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But when Exiled Immortal turned around, he saw signs of the battle line collapsing!

"Damn it, there are just too many of them, and we\'re too few. How much longer can we hold out?"

They could have simply walked away. After all, this wasn\'t a major event, nor was there any special reward. It was merely an unexpected situation they stumbled upon, nothing more.

Once the defense was breached, tens of thousands of monsters would flood into the elven habitat, devouring and tearing apart every elf here.

Should they leave?

Staying here wouldn\'t change the situation and might even lead to their deaths.

Yet, leaving like this, Exiled Immortal\'s conscience would be uneasy.

Grinding his teeth, Exiled Immortal manipulated the green wind to wrap around his longsword, slashing through the monster tide, rapidly depleting his Stamina. Three longswords had already let out mournful cries, ultimately shattering, unable to hold on any longer.

Despite this, the monster\'s assault showed no signs of waning!

It wasn\'t until Exiled Immortal\'s Stamina could no longer keep him afloat, forcing him to return to the ground, that he realized only thirty minutes had passed.

Thirty minutes that felt like an eternity.

Could they still hold on?

Exiled Immortal glanced around, arriving at a negative answer.

Impossible. Both he and the elven warriors were nearing their limits.

"I... I\'ve done my best. In the end, there\'s no reward for this. Why should I risk my life here?"

"If this continues, we won\'t even have a chance to escape!"

"Think about your life, Exiled Immortal. You\'ve worked so hard to achieve what you have today. Are you really willing to throw it all away for a bunch of NPCs?"

Exiled Immortal ran his hands through his hair in frustration, lowering his head and gasping for breath.

Not far away, the defensive line was continuously retreating, on the brink of collapse.

Helena was still darting around, relieving the pressure on the elven warriors.

As for Lily, her mana was already exhausted, her face pale.

"It\'s time to go!"

If they didn\'t leave now, they would all die here.

As this thought crossed his mind, Exiled Immortal struggled to stand. He inadvertently locked eyes with the elven girl he had once saved.

Her tear-filled eyes sparkled with hope, piercing through Exiled Immortal\'s facade, striking him to the core.

"Please, save us..."

"Exiled Immortal, I want to live..."

Exiled Immortal stood there, stunned as if struck, his mind a blank.

"Saving them is impossible. Unless the God of War arrives, no one can stop this monster tide.

Hmm... Maybe John could? But that\'s irrelevant. Whether John can even return is a question."

Exiled Immortal exhaled deeply, drawing his sheathed sword once more and holding it before him.

"Though I can\'t save you, I can die with you."

"Damn it, fight! Whoever chickens out is a coward!"

With a loud roar, Exiled Immortal charged into the monster tide. With each slash and every downward strike, blood splattered everywhere!

The sticky blood had almost turned Exiled Immortal into a figure of crimson. His entire body burned with pain--he must have been injured, though he wasn\'t sure when.

He could hardly think anymore, mechanically and numbly swinging his longsword. Monsters surrounded him on all sides, so his attacks never missed.

"Master Exiled Immortal..."

Elowen gritted his teeth, his vision growing increasingly blurry, his breathing rapid.

Though he longed to charge in and kill to his heart\'s content, he couldn\'t.

If he left the defensive line, it would become a breach, instantly overrun.

"Will the elven race truly perish today?"

"What did we do wrong?"

"The elven race may face extinction one day, but it won\'t be today!"

As these words fell, the ground collapsed with a thunderous roar. Countless vines and man-eating plants surged madly from the earth, mercilessly harvesting the monsters\' lives!

"Y-Your Majesty!"

Noticing that figure, Elowen\'s expression lifted with renewed vigor.

"The fate of the elven race is in our hands! My people, do not fear the wounds. As long as I stand, no one can harm you!"

[Nature\'s Breath!]

Elaria spread her arms wide, the ground beneath her feet cracking like a spider\'s web. Buds grew and blossomed, green light drifting from their centers. As soon as it touched the elven warriors, it absorbed into their bodies, healing their wounds.

Vines shot up from the ground like the sharpest blades, easily piercing through the monsters\' bodies, transforming the battlefield into a blood-stained garden!

But it was still just a drop in the ocean.

One must understand that Elaria was merely holding on by sheer willpower. [Lust] had not yet been dealt with, and her condition was deteriorating. How much longer she could last was something even Elaria didn\'t know.

But she knew one thing.

This was the elves\' homeland, and as their queen, she could not tolerate her people risking their lives while she lay helpless in bed, watching the elven race perish!

"How much longer..."

Elaria gritted her teeth, her state worsening.

Fighting the overwhelming surge of lust while maintaining [Nature\'s Breath], Elaria felt she was about to faint.

"John... please, help me, won\'t you?"

Inexplicably, Elaria\'s mind was filled with images of John.

This impolite human, who didn\'t understand tenderness, had unknowingly become Elaria\'s beacon of hope.

She could only hope that there was still a chance.

"Is there still hope?"

Of course, there was!

Knowing the terrifying influence of [Lust], how could John have left without any preparation?

"Finally! Finally, it\'s done! One of my greatest alchemical feats, resurrection of the dead!"

In a secluded bamboo house within the habitat,

Seraphina raised her arms in triumph, looking at the nearly perfect body before her, as if it were a work of art, her eyes filled with joy.

"Now, the final step remains, to return his soul to the body..."

Seraphina took out a pure white crystal, no larger than a fist, which contained a human soul, occasionally flickering and emitting a milky white glow.

Seraphina crushed the crystal and embedded it into the lifeless body before her.

And so!

"The dead... shall rise!"

...

Boom!

A loud explosion erupted from within the elves\' habitat, immediately catching Helena\'s attention.

"Did a monster break through the defense line?"

This thought flashed in Helena\'s mind. She was about to drag her exhausted body to deal with any stragglers when a cold glint shot past her cheek, plunging heavily into the monster tide!

Immediately afterward, a figure descended from the sky, landing atop a long halberd, laughing loudly.

"Damn it! Your daddy Qing is back!"

Seeing this scene, Helena, Exiled Immortal, and the others stood in stunned silence, their minds blank!

It was real...

They had thought John was merely joking, but as Qing appeared before them, countless questions flooded their minds.

"Yo, everyone\'s here. Where\'s John? Hahaha! I need to thank him properly!"

Qing leapt down, hoisting the halberd onto his shoulder. With a casual punch, he opened a bloody hole in the face of a monster.

"Qi-Qing?"

"What, surprised to see me? Actually, I\'m surprised too. But, catching up can wait. Let\'s deal with the immediate trouble first."

Qing shouted, his arms surging with immense power, like an unbreakable wall, protecting everyone behind him!

"So, let me test the power of my new ability."

Talent: SSS-level [God of War\'s Unyielding Belief]

After resurrecting, Qing\'s talent had also evolved.

When he killed a certain number of enemies, he would gain permanent attribute increases.

And there was no limit!

A terrifying, growth-oriented talent, paired with Qing\'s monstrous combat prowess, made Qing the battlefield\'s war god at this moment!

In this moment, the countless monsters before Qing seemed like tempting packets of experience!

"Now, the counterattack officially begins!"