Fifteen minutes later, another patrol squad was completely wiped out.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and the third patrol squad was annihilated.
Inside the stronghold, chaos finally erupted.
When the Yellow Turban Channel Chief rushed out with a large contingent of n, he only saw a ground littered with corpses and a flickering figure in the distance.
"Chase!"
Two hundred Yellow Turban Strongn and two thousand Yellow Turban Army soldiers sward out, pursuing that figure.
After chasing for two miles, the figure suddenly accelerated and vanished from their field of vision.
With a face ashen with rage, the Channel Chief led his army back in frustration.
...
Half an hour later.
Lin Feng sneaked back again.
This ti he was even more cautious, specifically picking off isolated squads. He would leave imdiately after the kill, never lingering.
Three more patrol squads were completely wiped out.
The stronghold was in an uproar once again.
But this ti, the Channel Chief did not rush out imdiately.
He had grown smarter.
...
Just as Lin Feng finished off the fourth patrol squad and was about to retreat, countless figures suddenly surged from his surroundings!
Fifty Yellow Turban Strongn! Two Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers!
They closed in from all directions, wielding giant clubs and iron hamrs, surrounding Lin Feng completely!
"Kill!" The leading Yellow Turban Fierce Soldier let out a furious roar, and the fifty Strongn pounced simultaneously!
A fierce glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.
You want to surround ?
He gripped his spear with both hands and slamd it into the ground!
【Beacon Fire Prairies】!
BOOM—!!!
With him as the center, a circular fire shockwave with a ten-ter radius exploded! Blazing flas swept across the surroundings, swallowing all the Yellow Turban Strongn!
-60! -65 -70!...
The fire damage wasn't high, but it was enough to disrupt their formation! Those Yellow Turban Strongn were knocked askew, and a gap instantly appeared in the encirclent!
Lin Feng pulled up his spear and charged, his target fixed on the two Yellow Turban Fierce Soldiers!
He raised his right hand—【Blazing Spear Light】!
Eight streaks of crimson light shot out from the spear tip! Four shot toward the fierce soldier on the left, and four toward the one on the right!
The two fierce soldiers frantically swung their weapons to parry!
Clang clang clang clang!
The soldier on the left knocked away two but was pierced by two! -210! -205!
The soldier on the right knocked away two but was also pierced by two! -208! -212!
Both groaned simultaneously as their health bars plumted!
Lin Feng had already arrived!
The Wildfire Spear swept across, aiming straight for the throat of the soldier on the left! That soldier hurriedly raised his axe to block, but Lin Feng's spear suddenly changed direction mid-thrust, piercing into his lower abdon!
-350! (Prairie Fire Mark damage bonus!)
The fierce soldier collapsed with a scream!
Lin Feng withdrew his spear and thrust backward at the soldier on the right! That soldier had just steadied himself when the spear tip was already before his eyes!
Puchi!
-347!
The second fierce soldier was dead!
From their appearance to their deaths, it had taken less than twenty seconds for the two elites!
A light of leveling up shone from his body.
【Level Up: 20 → 21】
The remaining fifty Yellow Turban Strongn had just regained their footing from the fire shockwave when they saw that their two leaders had already fallen.
Lin Feng turned around and looked at them.
Those Yellow Turban Strongn were covered in blood, but fear flashed in their eyes.
In the next second, Lin Feng moved.
He was like a god of death, charging into the crowd of strongn!
Although those Yellow Turban Strongn had high health, against Lin Feng's three-hundred-plus basic attacks, they were only a matter of two spear thrusts.
Furthermore, they were afflicted with the 【Prairie Fire Mark】, which increased damage by 10%!
Thirty seconds.
All fifty Yellow Turban Strongn had fallen to the ground.
Lin Feng stood with his spear sheathed, faint flas lingering around him.
He looked down at his hands, a hint of a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
...
In the distance, when the Yellow Turban Channel Chief arrived with the main force, he only saw a ground covered in corpses.
Lin Feng had long since disappeared.
The Channel Chief stood amidst the pile of corpses, his face ashen, his whole body trembling.
"Return... return to camp!"
...
Another hour passed.
Lin Feng appeared once again on the outskirts of the stronghold.
He discovered that the patrol squads were gone.
Those Yellow Turban soldiers had learned their lesson; they were all huddled inside the stronghold, refusing to co out.
Lin Feng was in no hurry; he crept to the flank of the stronghold and found a concealed position.
On the wooden palisade walls of the stronghold, a sentry was stationed every dozen ters, looking out vigilantly.
Lin Feng raised his right hand.
【Blazing Spear Light】!
A streak of crimson light shot out!
Puchi!
Two hundred ters away, a sentry fell to the ground!
Another streak!
Puchi!
Another one fell!
One after another, the sentries were killed in succession!
The stronghold was in an uproar once again.
When the Yellow Turban Channel Chief rushed out with his n, Lin Feng was standing three hundred ters away, leaning on his spear and watching him with a smile.
"Chase!"
The army surged out again, and Lin Feng turned and ran.
After running for two hundred ters, he stopped and glanced back.
The army chased for another hundred ters, and Lin Feng advanced another hundred ters, continuing to stand there.
They chased again, and he retreated again.
Through repeated kiting, he drew the pursuers five miles away from the stronghold.
Then, Lin Feng suddenly accelerated. The afterimages of his 【windchaser boots】 stretched into a streamline; with five stacks of Windchaser fully active, he circled around to the pursuers' flank!
His target was a Yellow Turban Fierce General who had fallen behind!
Before that fierce general could react, seven spear lights were already shooting toward him!
He frantically swung his battle-axe to block!
Clang clang clang clang!
He knocked away four but was pierced by three!
-210! -210! -210!
The fierce general scread and staggered back, his health bar hitting rock bottom instantly!
Lin Feng had already arrived!
One strike!
Puchi!
-330!
The Yellow Turban Fierce General was dead!
Lin Feng withdrew his spear and vanished without looking back.
Behind him, the Yellow Turban Channel Chief's furious roars echoed across the wilderness.
...
After being tornted for a whole day, the Yellow Turban Army in the stronghold completely refused to co out.
Even when Lin Feng used his spear light to snipe the sentries from outside, they still wouldn't co out.
Lin Feng was frustrated.
He returned to the main camp and brought over a hundred Crossbown. Along with Wang Wu and Arrow Eye, they ford a battle line a hundred ters outside the stronghold.
"Fire!"
Crossbow bolts rained down like a downpour!
The wooden palisade walls couldn't block the bolts at all. The dense rain of arrows passed through the gaps and struck into the interior of the stronghold.
Those Yellow Turban soldiers huddled behind the palisades didn't even have ti to raise their shields before they were shot into sieves.
One arrow, one kill; another arrow, another kill!
By the ti all the bolts were spent, at least five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers had been killed.
Inside the stronghold, still no one ca out.
Lin Feng stood two hundred ters away, looking at that deathly silent stronghold, feeling even more frustrated.
"Withdraw the troops." He waved his hand. "Wang Wu, Arrow Eye, you two take the Crossbown back to Beacon Fire Town first to replenish ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) the bolts."
The two took their orders and left with the hundred Crossbown.
Lin Feng stood in the night, looking at that stronghold, and a smile suddenly curled at the corners of his mouth again.
Tomorrow, I'll continue.
Let's see who can outlast whom.
...
The next morning.
Lin Feng brought Wang Wu, Arrow Eye, and the hundred Crossbown back to the outskirts of the Yellow Turban Stronghold.
But the sight before him made his brow furrow.
The entire stronghold was completely shrouded in thick fog. The mist was as thick as paste and a murky gray, swallowing the walls and the camp entirely; nothing could be seen.
There were no patrol squads, no sentries, and not even a single sound could be heard from within.
"Lord, this is..." Wang Wu lowered his voice.
Lin Feng raised his hand to interrupt him and observed intently for a mont.
"Defense mode," he said softly. "Everyone has retreated inside and is using the thick fog as cover."
Wang Wu frowned. "Then what should we do?"
Lin Feng did not answer.
He stared at that expanse of thick fog for a long while before suddenly drawing the Wildfire Spear from his back and gripping it in his hand.
"You guys wait outside. I'm going in to take a look."
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