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Dracula, Kel'Thuzad, and Anro!
Good heavens! It turns out the very things I thought of, these old bastards also thought of!
Now they've even started to see the Divine Shrine Priest as a soft target, preparing to rush forward and completely dominate him…
But this is also quite normal.
Who, when faced with the temptation of control over the undead legion, could possibly curb their greed?
Especially since Priest Jinnai is someone that "that person" specifically requested, making him a prize already…
And the halo of the undead legion only makes him even more desirable.
"Little brat, where do you think you're going!"
Driven by these extreme benefits, the three of them charged forward faster than each other, as if racing to their own demise, unleashing their magical attacks like a barrage of relentless bullets.
Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash, splash!
In mere moments, Jinnai was drowned in this boundless rain of spells.
But, unfortunately…
Boom!
With another sound, just like when Musaro had charged into the silver barrier before, the three of them had barely crossed that boundary when they were once again repelled by that mysterious and powerful force…
This defense? Quite formidable!
Jinnai's move clearly stunned these three alien heroes, leaving them unsure whether to continue their bombardment.
After all, the spells they had bounced back were returned by Jinnai exactly as they were, requiring extra effort to deal with…
If they were to be bounced back again, wouldn't they just be feeding Jinnai?
But in the blink of an eye, while the three of them stood dumbfounded, Musaro's figure flashed out once more, his blade cleaving towards Jinnai, re-entering the silver barrier.
But the result…
Boom!
This sound was enough to explain everything…
Glancing at Musaro, who had once again been repelled, Anro, Dracula, and Kel'Thuzad exchanged glances, seeing determination and resolve in each other's eyes.
The arrow was nocked, there was no turning back… Attack him! Charge!
And so, after Musaro flew far away, they regrouped, brandishing their weapons and spells, and stepped into the silver barrier.
It must be said, the timing they chose seemed quite opportune.
This was precisely at the moment when Musaro had just been knocked back and Jinnai had not yet fully recovered his strength.
At this point, Jinnai should have been in his weakest state, absolutely perfect for a charge!
Boom!
Alas, imagination is one thing, and actual execution is quite another.
Jinnai, who had just repelled Musaro and shouldn't have been able to spare a hand, once again unleashed his irresistible power, shaking them all back.
???
This time, Anro and the others were truly stunned.
What was going on… Was this silver barrier not being controlled by Jinnai at all?
Had the mysterious being who lent him power possessed him?
Otherwise, how could one explain Jinnai's ability to continuously release such powerful special skills without any recovery or cooldown?
The four alien heroes, having been repeatedly toyed with countless times, each panted heavily, their murderous gazes fixed on Jinnai.
Jinnai, finally having his moment of true triumph, began to laugh arrogantly:
"Stunned, aren't you? Do you even know what absolute defense is!"
"An attack of your caliber is simply beneath my notice!"
"You stuff a green onion up your nose and dare to pretend to be garlic? You're so naive it's not normal!"
"Come on, charge at me… I want to see whose head is harder, yours or my shield!"
Anro's gaze at Jinnai was icy cold:
"How is this possible… What kind of existence is assisting your defense?"
"Even if he was a peak tenth-tier expert in life, his strength would greatly diminish after death…"
"How can he be like this now, showing no signs of weakening?"
Jinnai, of course, was not foolish enough to openly explain his trump card to the four of them. Instead, he arrogantly brandished his fist:
"With your extremely foolish pig brains, how could you possibly understand my master's might?"
"His defensive domain is inherently invincible…"
"Even in death, it is enough to protect me for a lifetime."
"For insignificant insects like you, who can't even be considered human, isn't it only natural that you'd be crushed?"
Jinnai's unceremonious attitude naturally enraged the four of them once more.
However, facing this terrifying suppression that seemed to be able to parry everything, they also felt somewhat constrained.
Especially since Jinnai had now divided his thirteen legion commanders into five small teams.
Aside from the last legion commander who remained by his side, the other legion commanders, in groups of three, were engaging the four of them.
Now, having to withstand the pressure from the legion commanders, it was even more difficult to force their way through.
Meanwhile, on the main battlefield, the situation was also not optimistic.
After all, Jinnai's undead legion could revive infinitely, giving them a significant natural advantage in their battles.
Although the elite troops of the four alien allied forces likely outnumbered these undead legion soldiers by hundreds or thousands to one,
Even with the current attacking force numbering several dozen times more,
Facing the undead legion arrayed in a formation like a surrounding galaxy, only about one hundred thousand of them could truly be effective and strike the enemy.
And now, the impression given by the undead legion was infinite revival, while Jinnai was infinite parry…
Their tireless efforts appeared so despairing.
Just as their morale was about to plummet to an extreme low, Anro was the first to shout loudly:
"Don't panic, everyone calm down and respond!"
"Everything in the world follows the law of conservation of energy!"
"This applies to the enemy's revival and parries as well!"
"Therefore, we only need to continuously expand our gains to wear them down step by step!"
"Have you forgotten the rewards I promised you at the beginning?"
"From now on, those who hold the line and perform exceptionally will have their rewards doubled!"
"Those who achieve high-quality results will have their rewards multiplied tenfold!"