pertwk Chapter 369 Have we made it out?
Chapter 369 Have we made it out?
Lin Fan stared with great interest at King Nabataeus's empty eyes, from which soul fire was overflowing.
quickly,
The battle ended in a near-total one-sided rout.
But soon, Lin Fan discovered another strange thing.
That is, the black smoke that followed the disappearance of those shadows did not all dissipate into the air.
Part of it even entered the body of King Nabataean.
After observing it carefully for a while, he realized that he had not misjudged it; part of the black smoke had indeed entered its body.
This discovery immediately surprised him.
After the battle, King Nabataeus returned to Lin Fan and bowed slightly to him...
Before the other party could speak, Lin Fan asked first:
"Can you absorb that black smoke?"
"Black smoke?"
King Nabataeus turned his head in confusion to look at the wisps of black smoke drifting around him, his tone somewhat bewildered.
"I'm not sure, I can only sense that I've grown a bit..."
"..."
Lin Fan was speechless upon hearing this answer.
Since the other party couldn't explain it clearly, he didn't bother to ask any further and immediately changed the subject, asking:
"How long will it take for those wounded undead warriors to recover?"
"If there's enough energy, I can be reborn within three to five months..."
What a great workforce!
In other words, these undead creatures have no physical form; otherwise, Lin Fan would have considered using them as laborers 24/7, 365 days a year.
However, this idea only flashed through his mind for a moment.
Since those undead can be resurrected, he has nothing to worry about.
He immediately looked up into the darkness ahead.
At the current pace of progress, he estimated that he would reach the core area in another twenty or thirty minutes...
"Speed up."
"Ignore the flanks, charge forward with all your might."
King Nabataean: "This will increase the danger to you..."
"I know. But dragging it out will only make things more complicated."
King Nabataeus said no more and turned around to redeploy his forces.
The shield bearers all converged in front, forming a moving wall.
The spearmen followed closely behind, while the archers moved to defend the flanks.
"Proceed!"
At its command, the entire army began to move at an accelerated pace.
At the same time, shadowy figures surged in from all directions.
The shield bearers in the front line withstood the impact, while the spearmen behind them unleashed a barrage of attacks.
The archers on both flanks kept firing arrows, each one hitting its mark precisely.
Although the undead legion's attacks were extremely fierce, the shadowy figures were equally fearless, charging forward like a tidal wave.
In just a short distance, several more undead creatures returned to Nabatay's eyes.
Despite the ongoing losses, progress has not stopped.
Lin Fan followed the rhythm of the legion and walked briskly forward.
"Hurry up and catch up!" he urged, turning back to look at him.
Domingo pulled one of the exhausted believers along, their steps faltering but they persevered.
The young man ran at the very back, glancing back every now and then, afraid that a dark figure might catch up with him.
"Don't fucking look back! Just run!" Lin Fan cursed.
The young man shuddered in fright and quickened his pace.
After the entire group had traveled about four or five hundred meters, the number of dark figures appearing around them suddenly decreased.
Noticing this, Lin Fan looked at King Nabataeus, who was not far from him.
"Have the surrounding shadows decreased?"
King Nabataean sensed his surroundings: "Yes, and there's a low-density area of darkness ahead..."
"The darker, lower area? The center?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan couldn't help but speculate.
However, his train of thought was quickly interrupted.
As they approached, a dense mass of dark shadows emerged from the woods not far from them, blocking their path.
Looking around, the number is definitely no less than several hundred.
They were densely packed in front of us, like a black wall.
"Is this to prevent us from getting closer?"
Lin Fan gritted his teeth.
On the contrary, King Nabataean, who was not far from him, gripped his scimitar tightly:
"My king, I will lead my men to open a breach for you; you lead your men to charge through."
Lin Fan glanced at him: "Can you do it?"
However, the Nabataean king did not answer him, but instead turned directly to face the black wall.
He raised his scimitar, and the greyish-white light emanating from his body began to shine brightly.
"The entire army!"
His hoarse voice echoed across the battlefield.
All the surviving undead soldiers stopped in their tracks and looked at their king.
"Charge with me!"
The words fell.
Countless wandering undead soldiers let out a roar that did not belong to the living.
Then, the entire army formation transformed into a sharp arrowhead, with King Nabatae at its tip, charging towards the black wall.
In the blink of an eye, King Nabataean was the first to crash into the group of shadows.
His scimitar drew a gray-white arc in the darkness, and with a single sweep, two dark figures shattered on the spot.
The undead soldiers that followed surged in like a tide, colliding with the shadowy group.
The battlefield was thrown into chaos.
The grayish-white light intertwined with pure black, and the shrieking, cracking, and metallic clanging sounds blended together.
"Walk!"
Seeing this, Lin Fan did not hesitate to call Domingo and the others to rush forward.
No one dared to stop and ran after them for their lives.
They rushed through the gap torn open by the undead army.
On both sides were undead and shadowy figures engaged in fierce combat, but not a single shadowy figure could break through the undead's blockade and reach them.
Pass through the black wall.
The darkness ahead did indeed begin to fade.
Lin Fan kept running, dragging Domingo along with him.
One hundred meters.
Eighty meters.
Fifty meters.
The light grew brighter and brighter in the darkness.
Twenty meters.
ten meters.
A ray of warm sunlight pierced through the edge of darkness and shone on his face.
Lin Fan dashed out of the dark area and stepped onto the normal muddy ground.
The glaring sunlight made him squint instinctively.
Domingo then fell out and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
The other four rushed out one after another, and all of them collapsed to the ground.
Lin Fan stood still, turned around and looked at the darkness behind him.
King Nabataean is still inside.
He closed his eyes, but the mental connection remained.
I briefly assessed the situation inside.
King Nabataean was gathering his remaining troops and slowly retreating.
The shadowy figure's offensive was weakening, seemingly unwilling to pursue them to the edge of darkness.
A few minutes later.
A gray-white figure emerged from the darkness.
It was King Nabataean who led the remaining forces out of the darkness.
Lin Fan glanced around and saw that the number of undead soldiers had decreased significantly. However, he didn't say anything and simply opened the passage.
Upon seeing this, King Nabatae bowed slightly to him before leading his men into the passage and returning to the spiritual world of the Great Wu.
Once all the spirits had disappeared, Lin Fan couldn't help but rub his temples.
Although all of this relied on the spirit of the Great Crow, his own mental energy was also greatly depleted.
Although it wasn't exactly a splitting headache, it was still extremely uncomfortable.
"Young Master Lin..."
Just then, Domingo's hoarse voice came from behind.
"We...we've gotten out?"
We were clearly heading towards the center, so how come...?