Crossing the wilderness to survive, starting with a broken kitchen knife.

Suddenly, Zhang Shi had an idea, remembering the frequency characteristics of magic fluctuations he had discovered while studying the cyan orb. He shouted, "Ge Dalong, use ice magic to alter the activity of the surrounding magical elements and try to disrupt the frequency of this magic circle! Zhao Feng, protect Ge Dalong!"

Ge Dalong immediately unleashed a powerful ice magic, sending a chilling aura cascading through the air. The surrounding magical elements slowed and became chaotic under the influence of the low temperature. Zhang Shi, taking advantage of the slightest weakness in the magic circle's defenses, unleashed Shadow Slash once again, slashing at the magic circle's light curtain with all his might. This time, the black sword energy successfully pierced the light curtain, carving a deep crack in the magic circle.

Seeing that the magic circle was damaged, the lizardmen rushed forward desperately.

Zhang Shi led the charge. His body moved like lightning, unleashing Shadow Slash. Black sword energy, like black lightning in the night sky, slashed with fierce momentum towards the area where the lizardmen were concentrated. Each sword energy struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, instantly slaying numerous lizardmen. Black blood splattered in the air, filling the air with a pungent, fishy smell. The lizardmen were thrown into disarray by this sudden and powerful attack, and retreated in droves.

Zhao Feng followed closely behind, his tall and imposing figure standing out among the lizardmen. He swung his battle axe with unbridled force, each swing imbued with the power of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. The axe sliced ​​through the air, a whirring sound that spoke of its might. He charged into the lizardmen like a tiger among a flock of sheep, each strike slaying a handful of them. The axe's blows chopped some lizardmen in half, while others were sent flying, slamming heavily against the palace walls with a dull thud.

Ge Dalong stood aside, his hands dancing and muttering to himself, casting powerful spells. Storms of ice whistled from his hands, icy blue storms carrying a biting chill that swept towards the lizardmen. Wherever the ice storms passed, the lizardmen's bodies were instantly frozen, their movements becoming slow and stiff, and they lost their ability to resist. Simultaneously, he periodically unleashed lightning spells. Dazzling bolts of lightning exploded among the lizardmen with a deafening roar, leaving the lizardmen charred and smoking, screaming in pain.

However, the Lizardmen were not to be outdone. Their magicians reacted quickly, unleashing a variety of foul spells to counterattack. Black fireballs, green poisonous mist, and sharp wind blades flew towards the Alliance warriors. The Alliance magicians immediately cast defensive spells, and a pale blue light curtain formed before them, shielding them from the Lizardmen's attacks. The fireballs collided with the light curtain, crackling and sending up showers of sparks. The poisonous mist, blocked by the light curtain, slowly dissipated. The wind blades were easily deflected, flying in all directions, leaving deep scratches on the palace walls.

The Lizardmen soldiers also reorganized, wielding sharp weapons and emitting strange cries, they charged towards the Alliance warriors. Their weapons gleamed coldly in the sunlight: some were curved swords, some were sharp spears, and some were heavy maces. The soldiers on both sides instantly engaged in fierce close combat. The clash of weapons, shouts, and groans of pain intertwined, forming a brutal and bloody scene.

During the battle, Zhang Shi keenly observed the Lizardmen's movements. He noticed that their numbers seemed to be constantly pouring out from the depths of the palace, and their strength was even greater than those he had encountered before. These Lizardmen were not only stronger and faster, but their attacks were also more precise and deadly. Zhang Shi was secretly alarmed, knowing that if he didn't find a solution quickly, this battle would be extremely disadvantageous for the alliance.

So, he used Shadow Step, flashing past the lizardmen's defenses and rushing deeper into the palace, trying to find a flaw in the magic circle and solve the problem at its source. As he advanced, the lizardmen tried to stop him, but he nimbly dodged them or repelled them with Shadow Slash.

Zhao Feng and Ge Dalong continued their fierce battle with the Lizardmen, coordinating to buy Zhang Shi time and space. Zhao Feng, with his powerful melee ability, attracted the attention of most of the Lizardmen, distracting them from Zhang Shi's movements. Ge Dalong provided support with magical power. Whenever Zhao Feng was in danger, he would cast a spell to repel or freeze the approaching Lizardmen.

As the battle continued, casualties on both sides continued to increase, but the Alliance warriors did not retreat. With their tenacious will and firm belief, they fought a desperate battle with the Lizardmen. For the honor and survival of the Alliance, they were willing to pay any price.

Zhang Shi sped along, relying on the exquisiteness of his Shadow Step to deftly weave through the numerous lizardmen's obstructions. His eyes were firm and sharp, fixed on the depths of the palace, where a powerful and sinister aura emanated. He knew that the key to defeating the enemy must lie there.

On the battlefield outside, Zhao Feng was bloodthirsty, his battle axe stained with the blood of the lizardmen, splashing with gore with every swing. Despite several wounds, he felt no pain. His only goal was to clear a safe passage for Zhang Shi, allowing him to find and defeat the lizardmen leader and end this brutal battle.

Ge Dalong's face was solemn. He continuously cast ice magic and lightning spells, all the while keeping an eye on Zhao Feng's safety and the evolving situation on the battlefield. Seeing the wounds on Zhao Feng's body, he felt extremely anxious, but he knew he couldn't be distracted at this moment and had to give it his all. So, he increased his magic output, the ice storm becoming more intense, and the lightning spells coming down more frequently, pushing back wave after wave of the lizardmen.

Deep within the palace, Zhang Shi finally arrived at a vast hall. A black mist filled the hall, and the tall, black-robed lizardman standing in the center was faintly visible. Zhang Shi cautiously entered the hall, observing his surroundings with vigilance.

"Human, you actually found this place, but this will be your burial place!" The lizardman leader roared, and then he waved the magic wand in his hand, and a black energy wave rushed towards Zhang Shi.

Zhang Shi was prepared. He quickly dodged to the side and counterattacked with Shadow Slash. The black sword energy and the black energy wave collided in the air, making a loud noise. The powerful impact shattered the surrounding stone pillars.

Seeing this, the lizardman leader flashed and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Shi. With a whirring sound, he swung his magic wand down towards Zhang Shi's head. Zhang Shi quickly raised his weapon to block, but the lizardman leader's strength was so great that he was thrown back repeatedly, his feet leaving a deep mark on the ground.