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The weapon Brad used was a very ordinary one-handed sword. Judging by the blade, it resembled a rapier. Its width was not only far narrower than the greatsword Brent wielded, but even narrower than a typical one-handed sword.

When using it, one had to avoid direct clashes and instead look for openings to thrust it through.

Ethan wasn't sure whether Brad was channeling a special energy into the undead's bodies and then shattering their internal energy through precise control, or if the weapon itself had that effect.

If it was the latter, there wasn't much to worry about. But if it was the former, Brad's threat level rose significantly.

Casually cutting down another undead creature, Ethan looked down at the corpse at his feet, frowning.

Brad, who had been nearby, noticed Ethan's actions and paused. "Is something wrong?"

"A little."

From the beginning, Ethan had suspected that this matter was related to Beckford. After seeing such a large number of undead creatures and recalling what Wilson had done in the Sea of Calm, he became even more certain his speculation was correct.

"That guy went to such lengths to accumulate so many undead... would he really waste them like this?"

Looking around, Ethan suddenly understood the true purpose of these undead creatures.

"Brent, these undead are trying to split us up!"

Brent, who had been fighting on the front lines and checking on his comrades from time to time, had been charging back and forth and didn't have the energy or perspective to grasp the changes across the entire battlefield. Upon hearing Ethan's warning, he stopped, stepped onto slightly higher ground, and looked around.

Upon seeing the situation, Brent's face immediately turned grim.

The group of several hundred had already been scattered. He could no longer see the other captains. At this point, only Ethan and Brad's teams remained near him. The nearest group of other captains had been pushed several hundred meters away.

Undead creatures continued to emerge endlessly, attacking and surrounding everyone, using the chaos of battle to keep driving them apart. Even some of Brent's own men had been pushed far away, on the verge of becoming isolated.

"Regroup. Don't get separated."

Realizing the problem, Brent began shouting to his nearby comrades, directing them to regroup and avoid being scattered by the undead. But just shouting had little effect. Adventurers were already used to chaotic melees and instinctively sought favorable fighting positions while avoiding clusters of enemies. Even if they wanted to move toward Brent, most lacked the urgency to act on it.

"Damn it!"

Brent swung his greatsword harder and harder. Fierce flames ignited along the blade, making it look like he was wielding a giant torch. Even the residual shockwaves and sparks from his swings inflicted heavy damage on the undead.

Unleashing his full combat strength, Brent was unstoppable against these ordinary undead. While he couldn't immediately reach the groups farther away, he managed to pull together those who were closer.

Ethan had not drifted far from his team. Even in the chaos, they maintained good formation. Upon realizing the undead's intent, Ethan simply gave a signal, and everyone instinctively moved toward him.

Brad watched the entire process unfold. This not only raised his estimation of Ethan several notches, but also made him take Ethan's crew seriously—none of them were ordinary.

There was no need to mention the big guy. He had seen the undead attack him multiple times, but aside from his clothes getting torn, the man was unharmed, repeatedly tearing the creatures apart. Brad had no idea how the metal claws extended from his hands; he'd watched for a while and still couldn't figure it out.

The girl holding the animal surprisingly fought similarly. She ignored enemy attacks and countered mid-assault. This style was simple and brutal... and Brad couldn't think of a way to counter it.

Compared to them, the woman, while strong, was still within Brad's understanding. So far, he hadn't seen anything particularly unique about her.

But what caught Brad's attention the most was the other man. Carrying a long staff with a curved blade, he remained completely relaxed despite the surrounding undead, as if they didn't exist.

Perhaps, to him, they really didn't. Any undead that came close would instantly freeze into ice sculptures and then shatter into shards with the slightest touch.

"What powerful magic stone equipment."

Brad didn't know about magic. In his eyes, any powerful energy came from magic stone gear. It seemed this was a weapon made from a high-grade ice-attribute magic stone, and the man had mastered it to an advanced level, wielding its power effortlessly.

If Loki knew what Brad was thinking, he would surely mock him for being ignorant, using shallow knowledge to speculate on his deep strength and skill, and mistaking a regular staff for a rare treasure. Where did this bumpkin even come from?

What Loki wouldn't know was that Brad had pegged him as Ethan's "subordinate," which further raised Ethan's standing in Brad's mind.

"A powerful captain and a group of powerful companions... they won't stay in these waters for long."

In just a few seconds, Brad came to the clearest conclusion: it was best not to become enemies with Ethan.

Casually stabbing another undead, Brad led his team to join Ethan's group and then rendezvoused with Brent.

Once regrouped, they began pushing toward the nearest allies.

With a few powerful spearheads, their push was much smoother than before. With Ethan and Brad absorbing pressure from the sides and rear, Brent focused solely on charging forward. Under his lead, they quickly rescued nearby adventurer groups, though they couldn't reach those farther away.

"We may not make it in time."

Perhaps sensing Brent's intentions, the undead began frantically blocking their group. Meanwhile, the separated teams were forced even farther away by increasingly fierce attacks.

Worse still, a thick fog had risen at some point, greatly reducing visibility. They could no longer see what was happening in the distance.

In this situation, it was impossible to determine their allies' positions. Even if they wanted to charge forward, they didn't know which way to go.

"What now?"

Brent seemed to be asking for opinions, though it also sounded like he was talking to himself.

"Do we retreat to the shore now, or continue deeper inland?"

Ethan looked at the surroundings. The undead's attacks had subsided. Under the cover of fog, they were slowly retreating.

"They intended to separate us from the beginning."

Brent glanced around and finally made his decision—to continue advancing inland.

He had anticipated something like this before arriving. It was impossible to retreat just because of a little difficulty. He needed to understand what was happening here and, if possible, eliminate the threat entirely.

The captains who came with him were also mentally prepared. They were experienced adventurers. If they truly encountered something they couldn't handle, they would naturally act accordingly.

"Move forward."

After the delay, most of the undead had vanished. Only a few scattered ones remained nearby. Such small numbers posed no threat, though some would suddenly explode when approached, releasing strange death energy.

"Kind of like poisoning?"

Only one unlucky person got injured due to being too close, but after some observation, one of Brent's subordinates found a way to treat it.

After watching for a while, Ethan walked over to Selene.

"It's like negative energy mimicking an illness or poison. How are your Cure Disease skills?"

The Cure Disease and healing abilities of priests could counter this effect. While Selene wasn't a Holy Light believer, she had a thorough understanding of priest powers. Ethan had also acquired detailed training methods and notes from Varian.

"Not good. I can barely use Holy Light to treat surface wounds."

It wasn't that Selene's vampire nature was incompatible with Holy Light. Even undead in Azeroth could use it. The real issue was her lack of time and exposure. She hadn't yet truly mastered this miraculous power.

"Is this energy affecting you?"

Selene nodded. She was different from typical vampires. Having used Alexander Corvinus's blood and studied Holy Light, she was closer to a human. The overwhelming negative energy here did affect her.

"But it's also strengthened the Shadow energy inside me a little."

(To be continued.)

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