The orc wolf riders who arrived later, with their scimitars like a forest, attempted to overwhelm the six men with their speed and numbers.

But their target was too fast!

Monica moved like a true shadow, weaving through the gaps between the wolf riders; the werewolves' claws could only tear at her afterimages.

Enzo charged recklessly, and the lava eruption blasted the approaching wolf riders and wolves away.

Ruby's golden-black dragon flames swept across, creating a death zone that even the wolf riders dared not enter.

Kael's Judgment Statue was as steady as a rock. Its massive lightsaber swept across, and the charging wolf riders crashed into it as if they were hitting a mountain of steel, causing men and wolves to fall.

Anna used her magically conjured shadow arrows to pierce the wolf rider's joints and the horse's eyes.

As for the Archangel that Little Mu transformed into, it did not show anything special.

Its main task is to protect Mark, who cannot enter the extreme mutation state and thus become a relatively weak point in the team.

The wings of light, interwoven with seven-colored black light, closed slightly, protecting Mark in the center.

Any arrows, throwing axes, or even a single curse or magical beam that a shaman desperately unleashed before his death, aimed at Mark, would have their trajectories distorted and become erratic when they reached the range of the light wings. Their power would be greatly weakened or even completely annihilated by the deep, seven-colored black light.

She hovered in mid-air, as if creating an absolute safety barrier for Mark.

The orc overseers were furious, roaring as they gave orders, but the light cavalry couldn't catch the tail of these slippery, hard as adamantite, and ridiculously resistant to magic!

The shamanic stronghold has become a one-sided slaughterhouse!

Mark's six-man squad, like ice floes thrown into boiling oil, unleashed a destructive storm in the heart of the shaman's stronghold.

More and more shamans are being forced to shift their spellcasting targets from distant human knightly orders to deadly threats that are right at their doorstep!

They frantically unleashed corrosive light blasts, lightning chains, and even area-of-effect curses that indiscriminately targeted friend and foe alike at the center of the slaughterhouse.

However, these hasty attacks had little effect on the six people in their extreme mutation state.

Ruby's Flames of Inferno easily purified the corruption and curses, Enzo's Lava Armor withstood the lightning, Monica and Anna skillfully evaded the attacks under the protection of their domains and Kael'thas, while Mark's domain diverted most of the chaotic magic, causing the orcs to suffer the consequences of their own actions, with howls and wailing filling the battlefield as the chaos intensified.

The chaos in the shaman's position was like removing a key pillar from the orcish berserker army!

High in the sky, General Kargath's furious roar almost tore through the clouds: "Useless trash! Crush them! Reinforcements! Reinforcements!"

He desperately wanted to pounce on those damned insects and tear them to pieces, but Captain Harrington's blazing and violent holy flame sword light pinned him firmly in the air, and he was in danger of being seriously injured if he was distracted for even a moment.

Count Ferdinand also keenly seized this fleeting opportunity. Under his skillful command, the Holy Light Barrier of the Eleventh Knights shone brightly, and its advance speed suddenly increased. Like a golden blade, it fiercely cut into the flank of the orcs, which was weakened by the interruption of shaman support.

The situation on the ground battlefield has changed even more significantly.

They lost the legion-level buffs such as "Bloodlust Aura", "Stone Skin", and "Berserk Cry" that were continuously provided by the Shaman.

The orc warrior's originally raging, lava-like aura visibly weakened.

Their attacks no longer carried that suffocating, insane pressure, and their momentum had noticeably slowed.

The dark red aura around his body dimmed, the rocky luster flowing on his skin disappeared, and his movements even showed a hint of clumsiness due to the difference in strength.

On the other hand, the Holy Knights.

The heavy-armored knights of the Ninth Knights were relieved of their pressure.

Although Harrington's knights fought wildly, they were not reckless. He immediately sensed the "weakness" of his opponents!

"Holy Light! Purify this filth!" Harrington's lieutenant roared like the beating of war drums.

The platoon commanders of the Ninth Regiment at the front understood immediately, and the legion-level holy light magic that had been restrained was finally unleashed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several thick, condensed beams of judgment, like spears of divine punishment, were no longer the weakened version they had been before. They carried immense power capable of purifying all things and pierced fiercely into the densest charging group of orcs!

If they were not in a position to go all out against the orcs due to certain deals in the past, now that they have military merits to gain, they will not let go of the opportunity to kick a man when he is down!

A blinding white light exploded, instantly vaporizing the orc warrior and his heavy armor that were directly hit. The shockwave sent a large number of orcs flying, and the smell of severed limbs and remains mixed with the acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air.

At the same time, the Holy Light Barrier, which had previously been dim and somewhat economical, now shone with a stable and intense light, like a real steel city wall.

The orc berserker's giant axe and warhammer slammed into it, unleashing a deafening roar and blinding sparks, but it could no longer budge it an inch.

Taking advantage of the orcs' weakened attacks, the knights thrust out their lances in unison. The holy light-infused tips of the lances easily pierced the orcs' bodies, which were no longer protected by stone skin, and sprayed up puffs of foul blood.

Under Ferdinand's command, the Eleventh Knights maximized their efficiency.

The Holy Light Mage Corps chanted in a high-pitched and unified tone, and the all-encompassing rain of holy light arrows, like a golden waterfall, precisely washed over the following echelons of orcs.

The light of healing magic flowed through the knights' ranks like water, rapidly healing previous injuries. As this effect subsided, the orc legion's casualties began to rise sharply, their lines were compressed tighter and tighter, and signs of defeat were already emerging.

Just as the main force of the orcs was completely suppressed by the two knightly orders, falling into a huge disadvantage and suffering heavy casualties—

Buzz...!

A deep, almost imperceptible hum, yet capable of directly shaking the soul, came without warning from the depths of the filthy swamp in the Blackwater Shores.

The entire battlefield, whether it was the soldiers fighting on the front lines or the legendary battles raging in the air, experienced an extremely brief moment of stillness.

A chilling, primal unease gripped every living being.

The next moment, something unexpected happened!

Throughout the battlefield, on the bodies of orc warriors who had just fallen and whose blood had not yet dried, especially those who were seriously wounded and on the verge of death or who had just died in battle, countless fine, eerie patterns emitting a dark purple-black light suddenly appeared!

These patterns spread and connected like living things, instantly forming a huge and complex magic circle pattern on the ground that covered a large part of the battlefield!

The core of the magic array is the center of the battlefield, which had been tacitly ignored by all parties.

That area where the dead are most deeply entrenched and resentment lingers.

"Ughhhh—!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, suddenly rang out.

The orc warriors who were seriously injured, on the verge of death, or had just breathed their last, had their bodies drained as if by an invisible force, their flesh and blood rapidly withering and shriveling.

One by one, the struggling, twisted, and painful, despairing, translucent phantoms of souls were forcibly peeled from their bodies!