lord, less than a meter away!

The city lord's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to back away, but there was a long desk behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

As for raising his scepter to block, Liu Nian was too fast; his arm had barely been raised when Liu Nian tried.

Liu Nian used his staff like a club, activated his illusory weapon, and slammed the staff down on the target!

With a bang, the city lord's head was smashed open, and his health bar instantly dropped to zero.

The city lord's headless body stood frozen in place, the scepter slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground with a dull metallic sound. His body swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

[Defeat Level 199 Aldrick (Graystone Castle Lord)]

[Little Tuantuan's Experience Collection: ...]

He instantly killed a fully healed city lord-level BOSS, leaving many players behind him dumbfounded.

Where did this amazing person come from?

This is insane! There's this guy among the undead players?

The problem is, this guy is using his staff as a warhammer...

They had seen melee mages before, but a melee undead mage was a first for them.

The city lord's headless body froze on the spot, his scepter slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground with a dull metallic sound.

Liu Nian had already bent down and pocketed the equipment dropped by the city lord.

With the city lord dead, the morale of the guards collapsed instantly.

Those elite guards, who were just over 300 levels high, were operating like a sophisticated war machine, but now they seemed to have lost their backbone, their movements became erratic, and their formation was no longer intact.

Their healing and resurrection abilities were gone, and the buffs on them were rapidly fading.

The undead players seized the opportunity, swarmed in, and quickly wiped out the guards.

[System Notification: The Lord of Graystone Castle is dead. All defenses of Graystone Castle have been destroyed. The city has fallen.]

A bright red system notification popped up in front of every undead player participating in the siege.

The cheers of the undead players rose and fell.

"The city lord is dead! Graystone Castle is ours!"

"Finally, we took it down! I'm exhausted..."

Some were cheering, some were celebrating, and some had already begun ransacking the city lord's mansion, searching for valuables. Chaos reigned, a cacophony of noise filled the air.

However, a few players did not join in the cheering.

They stood on the steps of the mansion gate, their eyes warily fixed on Liu Nian's back.

These individuals were the backbone of this siege operation and core members of the first group of undead players to defect.

None of them knew how Liu Nian suddenly appeared.

They hadn't seen this necromancer named Azazel when they defected in the city. He seemed to have emerged from the ground, suddenly appearing on the battlefield, effortlessly killing the city lord and taking his equipment.

What is this?

Are they here to steal the credit?

The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with the same doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Azazel...do you know who he is?" a necromancer rogue asked in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously twirling a dagger.

"It seems to be someone from the Shadow Hand!" another undead warrior chimed in, his brow furrowed. "I've seen that name in the channel before; one of the core members of the Shadow Hand."

"The Hand of Shadows? Is the guild leader the Night Owl's?"

"That's right. The Night Owl who's ranked nineteenth on the combat power list."

"Why is he here? Doesn't the Shadow Hand always operate as an employee?"

"Could it be... that the Shadow Hand, like us, has chosen to side with the Pharaoh?" someone made a bold guess, their tone tinged with excitement. "If that's true, it's great news for us! The Shadow Hand is one of the newly crowned top ten guilds; with their backing, Graystone Castle is in the bag!"

"No matter what, let's ask him what he means." The undead warrior sighed, sheathed his weapon, and walked towards Liu Nian.

As the president, he was the only one who could step forward and negotiate at this time.

"My name is Mordred, the guild master of the Night Cemetery. Thank you for your help!" The undead warrior walked up to Liu Nian, extended his hand, and forced a reasonably friendly smile. "Without you, we would have been fighting for ages!"

Liu Nian didn't shake his hand; he merely gave a cold "humph" and said in Azazel's hoarse voice, "Hmph, the way you talk, it's as if you're already the masters of this city!"

The undead warrior's expression instantly turned grim.

His hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to extend it or retract it. The surrounding undead players also fell silent, their gazes darting back and forth between the two, creating a subtle and tense atmosphere.

The undead warrior withdrew his hand, sizing up Liu Nian with a hint of wariness in his eyes: "So what do you mean?"