Chapter 689: Desperate Situation

"A flash of blood!" Shen Wuyai's blade swept across again, and a layer of blood appeared on Lin Feng's body, causing him to lose 30 health points per second.

"Stab the acupoints!" Su Lian's figure appeared behind him, her two daggers piercing into both sides of his spine.

"Earth-Splitting Slash!" Han Shan's greatsword slashed down again.

The four worked together seamlessly.

I held on for another five minutes.

In those five minutes, all sorts of skills exploded in the sky. Lin Feng's Wildfire Spear clashed with Shen Wuyai's longsword, crossed with Su Lian's twin daggers, clashed head-on with Han Shan's thick-backed broadsword, and smashed against Tie Wujiu's arm armor.

Where his spear swept, the ice cracked and the air distorted.

But Lin Feng's counterattack never stopped.

Every thrust of his prairie fire spear caused his opponents to hastily dodge.

Each successful parry stacks up the Glory passive, making the next attack even more devastating.

His footsteps darted and shifted in the void, the evasion bonus from Shadow Stepping made his figure unpredictable.

But his health bar still dropped below 50%.

"He's dying! He's dying!" someone shouted with ecstasy.

"Keep going! Don't give him a chance to breathe!"

At that very moment, Su Lian moved.

She had been waiting for this opportunity—【Blood Shadow Fatal Strike】, which locks onto enemies with less than 50% health and launches seven consecutive assassinations within the next second.

Her dark red eyes gleamed for a moment in the shadows, like a cat that had finally waited for its prey to show signs of fatigue.

She disappeared from the spot.

The first cut entered Lin Feng's left rib area, the dagger tip piercing the gap in the armor plate, drawing out a line of blood.

Lin Feng swung his gun backhand, the tip piercing through the afterimage; Su Lian was no longer there.

The second stab, delivered from directly below, was a reverse upward strike aimed at his lower abdomen.

Lin Feng pushed off with his feet, his body rising higher, the tip of the knife grazing his waist.

The third stab was made from behind, piercing below the shoulder blade, with the tip of the dagger sinking half an inch into the armor plate.

Lin Feng grunted and thrust the Wildfire Spear backward, but only managed to shatter an afterimage.

Seven cuts per second.

Su Lian's figure moved so fast that only a dark red afterimage remained, flashing back and forth above the clouds at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

She unleashed her full ghostly steps, leaving behind a three-second afterimage with each step, her true form weaving back and forth between these afterimages.

She transformed into a streak of blood-red light, her two daggers crossed, and stabbed vertically down on Lin Feng's head.

The seven hits exploded in an instant, and Lin Feng's health bar plummeted from 48% to 36%.

His body was slammed downwards as the seventh strike landed, and a visible shockwave rippled out from the void beneath his feet.

Su Lian's figure was like a ghost, her afterimages appearing everywhere on the battlefield, interfering with Lin Feng's ability to lock on.

But Lin Feng's perception was too strong. He swept the Wildfire Spear horizontally, and the blazing spear light shot out from the tip of the spear, heading straight for Su Lian's body.

Su Lian was forced to reveal herself and used her two daggers to block.

The spear's edge exploded on her dagger, and the enormous impact sent her flying.

"Su Lian!" Han Shan roared, activating Whirlwind Slash. He spun around, and a blood-red blade curtain formed around him, dealing 120% attack damage per second to all enemies within a ten-meter radius.

He was like a blood-red meat grinder, crashing straight into Lin Feng.

Lin Feng dodged to the side, but the blades still grazed his arm, leaving a deep crack on his dark gold armor.

Just then, a dark red iron chain popped out from Tie Wujiu's arm armor, heading straight for Lin Feng.

"Iron chains seize the air."

The iron chains entangled Lin Feng's Wildfire Spear. The strength assessment failed, and the immobilization effect lasted for one second.

However, Lin Feng's high resistance triggered, and the binding effect on him didn't even last for a fraction of a second before dissipating.

Tie Wujiu silently retracted the iron chain, and the blood mist on the arm armor thickened even more.

Shen Wuyai's narrow-bladed longsword was already slashing towards him.

Lin Feng parried with his spear, and sparks flew as their weapons clashed.

Shen Wuyai did not sheathe his blade. With a flick of his wrist, he created a 【returning edge】, and the blade slid down along the spear shaft, cutting straight at Lin Feng's fingers.

Lin Feng loosened his grip and then gripped it again. The Wildfire Spear spun half a circle in his palm, then the butt of the spear lashed out and struck Shen Wuyai's shoulder armor.

Shen Wuyai retreated several steps, creating ripples in the air beneath his feet.

Tie Wujiu charged in from the side, unleashing the 【Iron Mountain Continuous Fist】, a triple-armored heavy strike.

The first punch was aimed at Lin Feng's chest, but he dodged it by sidestepping. The second punch swept across, but he raised his gun to block it. The third punch, with 200% damage and knockback effect, slammed hard into the barrel of his gun.

Lin Feng was so shocked that he slid backward more than ten meters, leaving a long trail of air in the void.

Han Shan's mountain-collapsing attack was about to begin. He leaped up, raised his thick-backed broadsword high above his head, and slammed it down with all his might towards Lin Feng's location.

With a single slash, the blade's energy shattered all the clouds within a hundred-meter radius, the shattered clouds and ice crystals exploding in the air like a sudden blizzard.

Lin Feng burst out of the snow and mist, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His health continued to drop, losing another 10% in less than two minutes.

They held on for another four minutes.

His health was finally depleted.

But just as the health bar reached zero, the Blood Oath Waist Armor's Blood Oath Unbreakable skill was triggered.

A layer of golden light exploded from his waist, instantly restoring 30% of his health, and his health bar bounced back from zero to more than 20,000.

"He triggered the invincibility skill!" a demon sect expert shouted excitedly.

"Damn it, it even has a life-locking skill!"

"It's okay! Let's try again! He definitely can't take it!"

"One more round! Crush him!"

The members of the Demonic Sect cheered, and their attacks poured down even more frantically.

But Shen Wuyai remained silent, his narrow-bladed longsword gripped in his hand, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng's still calm face, silently praying in his heart.

Hopefully, this higher-ranking apostle's hero skills won't be healing-related.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome.

Lin Feng stood in the eye of the storm, the Wildfire Spear swirling in his hand like a dragon, its shadow deflecting attacks from all directions.

His fighting spirit remained high, and every shot he fired carried a sharp killing intent.

But as he watched his newly recovered health points steadily decrease under the onslaught of the crowd, a strange thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Is this what it feels like to be completely exhausted?

He had never experienced this feeling before since entering the nightmare world.

From the initial Awakener to the Nightmare Baron, to the dimensional war, and then to the establishment of the Pure Land, he has won so many victories that he has almost forgotten what defeat tastes like.

But now, facing the siege of thirty-five experts who had broken through the void, his health bar was visibly dropping, and his power was being drained away bit by bit with each counterattack.

"He's done for! His health bar is dropping again!" a demonic sect expert shouted excitedly.

"Give it your all! He can't hold on much longer!" another expert shouted, his voice filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a close call.

"So what if you're a high-ranking apostle! You'll still be worn down by us!" The third expert laughed loudly, slashing with even more force.

Cheers rose and fell from the crowd, like a flock of crows pecking at their prey that was about to fall.

Shen Wuyai's blade drew ever closer, Su Lian's dagger was already pressed against his back, Han Shan's broadsword fell down, and Tie Wujiu's iron chains wrapped around his ankles.

Lin Feng's health was almost depleted again, and this time, the cooldown of Blood Oath had not yet finished.

As he watched the barrage of swords and fists raining down, a slight smile crept onto his lips.

We've truly reached a dead end.