Bai Xiaowen chose the cautious approach.
On the Black Tide Plane, a level 6 Divine-Blooded Creature and Grand Overlord had nearly crushed the continental alliance.
Granted, it had been empowered by the Grand Overlord's descended spirit, but the strength of a Divine-Blooded Creature still left a lasting impression.
There was no quest to trigger right now, either. Bai Xiaowen had no intention of charging in first. He wasn't the hero of some hot-blooded shonen manga.
The safest play was to let Zuo Ci test the limits of this level 8 Divine-Blooded Creature, Nargol.
As the army of undead creatures charged toward them, Zuo Ci swept his wide sleeve.
A stretch of swamp suddenly appeared ahead. The four Death Knights leading the charge sank into the mud in the blink of an eye, horses and all.
Legion Charge might have made them immune to control effects, but sinking bodily into a swamp was no different from charging into a wall. They were forced to stop.
The mud also seemed fiercely adhesive. Neither the Death Knights nor the Terror Knights could break free.
Ge Xuan brought his palms together. A ring of hazy light spread out, surrounding Zuo Ci, Bai Xiaowen, and himself.
The Bone Archers' arrows and the Bone Warlocks' Lightning Strikes hit the faint glow, raising only ripples.
Ge Xuan kept his palms pressed together. Bai Xiaowen could sense streams of Origin Force flowing from him into the hazy light.
The light was clearly a shield. Ge Xuan's Origin Force, much like Qiao Rui's internal energy, could be poured into it continuously to replenish its strength against incoming attacks.
Zuo Ci flicked two Spell Talismans into the air. They became streaks of yellow light and landed on the ground.
The talismans fell into the swamp and seemed to absorb the