I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Cursed land, tainted with decay.

This place was once a lush forest, but now the earth has been corrupted by fel energy into a dark purple, and the air is filled with a nauseating stench of sulfur and decay.

A massive green spatial rift floated in mid-air, like an ugly scar on the sky, from which a continuous stream of demons poured out.

Immovable as a mountain and his Mythical Second Regiment were stationed less than a kilometer in front of this crevice.

They relied on a natural canyon terrain to build what appeared to be a solid defensive line.

"All shield warriors, stand at the front! Paladins, activate your auras, keep it up! Healers, manage your mana carefully, prioritize keeping the main tank's health up!"

His immovable, booming voice echoed through the battle lines, and he himself stood like an iron tower in the very center of the defensive line, his giant shield firmly planted in the ground.

Behind him were more than twenty core members of the Second Regiment, each with a solemn expression and ready for battle.

"Brother Shan, they're here!" A thief in charge of reconnaissance rushed back from the front, his face pale.

Without him saying it, everyone had already seen it.

On the horizon, a green tide was sweeping towards them.

Those were hundreds of demons!

Leading the charge were monsters called hellhounds, which were agile, had exposed fangs, and were engulfed in green flames.

Behind them were even larger Abyss Guardians wielding giant axes.

"roar!"

The roars of the demon army merged together, making one's eardrums ache.

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on!" the immovable man roared, his voice hoarse from the exertion. "Remember the chairman's orders! Our mission is to delay, not to fight to the death!"

He took a deep breath and raised his shield.

"Prepare for engagement!"

boom!

The first wave of hellhounds, like a green tide, crashed heavily against the second regiment's shield wall.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dull thuds of impact continued.

-879!

-954!

-1021!

A series of damage numbers floated up above the shield warrior at the very front.

"Holy crap! How can the damage be so high!" a shield warrior exclaimed in surprise. His health had dropped by almost half in an instant after just one scratch from the hellhound.

"Don't panic! This is a level advantage!" the immovable mountain roared. "Healers! Fully heal! Don't hold back your skills!"

The priests in the back row frantically began chanting healing spells, and beams of holy light fell on the tanks in the front row, barely managing to bring their health back up.

"Damage output! Focus fire! Take down these dogs first!"

The mages and archers began to unleash their firepower.

However, something even more despairing happened.

-121!

-98!

-155 (Critical Hit)!

One after another, horrific damage numbers appeared above the heads of those hellhounds.

"How is this possible? My fireball only dealt less than a hundred points of damage?" A mage looked at his hands in disbelief.

"My arrows can't even pierce their skin!"

Panic spread through the ranks like a plague.

"Shut up, all of you!" The Unmoving Mountain roared again. He was under the most pressure, having taken the direct hits of at least three hellhounds. His health points fluctuated wildly like a rollercoaster. "This is level suppression!"

"Forget your previous output data! Now, we're a bunch of gua sha masters! But even if we're gua sha, we're going to gua sha them to death!"

His roar acted like a shot of adrenaline, temporarily stabilizing the morale of the troops.

The members of the second group gritted their teeth and began mechanically repeating the actions of attacking, healing, and blocking.

The battle turned into a brutal war of attrition from the very beginning.

They are like reefs on the shore, struggling to hold on amidst raging waves, and could be completely submerged at any moment.

……

Meanwhile, in Stranglethorn Vale, at the Gurubashi Arena.

The situation of Steel Shield and Myth 1 is slightly better than that of 2, but it is still not optimistic.

The demons here are mainly "succubi" and "demon guards" known for their agility and high attack power.

"Bull! Berserker! You two lead your men and charge in from the left flank! Interrupt those succubi who are casting spells!"

"Arcane Light! Seven-Stringed Glass! You two are responsible for suppressing fire on the right flank! Don't let those demon guards charge in!"

Steel Shield rode his warhorse, patrolling the edge of the battlefield and constantly issuing commands.

The members of the first raid group were all top elites in the guild, with extremely strong individual skills and PvP awareness. Instead of forming a defensive position like the second raid group, they used the complex terrain to engage in guerrilla warfare with the demons.

"call out!"

A piercing arrow struck precisely at a succubus who was chanting the "Curse of Pain".

-345!

The damage dealt by Arcane Light was significantly higher than that of the mages in the second raid, but it was still negligible against the succubus with tens of thousands of health points.

"Damn it! These monsters are too resilient! My control skill's duration has been halved!" Mohen's voice rang out in the team channel. He had just used "Deep Freeze" to control a demon guard, but in less than two seconds, the opponent broke free and charged at him, swinging a giant axe.

"Don't take it head-on! Use your movement ability to create distance!" Steel Shield shouted, urging his warhorse forward. A charge slammed into the side of the demon guard, the immense impact causing him to stagger.

"Now! Focus fire!"

Bull and Mad Blade seized the opportunity and instantly unleashed their strongest skills.

-1102! (Critical Hit)

-988!

Two damage numbers approaching one thousand finally caused the demon guard's health bar to decrease noticeably.

"It's working! Brothers, keep attacking like this! Don't be greedy for damage, just hit once and run! Keep circling around them!" Steel Shield shouted excitedly.

The team members, with their superior teamwork and skills compared to ordinary players, acted like a group of experienced hunters, battling wild beasts in the jungle.

Although they were unable to inflict a fatal blow on the horde of demons, they successfully slowed their advance, dividing them into smaller groups and devouring them one by one.

The battle was extremely arduous, with everyone highly focused and their mana and stamina being rapidly depleted.

"How are the guild leader and the others...?" Arcane Light asked, panting, during a break.

They're already having such a hard time fighting monsters that are only level 40 to 45. The guild leader and his group are facing a level 50 forbidden zone.

"I don't know." Steel Shield shook his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced northeast. "But I trust the boss. He never does anything he's not sure about."

Even so, a deep sense of worry still flashed in his eyes.

They are still able to hold out here by virtue of their numbers and tactics.

Li Wu and his group consisted of only five people.

Five people, going to challenge a level 50 demon fortress?

This sounds like a fantasy.

Immovable as a Mountain and Steel Shield, these two top team leaders of the Myth Guild, are struggling on their respective battlefields, carrying out Li Wu's orders in their own ways.

But they all knew in their hearts that the key to victory or defeat in this war did not lie with them.

The real battleground is the Burning Plains.

Everything they did was to buy even a second more for the five-man "decapitation squad".

However, what they didn't know was that the "time" they were fighting so hard to gain was perhaps the last thing Li Wu needed.