Clang!
With a thunderous crash, the Golden Armored Giant's staff swept into Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan shuddered and retreated half a step. The Spirit Force around his body trembled. "Is that all you've got?" he sneered.
Bai Xiaowen could tell Meng Chuan was putting on a brave face. His Spirit Force was circulating unevenly—what a martial arts novel would call "shaken meridians." At the very least, he had suffered a minor injury.
This was a Spirit Force Manifestation: the combined strike of sixty mid-tier Elites and one Boss Tier fighter, the Thick Earth Banner's commander, directed by Bai Xiaowen, a level 14 lord. Even for Meng Chuan, a level 17 combat-type lord, it was not easy to Parry.
But taking that hit had been worth it to Meng Chuan. He had finally bought enough time for the Black Spire to take shape.
"You're finished, Lu Wang! Come forth, Dark Mummies!"
A gaunt, bald figure drifted out of the Black Spire's projected structure. Wrapped in bandages, it looked as though a gust of wind could blow it away. Then came a second, a third...
Rare Elite troops: Dark Mummies! They were level 17, each with an energy strength of 20 crystals. There were a hundred of them.
The Dark Mummies were clearly spellcasters. One raised its hand and hurled a mass of black skull-shaped energy.
Bai Xiaowen's eyes narrowed. He summoned a Zombie Hound to take the spell in place of a Thick Earth Banner Warrior.
Hiss...
With a sound like strong acid eating through flesh, the Zombie Hound's body rapidly rotted away. It became a white skeleton before it even hit the ground.
Bai Xiaowen's gaze tightened. The Zombie Hound had a level 14 Standard Template, and its defenses were hardly weak, yet a single Dark Mummy spell had killed