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He stood at the edge of the tower, his spear sweeping, thrusting, and retracting, each attack precisely hitting the vital points of the ghosts, and almost none of them could withstand a second blow from his spear.

In Su Mu's view, this was just a continuation of the action of cleaning up along the way when he escaped. But in the eyes of those onlookers, the ghosts that struggled, roared and tried to get closer to the base of the tower fell down in front of him as if they were not scary things, but just living targets that kept surging over and being swept away by him.

Kill notifications kept ringing in his ears, and his experience bar was steadily rising... From more than halfway to level 12, to 55%, 60%, and 65%, each jump brought him closer to the next level up.

"How many did he kill?"

"He just started accepting the guild quest for 100 enemies ten minutes ago, and now..."

"It's done. Look at the quest notification in the guild chat; group teleportation is now unlocked."

"...We're both alive, so why is there such a huge difference?"

Just as the discussions continued, a new system notification suddenly rang in Su Mu's ears.

[Guild Quest 1 complete. Guild feature unlocked: Mass Teleportation... Within this instance, guild members can be summoned to teleport near the guild leader.]

[Guild Quest 2 is now available: The guild must kill a total of 100 Corpse Ghosts. These ghosts only appear at night when attacking defensive towers. Completing this quest unlocks the following privilege: Summon... The guild leader can summon guild members to their location when out of combat. This is only usable within the Ash City dungeon.]

Su Mu paused slightly when he read "Used only in the Ash City instance" during his sweeping spear attack, but only for less than half a second, before resuming his reaping.

Defense towers, rotting corpses, monsters and ghosts in a chaotic battle... This information flashed through his mind, but he did not stop his attack.

The ghosts surged forward, and the dark purple tide once again covered the edges of the tower's light, before being suppressed again by the alternating attacks of the arrayed monsters and the tower itself.

Amidst the layers upon layers of ghostly creatures, Su Mu's spear continued to thrust out, retract, and thrust out again steadily, as if it would never tire.

The ghosts that shattered under his gun turned into dark purple specks of light and dissipated into the air, while his experience bar slowly and steadily climbed up with each kill.

The words were spoken softly, but in the quiet channel, they created ripples like a pebble dropped into water.

"Three straight routes... converge at one point... the tower will actively attack any approaching enemies..."

"Isn't this just like a defense turret in a game? Like in League of Legends?"

"Honor of Kings also has this design. There are three lanes: top, middle, and bottom, each with a tower. The game ends when you push down the high ground."

"Look at the markings on the map! The three routes lead in three different directions, and they all converge in that white area! That's the spring!"

"Can that spring water restore health?"

"Stop joking... This is just a defense mechanism setting, it's not a real game."

"But it's so similar! Even the tower's attack intervals are just like the rhythm in the game!"

Discussions filled the channel. Some people started looking up the previously recorded tower attack frequencies, some marked the exact paths of the three routes on the map, and others tried to verify whether the white area really had a "fountain"-like healing function.

But those speculations were quickly overshadowed by a layer of reality...

Even if the setting is very similar, it won't change the current situation.

They still had to face the surging ghosts, only this battlefield just happened to be covered by a similar shell.

After waiting for about ten minutes, things took a turn for the better.

Those professionals who had previously descended from the sky in the Ash City defenses are now lining up and heading from the depths of the regular area.

Instead of rushing towards the base of the towers in a scattered manner like the survivors, they split into dozens of small teams and advanced simultaneously along three routes, forming neat cutting lines in the open spaces between the towers.

The front row consisted of heavily armored warriors wielding large shields, the middle row of offensive warriors carrying swords and spears, and the back row of spellcasters holding staffs. Each squad maintained the same spacing and pace, as if they had been copied and pasted together.

Once they entered the battlefield, they immediately began to cut the horde of ghosts... not by charging head-on, but by slicing the chaotic horde into smaller pieces, like cutting tofu with a knife.

Then the members of each squad locked onto the area in front of them, shields held up, swords thrust in, staffs unleashed, their coordination as smooth as a machine that had been running for years.

As the professionals divided the battlefield, the survivors, who had been stuck on the edge of safety, finally found a gap to intervene.

The low-level, scattered, and pushed-to-the-edge ghosts began to appear on the outskirts of the battlefield. The survivors immediately rushed forward, surrounding one, finishing it off, and then searching for the next one.

Although each battle still carries the risk of being caught in the crossfire, at least they are now able to reach those ghosts.

The battle lasted for about half an hour.

After three rounds of repeated attacks, the number of ghosts surging towards the defensive tower finally began to decrease significantly. The last wave of dark purple tide was evaporated by the tower's light, and for the first time, a gap appeared on the entire battlefield.

Scattered on the ground were fragmented dark purple remains and the corpses left by the monster, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning.

The monsters on the defensive line remained crouched around the base of the tower, no longer advancing, and the tower's light returned to a stable state.

All the survivors are waiting.

But after waiting for almost ten minutes, nothing came.

There was no fourth wave of ghosts, no subsequent attacks, only dust swirling in the wind and occasional pebbles rolling by.