At the foot of the five-meter-high city wall was a layer of snow accumulated from the avalanche; upon landing, he sank into the snow, submerged up to his knees.

Pulling a leg out of the snow, he rushed toward the nearest Orc Infantry who had just crawled out of a snowdrift and slashed it in the neck.

On the wall behind him, all the defenders jumped down—Elite Infantry, ordinary infantry, County Soldiers, the Awakened, and Adventurers.

Everyone who could move jumped down.

Jim saw the people around him jumping and, taking a deep breath, followed suit.

From five meters up, his feet went numb upon impact; his knees buckled, and the snow reached his calves.

He pulled his feet out of the snow just as an Orc Infantry, covered in snow, crawled out of a drift and bent over to look for its weapon.

Jim rushed forward and plunged a dagger into the Orc's neck.

The Orc Infantry let out a muffled groan as blood spurted from the wound like a fountain; its health bar emptied instantly, and it crashed to the ground.

【Assisted in killing Lv15 Orc Infantry】

【Level Up: 5 → 8】

【Obtained Free Attribute Points: 3】

A white light flashed over Jim as a system notification popped up before his eyes.

He had no time to look; beside the Orc Infantry's corpse, a green dagger had dropped, its edge sharp and its handle wrapped in non-slip hemp rope.

Jim picked it up.

【Refined Beast Bone Dagger (Green)】

Type: Dagger

Attack Power: +20

Durability: 50/50

Jim put all three attribute points into agility and then gripped the dagger tightly, rushing toward the next Orc crawling out of the snow.

Beneath the city walls, on the snow surface piled high by the avalanche, fighting was everywhere.

The defenders charged in from outside the avalanche's reach, while the Orcs crawled out from the snowdrifts; the two sides clashed in a desperate struggle on the snow.

Blood splattered on the white snow, a shocking sight.

...

The duel between Lin Feng and the Sword Saint had lasted for nearly twenty minutes.

Both sides' physical strength had declined, but neither dared to let down their guard.

The Sword Saint's greatsword was covered in scratches left by the Wildfire Spear, and Lin Feng's leather armor also bore several marks from the sword energy.

Both their health bars were slowly decreasing; the Sword Saint had sixty percent left, while Lin Feng had seventy percent.

Soul Link proved troublesome for Lin Feng.

Four Sword Saints shared damage through the Prophet's skill; the damage caused by each attack was evenly distributed among five individuals.

The four Sword Saints plus the Prophet himself.

The damage taken by one was borne by five.

When Lin Feng struck a Sword Saint with his spear, the damage figure was 500, but the Sword Saint only actually lost 100 health, with the other 400 being split among the other three Sword Saints and the Prophet.

This mechanism greatly diminished the value of single-target burst damage; hitting one person was like hitting five.

But Lin Feng had already figured out the pattern of Soul Link during the previous combat.

The skill lasted 30 seconds with a 30-second cooldown, leaving a 30-second window of opportunity; that 30 seconds was his chance.

The Soul Link effect was still active; pale green light chains on the Sword Saint were still connected to the distant Prophet and the other Sword Saints.

Lin Feng silently counted the time while fighting: twenty seconds, fifteen seconds, ten seconds.

Suddenly, six white lines appeared on the western horizon.

They moved with startling speed, traveling from the horizon to the skies above the battlefield in just a few breaths.

Those were reinforcements from Russia: six level thirty-nine powerhouses, all male, wearing heavy white battle armor and wielding various weapons—greatswords, battle axes, spears, and staves.

The Orc powerhouses all changed expression simultaneously.

The War Lord whipped his head around, a flash of alarm and fury crossing his crimson eyes.

The Sword Saints' offensive instantly faltered.

Liu Zhenshan's voice exploded in the air like a thunderclap: "Kill!"

The human powerhouses all erupted at once.

The blue light on Ali Khan's scimitar flared brilliantly as he slashed the War Lord's shoulder armor, carving a crack deep enough to see bone.

Liu Zhenshan's greatsword swept across, the golden sword energy forcing the War Lord back a dozen meters.

The six powerhouses from Russia split into two groups of three.

One group lunged straight for the Orc Prophet, three weapons slashing simultaneously at the hunched, gray-robed figure.

The Prophet hurriedly propped ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) up a Mana Shield; Spell Deflection triggered, but the trio's attacks were too dense, causing the shield to vibrate violently and its value to plummet.

The other group pounced on the Orc War Lord; their attacks landed from three directions at once, three bursts of light exploding on the War Lord's black plate armor, and his health bar dropped a visible chunk.

At that moment, Soul Link ended!

The pale green light chains on the Sword Saints began to flicker and then snapped.

Now!

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he activated the special effect of the phantom wind swap bracelet—Graceful Phantom.

An afterimage split from where he stood, looking exactly like him, holding the Wildfire Spear, equipped in full purple gear, even with a lifelike expression on its face.

Lin Feng's true body entered the Wind Concealment state, his form completely merging into the air, ignoring any anti-stealth effects.

"Parry!" Lin Feng commanded the clone.

The clone raised the Wildfire Spear, holding it across its body in a defensive stance.

The Sword Saint's greatsword hacked down, striking the clone directly in front of him.

Clang! The clone's Wildfire Spear accurately parried the greatsword, sending sparks flying.

But at the very same moment he attacked the clone, Lin Feng's true body had silently moved thirty meters to the side of the Sword Saint.

Raising the Wildfire Spear from his invisible state, the tip pointed straight at the Sword Saint—Beacon Fire City!

A blazing Fire Meteor shot from the spear tip, thrusting in a straight line, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Trailing a long tail of fire, the Fire Meteor boomed toward the Sword Saint from the side.

The Sword Saint's peripheral vision caught the crimson glow.

His combat instinct was faster than his brain; he pulled the greatsword back from the clone's spear shaft and whipped his body around to face the direction of the incoming Fire Meteor.

His peripheral vision swept over the "Lin Feng" in front of him; the Wildfire Spear was still held across his body, but the stance was identical to before, with no intention of following up.

It's a clone! I was attacking a clone!

The moment this thought flashed through the Sword Saint's mind, he had already reacted.

He held his greatsword across his body, parrying the Fire Meteor flying in from the side with all his might.

But at the same time he parried the Fire Meteor, Lin Feng had already activated the Swap Command.

He and the clone instantly swapped positions; Lin Feng's true body appeared behind the Sword Saint, less than two meters away.

The Sword Saint's greatsword was still held in front, facing the direction of the Fire Meteor, with his back to Lin Feng.

He felt the wind pressure behind him and knew an attack was coming, but he couldn't turn back. The clone's attack shouldn't be high, he thought to himself.

Lin Feng's spear arrived, thrusting straight for the Sword Saint's heart from behind.

-501!

The Fire Meteor arrived at that moment as well!

Clang! Sparks flew; the parry was successful.

The Fire Meteor was knocked away by the greatsword, exploding into a ball of flame.

The knockback effect caused the Sword Saint's body to stagger uncontrollably to the side, and a debuff reducing parry efficiency by fifty percent for 1 second was applied to him.

He blocked it.

Lin Feng followed up with two more thrusts behind him; affected by the debuff, the Sword Saint only parried one, while the other pierced deeply into his ribs.

The spear tip pierced through the leather armor, -502!

His health bar plummeted to ten percent!

The Sword Saint let out a muffled groan, kicked off the ground, and lunged forward.

With a swing of his greatsword, his figure instantly became blurred—Wind Walk, invisibility for eight seconds, with a Stealth Strike dealing one hundred and fifty percent damage.

He wanted to use these eight seconds to escape back to his own Army Formation and wait for the Prophet's healing or the Soul Link cooldown.

His figure vanished into the air, his presence completely gone as he sped toward the west.

One hundred meters! He thought he had run a hundred meters and was safe enough.

Lin Feng did not pursue. He closed his eyes, sensing the position of that Spear Glow from earlier; it was his coordinate.

He activated the skill again.

【Within 60 seconds after the Spear Glow is fired, Lin Feng can activate the skill again to instantly charge to the current position of the Spear Glow; if an enemy was hit, he charges to the enemy's location.】

Lin Feng's form turned into a streak of fire, tearing through the air along the trajectory of the Spear Glow.

The moment the light landed, the Wildfire Spear thrust out, precisely piercing the Sword Saint's heart from behind.

-501! The health bar dropped from ten percent to zero.

The Sword Saint's eyes widened, and black blood gushed from his mouth.

Until his death, he couldn't understand how this human had found him while he was invisible.

【Killed Lv3 Orc Sword Saint.】

A purple light emerged from the Sword Saint's corpse.