Sure enough, under White Turtledove's sudden assault, the archers had barely finished firing their first volley before nearly half of them fell. White Turtledove had not even brought out his true strength yet. He drew a deep breath, ready to launch another attack and slaughter all the archers before taking out the goblin who was clearly their commander.
Yet the goblin wore a mocking smile. In a low voice, he said, "Foolish outsiders, your arrival will bring my master a wonderful feast."
Without chanting a spell, he lightly waved his hands. Hundreds of bone spears formed out of thin air, then descended upon Li and the mercenaries with savage force.
Li's face turned livid. He had initially thought this person was at least an Archmage, but it seemed he had still underestimated him. Judging by the power of those bone spears, each was at least a third-tier spell. And hundreds of bone spears meant at least a seventh-tier spell—perhaps even that was an underestimate...
And this guy had cast it without chanting. He had to be a mage above level seventeen!
As the bone spears fell, Uther immediately let out a roar. A barrier of holy light appeared before everyone, but it was clearly no match for the sheer number of bone spears. After canceling out only a few dozen, the holy light barrier shattered with a boom. Still, in Li's eyes, Uther's ability to negate dozens of bone spears already counted as considerable strength.
After that, the remaining bone spears rained down upon the mercenaries. How could these mercenaries possibly withstand them? The shields in their hands were little better than paper, while their defensive spells shattered without accomplishing much. After that barrage of bone spears, very few people remained standing.
Fortunately, most of them had suffered only minor