Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

"Damn bugs! You all deserve to die!"

Thursday was completely enraged. It screamed, its two chicken eyes fixed on Xu Hao and the berserk skeleton, clearly realizing that the two of them had caused it trouble.

Instead of focusing on completely destroying the berserk skeleton, it began to divert some of its attention, occasionally spitting out small bursts of purplish-black lightning or fanning out a few tricky wind blades in Xu Hao's direction, trying to interfere with Xu Hao's spellcasting.

Under the cover of the veterans, Xu Hao dodged Thursday's ranged attacks in a disheveled manner while continuously drawing out Flame Thunder Talismans from his talisman bag and firing them at Thursday.

Although each attack wasn't particularly devastating, the combined effects of the burning flames and the paralyzing lightning did cause Thursday persistent trouble and disruption.

Meanwhile, the berserk skeleton seized the opportunity to regain its footing, wielding its greatsword and engaging Thursday in close combat. It was no longer completely passive as before, and occasionally managed to seize an opportunity to counterattack. Although it was still at a disadvantage, with new wounds constantly appearing on its body, it at least showed no signs of collapsing immediately.

With the help of some clever Taoist priests constantly replenishing the berserk skeleton's health, this skeletal creature actually showed signs of turning the tables!

For a moment, in the center of this chaotic battlefield, Xu Hao's Flame Thunder Talisman provided ranged restraint, while the berserk skeletons engaged in close combat, creating a strange and dangerous balance with the enraged Thursday.

The two sides attacked and restrained each other, and neither could completely overwhelm the other in a short period of time, resulting in a temporary stalemate.

But beneath this draw lies the constant depletion of life and mental strength, and the ever-approaching shadow of death.

However, the situation on the other side took a sharp turn for the worse, becoming one-sidedly brutal.

Josie led the remaining warriors and mages in a desperate fight against the writhing, endlessly evil Crimson Moon Demon, but the battle was going against them.

This monster, enhanced by Thursday, was far more terrifying than they had imagined. Without warning, the ground beneath the Crimson Moon Demon suddenly tore open, and dozens of thick, sharp spikes, like bloodstained fangs, burst forth from the earth with a series of "plop plop plop" sounds!

The soldier at the forefront had no time to react. He had just raised his weapon to try to block when he was propelled into the air by three spikes that pierced through his body from beneath his feet. His heavy War God armor was pierced as if it were made of paper, and blood flowed down the spikes. He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before his life was cut short.

The ground spikes have an extremely large and unpredictable attack range. Each attack inevitably takes away several lives, either pinning people to the spot or tearing them to pieces. This instantly creates several gaps in the front-line warrior formation, forcing the mages behind to risk even more to step forward and fill the gaps.

But that wasn't the worst part. In the brief respite of the earth spikes, the enormous rotting flesh suddenly contracted, and then, an invisible, soul-chilling wave emanated from the altar, spreading outwards like ripples on water!

This mental shockwave was invisible and intangible, yet it carried destructive power, sweeping across the entire space in a perfect ring, leaving no blind spots to hide from.

The warriors and mages closest to the altar were the first to be hit; their expressions froze instantly, then twisted into extreme pain.

Some people suddenly dropped their weapons, clutched their heads tightly with both hands, and let out a shrill wail that was not human. Blood even seeped from their eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Then they convulsed and fell to the ground, completely losing their fighting ability.

Some mages' magical shields cracked instantly under this invisible impact, like glass struck by a hammer, before shattering completely with a "crack." The caster, as if all their strength had been drained, collapsed limply to the ground, their eyes glazed over.

Those who were further away, though not immediately devastated, were certainly not having an easy time either.

Qiao Xi felt as if countless steel needles were stabbing wildly in her head, her vision blurred, and her hand holding the staff trembled involuntarily, interrupting her preparation to cast the next spell.

The mages around her were also groaning in pain, their magic shields, which they were forcibly maintaining, flickering violently and almost going out; the warriors staggered, having to lean on their weapons to keep their balance, their faces drained of color, and large beads of sweat rolling down their cheeks.

The Taoist priests attempted to cast healing spells, but found it difficult to concentrate their mental energy; the talismans fluttered weakly from their fingers. Each mental shockwave inevitably caused heavy casualties among the front-line personnel and temporary incapacitation of the entire force, further exacerbating the already difficult offensive.

With each writhing movement of the Crimson Moon Demon's enormous and twisted body, death was imminent.

The earth spikes and mental shocks acted like perfectly coordinated executioners, taking turns staging a scene of slaughter.

Just as a mental shockwave swept past, causing many warriors and mages to suffer splitting headaches and stagger, the ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded again without warning!

"Pfft! Pfft pfft!" Dozens of thick stone spikes, as thick as a child's arm, with tips gleaming with a dark, bloody light, suddenly shot out! A soldier who was a little slower to react, who had just barely regained his balance from the dizziness of the mental shock and tried to block, was instantly pierced by three spikes that emerged from his feet, abdomen, and chest at the same time!

The heavy armor made a teeth-grinding tearing sound, easily pierced like paper. He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before he was lifted high into the air by the spikes, blood cascading down the spikes like a waterfall, staining the ground even more crimson.

His eyes were filled with shock and despair, then quickly dimmed, and his body hung limply on the spikes, swaying slightly.

There was no white light of resurrection, no sign of the soul leaving the body, only a cold, utter death.

Those who witnessed this scene felt an even deeper chill run through them. Then, before anyone could recover from the terror of the ground spikes, the Crimson Moon Demon let out another silent roar.

Another, even stronger mental shockwave swept across the entire arena like a tsunami.

A female mage who was chanting a high-level defensive spell was the first to be hit. The magical shield on her body twisted violently in the face of this invisible force, like glass being hit by a heavy hammer, instantly covered with spider web-like cracks, and then shattered completely with a "bang".

The female mage let out a shrill scream that was so piercing it was inhuman. She clutched her head tightly with both hands, and crimson blood gushed from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, and ear canals.

Her body convulsed violently, like a fish on the shore. After struggling for a few moments, she collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant, completely devoid of life. Her shattered spirit could no longer sustain her existence.

And so, the earth spikes reaped flesh, and the mental assault destroyed the soul.

Every precise coordinated attack meant the fall of several powerful individuals. Their bodies lay on the ground, or were impaled on stone spikes, their blood flowing like streams, soaking the cold stone slabs.

These ancient masters, who were once renowned and considered top figures in their respective eras, appear so fragile here.

Their experience, skills, and equipment lost their former glory in the face of absolute power and bizarre rules.

Before long, the once dense formation became sparse, and more than twenty cold corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Here, death is the end, an eternal silence. Every person who falls signifies the permanent loss of a force, and deepens the despair in the hearts of the survivors.