The dead bandits.
Suffused with demonic energy, they rose again before their corpses could disappear, becoming part of the Demon Calamity and turning their blades on their former comrades.
When Qin Shujian arrived with his men.
That was precisely the scene he witnessed.
Nearly half the bandits originally stationed at the border had already been lost.
The remaining bandits were also in dire straits under the Demon Calamity's relentless assault.
A spear pierced flesh!
Saber light erupted!
A skull fell to the ground. As though stripped of its soul, the Skeleton Knight riding the skeletal horse crashed heavily to the ground along with its mount.
Zhao Shanlin's expression was savage. He grabbed the bone spear lodged in his shoulder and wrenched it out, sending a spray of blood into the air.
He had slain a Skeleton Knight.
But he had paid a heavy price.
Just then.
He sensed movement behind him. When he looked back, he caught sight of Qin Shujian, and delight immediately filled his pale face. He shouted fiercely, "The Stronghold Chief has come to reinforce us! Kill every last one of these damned things!"
As he spoke.
He took several steps back.
He had no choice.
He had suffered serious injuries fighting that Skeleton Knight to the death.
"Kill!"
Qin Shujian gazed at the endless stream of Undead Skeletons and Skeleton Knights pouring out of the Undying Plains, his eyes turning cold.
Bandits killed by the Demon Calamity.
Were entirely different from bandits killed by players.
Those killed by players could still revive.
But those killed by the Demon Calamity were truly dead. These were real, irreversible losses.
Upon receiving the order.
Zheng Fang and the others immediately joined the battle, their faces filled with murderous intent.
Qin Shujian stepped forward. As though responding to some stimulus,