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As the shield wall pressed closer, "thorn bone spikes," pitch-black as ink and reeking of putrid decay, suddenly erupted from the armor of the front-row Dark Nether guards. Like hundreds and thousands of poisoned steel needles, they slammed hard into the dark silver shields, making a teeth-grating scraping sound as sparks splashed up, mingled with "mucus" that corroded the protective Soul Power on the shields' surfaces.
From the rear ranks, black figures shrouded in black fog hurled "corrupt blood javelins" wreathed in ink green ghostfire. They streaked through the air with piercing shrieks, and once they struck a gap in a knight's armor or hit a warhorse, the poisonous flames that burst open instantly burned flesh and blood madly. Even metal was eaten into pitted holes. Infected knights screamed as they collapsed and rolled on the ground, their skin swiftly blackening and rotting.
The battle in the air was just as brutal.
The knights' Flying God Guard detachment held the advantage in numbers. They wore light yet sturdy scale armor, and beneath the sunlight they were like a flock of silver eagles sweeping across the battlefield.
The high-speed Battle Qi fired from the "wind-breaking spears" in their hands was like a dazzling rain of streaming light.
Yet the Black Nether Legion's aerial cavalry, riding bone winged vultures or shadow bats wreathed in wandering souls, were like swarms of bat demons that had crawled out of the abyss of hell.
Though fewer in number, they were far more eerie and troublesome.
Clouds of "corrosive poisonous black smoke," condensed almost into substance and giving off a foul stench, were spat out, polluting vast stretches of airspace. Warhorses and knights who inhaled it coughed in agony, their vision going black.
Piercing "soul shrieks" swept over them without warning,