Ting! Ting! Ting!
Thoren shook the Choir Bell Charm repeatedly while issuing commands through the soul link connecting him to the undead army.
The eerie sound echoed violently throughout the narrow underground staircase like the cries of restless spirits wandering through a graveyard soaked with blood.
"Shield formation!"
"Press forward!"
His intention remained absolutely clear.
He would not retreat.
He would continue forcing his way downward no matter what horrors waited ahead.
The undead shield soldiers received the order instantly. Without fear or hesitation, they stepped forward together in perfect unison. Their heavy shields rose upward like an iron wall standing against destruction itself.
Whoosh!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The terrifying sand attack slamd violently against the shields with monstrous force. The impact shook the staircase heavily while cracks spread across the surrounding walls. Dust and shattered stone rained endlessly from above.
Yet the undead shield soldiers only staggered backward by two steps before regaining their footing once more.
They did not collapse.
They did not retreat.
Their undead hands gripped the massive shields tightly while soul fire burned fiercely inside their hollow sockets.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Thoren’s lips slowly curled upward.
The Peak Bronze grade shields were showing their worth.
"Forward," Thoren commanded coldly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The undead shield soldiers advanced again with heavy synchronized footsteps that echoed throughout the underground staircase like drums of war.
Now that Thoren realized the sand attacks posed little threat to the shield formation, his confidence increased imdiately.
His pace quickened.
However, despite focusing heavily upon the hidden creature below, he never neglected the battle raging behind his forces.
The Dust Naga horde continued charging relentlessly from the upper staircase.
Yet beneath the suppressive power of the Choir Bell Charm combined with Thoren’s awakened soul aura, their terrifying montum had weakened drastically.
The Dust Naga were being slaughtered rcilessly.
Axes hacked through flesh violently.
Heavy clubs crushed skulls apart brutally.
Massive hamrs shattered entire serpent bodies into bloody fragnts.
The staircase had transford into a slaughterhouse.
Dark blood flowed endlessly across the ancient stone steps while broken serpent corpses piled upon each other like mountains of rotting flesh.
The Dust Naga charged continuously despite the horrifying losses.
Their piercing hisses echoed madly throughout the battlefield.
Kill one, and another instantly replaced it.
However, the undead army showed no rcy whatsoever.
After the first sand attack failed, another deadly barrage erupted from below.
Then another followed imdiately afterward.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dense compressed sand attacks surged upward repeatedly like deadly storms trying to devour everything standing before them.
Yet every attack proved futile.
The undead shield soldiers continued marching forward relentlessly through the violent storm of destruction.
Ten minutes passed amidst endless battle and constant bloodshed.
Finally, Thoren saw the true source behind the devastating sand attacks.
His expression changed instantly.
[Dust Naga]
[Level: 28]
[Dust Naga]
[Level: 29]
[...]
More than ten Level Twenty-Eight Dust Naga filled the staircase passage completely. Alongside them stood five far more terrifying Level Twenty-Nine Dust Naga.
Every single Dust Naga possessed enormous bodies covered with shifting translucent sand flesh.
Because the staircase passage remained extrely narrow, the gigantic creatures had been forced to coil tightly against one another. Their massive bodies pressed downward over each other violently while only their monstrous heads remained exposed toward the battlefield.
The sight was horrifying beyond words.
Their re presence radiated overwhelming danger.
The entire scene resembled sothing pulled directly from a nightmare.
Rows upon rows of deadly serrated teeth protruded openly from their massive jaws. Thick saliva dripped constantly from their mouths while their hisses echoed endlessly like demons whispering within darkness.
One bite from those monstrous jaws could snap a human body completely in half.
Even Thoren involuntarily sucked in a cold breath while staring at the horrifying sight before him.
Although he had ntally prepared himself for danger, he never imagined encountering such terrifying creatures gathered together in one place.
This was not a battlefield suitable for the weak.
This was not a place for cowards.
Only those willing to drown within blood and death could survive here.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The Level Twenty-Eight Dust Naga hissed furiously while the five Level Twenty-Nine Dust Naga raised their massive heads nacingly.
Then suddenly, they attacked together.
Whoosh!
A massive wave of dense compressed sand erupted directly from their mouths before surging violently toward Thoren and his undead army.
The attack completely filled the narrow staircase from wall to wall.
The destructive pressure alone caused the surrounding stone walls to crack violently.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
Thoren imdiately shook the Choir Bell Charm once more.
The soul shaking sound exploded throughout the staircase instantly.
At the sa ti, he issued commands rapidly.
"Shield formation!"
"Spell attack!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of blazing fireballs shot through the air before crashing directly toward the incoming sand wave.
Explosions erupted continuously throughout the passage.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
However, compared to the overwhelming density of the compressed sand attack, the fireballs were nothing.
The blazing flas were swallowed completely by the advancing sandstorm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sand attack slamd repeatedly against the shield formation with terrifying force. The impacts echoed endlessly like thunder exploding within the underground ruin.
The undead shield soldiers trembled violently beneath the pressure. Their skeletal feet dug deeply into the stone staircase while their shields absorbed the devastating impacts continuously.
It felt as though the sandstorm intended to grind both the shields and their wielders into dust completely.
Yet the Peak Bronze grade shields remained unshaken.
Not even scratches appeared upon their surfaces.
The powerful defensive equipnt displayed terrifying durability beneath the relentless assault.
When the final remnants of the sandstorm finally faded away, silence briefly descended across the battlefield.
Dust drifted slowly throughout the staircase.
Thoren stared coldly toward the group of monstrous Dust Naga below.
Then slowly, a dangerous smile spread across his face.
"Forward," he commanded once again.
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