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

Liu Nian reached out and pushed the door open; the door slid open heavily to both sides with a muffled thud.

The space behind the door was just as I remembered, with an arched dome overhead and walls covered in incomprehensible runes. Three white bone obelisks stood in the center of the space in a triangle, each over ten meters tall, with dark purple energy patterns wrapped around their surfaces.

At the center of the obelisk is a constantly rotating sphere resembling a black hole, which is the portal to the world of the dead.

But to his surprise, the Death Sphere was gone.

I don't know if the launching device was dismantled by someone, or if something else happened here.

But that has nothing to do with him. Anyway, the Deathly Silence Orb is gone, which saves him some trouble.

Just then, the portal suddenly lit up, and something was surging in from the other side.

Liu Nian narrowed his eyes, stopped moving, and immediately entered a state of advanced stealth.

Then a large group of people surged out, leading the charge were several paladins radiating holy light, around level 400, their armor corroded and pitted, their health bars reduced to half. Behind them followed a group of mages, rangers, and priests, all covered in dust and dirt, looking as if they had just fled a battlefield.

"Quick! Hurry up, melee fighters, form ranks with me and prepare to defend against the enemy's pursuit!" The leading paladin shouted back, his voice echoing through the space.

As soon as he finished speaking, several knights emerged from the portal to cover the rear.

Liu Nian stood in the corner, silently watching the group of people.

He counted over thirty players, ranging in level from 400 to 600, with classes mainly consisting of Paladins, Priests, and Light Rangers—all players belonging to the Light faction.

Their gear wasn't top-tier, but it wasn't bad either; they were clearly a raiding team from a mid-sized guild. They bore the marks of battle—claw marks on their armor, chips on their weapons, and bloodstains on several of their faces.

"Boss, the undead haven't caught up, have they?"

The player hadn't finished speaking.

The portal lit up again.

The ripples on the facade surged violently, like boiling water, and then a dark figure rushed out from inside the door.

It was a level 650 undead knight, covered in jet-black bone armor, riding a nightmare warhorse also covered in bone armor.

He gripped a massive bone spear in his hand, pointed it at the players, and roared:

"Trying to run? Did you ask me first?" The newcomer was also a player named Cui Ma.

"McGren! Attack him together and kill him!" the paladin leader shouted, and began to hurl holy light at the enemy's head.

The paladins immediately raised their shields, the priests began chanting, and the rangers of light drew their bows.

However, their condition was too poor, and the newcomers were of a much higher level than them.

The undead knight Trema ignored the holy light falling on his head, and his nightmare warhorse's four hooves pounded the stone slabs, splashing a string of sparks.

With a sweeping motion of the bone spear, a paladin who charged forward was sent flying, shield and all, his health bar instantly reduced to zero.

"Stop it!" the leading paladin roared, raising his two-handed sword and charging forward.

His level is 620, not much different from Trema's, but the difference in their stats is too great.

As soon as they started fighting, Cui Ma unleashed a powerful attack that nearly killed him instantly, scaring him into quickly casting an invincibility spell on himself.

"Retreat! Retreat now!" he roared, his voice trembling. "Don't worry about me, I'll use my invincibility to hold him off, you guys run!"

At this moment, the portal began to light up, and one after another, dark figures poured out from it.

There is more than one undead knight.

Several more emerged after them, ranging in level from 600 to 700. Their numbers increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, seventeen or eighteen appeared, along with many undead priests and necromancers.

The leading paladin's face turned ashen.

They are unlikely to escape; the enemy is holding them too tight, and they haven't been able to break free from the battle or return to the city.

The necromancer lightly waved his staff, blocking the entrance passage with countless white bone barriers, and also trapping Liu Nian inside.

Liu Nian leaned against the corner of the wall, arms crossed, watching the scene with a blank expression.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess. He came to the Land of the Dead to kill people, not to be some kind of savior.

But then he thought about it again. He was completely clueless about that side. These players from the Light faction might be a bit weak, but they should at least know some information about that side.

Thinking of this, Liu Nian lost all interest in watching the show and shouted, "Cunning villains, justice will prevail!"

Then he appeared!

Liu Nian's voice was exceptionally clear in the enclosed space.

Everyone turned to look at the spot where he had spoken.

Suddenly, a figure radiating blinding holy light emerged, with two pairs of steel wings unfurling behind him, resembling a war god.

The sudden appearance of the level 800 Apocalypse Knight stunned everyone.

The paladin leading the Light faction paused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"A master! A true master!"

"We're saved!"

"Hold on, guys! The boss is here!"

The thirty-odd players from the Light faction were like they'd been injected with adrenaline; their previously low morale surged instantly.

They didn't know who this level 800 Apocalypse Knight was, nor did they know how he suddenly appeared. All they knew was that this big shot was from the Light faction, an ally, and that was enough! A level 800 could deal with these undead knights like it was nothing.

The undead also realized that something was wrong.

The level 650 undead knight leading the group raised his bone spear and pointed it at Liu Nian.

"you--"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Nian had already moved.

No one could see his movements clearly. He suddenly appeared in front of the undead knight, raised his hand, and punched the nightmare warhorse in the head.

boom--!!!

The Nightmare Warhorse's head exploded, scattering demonic flames, blood, and bone fragments everywhere!

The undead knight fell off its horse, and before it even hit the ground, Liu Nian's second punch landed squarely on its chest.

Boom! !

The undead knight's body froze in mid-air for a moment, then exploded as if something had detonated it from the inside! Bone fragments flew everywhere like shrapnel!

Liu Nian shook the black blood off his hands, his face expressionless.

The remaining undead knights exchanged glances, then simultaneously raised their bone spears.

Their knight squad consists of seven people, ranging in level from 600 to 700. With seven against one, and with the help of mages, warlocks, and shadow priests, they might not be without a chance of winning!

Liu Nian remained expressionless, casually took out a weapon, activated the illusory weapon, and with a single swing, the figure of an ice dragon roared out, instantly annihilating the entire area!

The dragon roared, making the room tremble.

After the ice dragon disappeared, no new undead emerged.

The players from the Light faction stood frozen in place, as if they had been put on a spell, their mouths slightly agape and their eyes wide open like saucers.

That's incredibly powerful!

How could you wipe out so many undead players with just one move?

Keep in mind that the opponent's highest level is already over 700! They're only less than 100 levels away.

As levels increase, the difference in combat power is not as catastrophic as the difference between levels 100 and 200, as long as it does not exceed 100 levels.

Therefore, the power of this level 800 expert is truly unbelievable!