A black vortex opened before him, and two skeletal warriors emerged simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, perfectly intercepting the incoming arrows.
The arrows clanged against the skeletal warriors with the sound of metal striking bone but caused no real damage.
The two skeletal warriors then charged straight at the two archers.
"He actually has more than one summon?"
John Zhao's expression changed drastically, becoming extremely grim.
He hadn't expected Mark Lin to possess more than one summoned creature.
But then again, it wasn't unheard of—some Summoners did have multiple summons.
There was even a Summoner in their guild who had four.
"Block it for me!"
John Zhao shouted loudly. A knight immediately stepped in front of him to intercept the skeletal warriors.
With the threat to his life temporarily removed, John Zhao raised his staff and pointed it at Mark Lin, chanting a spell rapidly under his breath.
Rather than killing the summoned creatures, it was better to kill the summoner.
"Fiery Serpent Frenzy!"
Two seconds later, a serpent of flame shot from the tip of his staff, streaking toward Mark Lin.
"Damn, that's a skill only Level 20 mages can learn—and it's a rare one!"
"Known as the most powerful offensive spell for mages before their second advancement. Mark Lin might be in serious trouble."
"Only about a third of mages ever manage to learn that skill!"
Several people in the back expressed concern for Mark Lin.
But Mark Lin still didn't move. Another vortex opened in front of him.
This time—twenty skeletal warriors emerged at once.
Twenty soul fires danced in the darkness.
The fiery serpent struck the summoned warriors, erupting with a dazzling burst of light.
But from within the blaze, all twenty skeletal warriors charged out, hurling themselves at the members of the Dynasty Guild.
John Zhao's face turned ashen. "How can there be so many?"
Just summoning three skeletons earlier was shocking enough—this time it was twenty?
That number already outnumbered their team.
"Form ranks! Hold the line!"
Despite his shock, John Zhao didn't panic.
The Dynasty Guild was no ordinary bunch—they were veterans of countless battles.
Its members had honed their skills through relentless combat and boasted superb coordination.
They quickly regrouped.
Knights took the front line, with warriors, archers, and mages positioned centrally to deal damage, and Support Classes stationed at the rear.
To John Zhao, while these summoned skeletons were strong, his team was far more complete and balanced.
Killing off the skeletal warriors would just take a bit of time.
The dozen or so members huddled into a tight formation.
The support quickly began casting buffs on everyone.
Strength Enhancement, Agility Boost, Mind Fortification.
Speed Surge, Energy Shield, Berserker's Spirit.
Every possible buff was applied—none were missed.
In just 30 seconds, all buffs were in place.
Their flawless coordination shone through.
Confidence returned to John Zhao's face.
Even though they were surrounded by skeletons, this wasn't their first time in such a situation.
He firmly believed he'd be the one laughing in the end.
Just then, Mark Lin raised his hand and turned slightly to speak to William Wang and the others behind him.
"You all—fall back."
At this point, no one dared disobey.
Who would've thought one man could take on a dozen Dynasty Guild members alone?
Everyone quickly retreated, putting several dozen meters between them and the fight.
John Zhao noticed this but didn't give it much thought.
Suddenly, a flash of fire lit up in front of him—an archer let out a shriek.
The archer's health plummeted, nearly reaching zero in an instant.
Then a healing spell landed on him just in time, pulling him back from the brink.
Mark Lin had unleashed Soul Flame, but had failed to kill the archer in one blow.
The healer had reacted quickly, casting healing immediately.
A cold sweat broke out on John Zhao's back. He suddenly remembered Mark Lin's class.
Mark Lin wasn't just a summoner—he was a Necromancer.
Not only a summoner, but a spellcaster.
"Healers, stay alert! Heal fast! He has offensive magic!"
John Zhao barked orders, putting the entire team on high alert.
Who would have thought over a dozen of them would be hunted down by a single person?
"Focus all attacks on one!"
Mark Lin's gaze fell on the knight holding back more than ten skeletal warriors at the front lines.
That knight was already at his limit, enduring pressure greater than facing a nightmare-level dungeon Boss.
Even with continuous healing, he was in excruciating pain, on the verge of collapse.
At Mark Lin's command, more skeletons began hacking away at him.
Then a flame appeared above his head.
Instinctively sensing danger, the knight immediately activated Extreme Defense.
A faint glow covered his body, and the pressure lessened significantly.
But Soul Flame ignored defense—it attacked the soul directly.
Even with Extreme Defense active, he screamed in agony.
Luckily, the healers kept up with rapid healing spells.
Still, under relentless skeletal attacks, the glow of Extreme Defense was rapidly fading.
A skill that should have lasted over 40 seconds—was gone in 20.
The moment it vanished, Mark Lin gave a new command.
"Use skills!"
At the same time, he cast Soul Flame again.
Soul Flame struck true—the knight howled in pain.
Over a dozen Violent Strikes landed on him simultaneously.
Even the healers couldn't keep up.
The knight was instantly killed.
A breach opened in their formation. John Zhao's face turned pale.
"Retreat!"
Mark Lin shook his head. "Too late."
A skeletal warrior hurled the knight's corpse into the air.
BOOM!
The corpse exploded.
The airborne detonation maximized its power.
Centered on the knight, within a 20-meter radius, all enemies were struck with damage equal to 200% of the knight's max HP.
Among all classes, knights had some of the highest HP.
Double that? The devastation was unimaginable.
John Zhao only heard one final explosion—then everything went dark.
Everyone was annihilated.
The corpse explosion thundered like a cataclysm, obliterating everything in its range.
Only tattered, mangled bodies remained on the ground.
Not a single Dynasty Guild member survived.
Loot littered the battlefield.
Mark Lin didn't even glance at it—he collected it all in an instant.
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