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Lin dismissed the abyss demon's temptations with cold indifference. Approaching within fifty meters of the monstrosity, he halted, his eyes alight with a strategic gleam. "The abyss's doors may beckon, but I walk my own path," Lin retorted to the unseen voice goading them from the darkness.
Xia Xue, understanding the depth of Lin's resolve, silently joined his side, her trust in his judgment unwavering.
"Why halt here?" Feng Xiu, Zuo Mei, and the others gathered, curiosity etched on their faces.
"It's time," Lin whispered, a faint smile playing on his lips as he gestured forward.
In a spectacular display, a hundred skeleton warriors materialized, their formation tight and imposing like an undead legion poised for battle.
"Such numbers!" the onlookers gasped, marveling at Lin's command over his army. "This class...is formidable!"
As the skeletons surged forward with uncanny speed, even Zuo Mei, a master of agility, felt her own swiftness paled in comparison. The battlefield turned into a scene of spectral assault as Lin's undead forces clashed with the Felin orc warriors.
"Skills!" At Lin's silent command, the skeletal army's blades glowed ominously red, striking with coordinated precision. Each orc warrior met a barrage of attacks, their monstrous forms barely withstanding the onslaught.
Despite the abyssal taint bolstering their foes, the skeleton warriors' relentless assault soon brought the first of the orc warriors to its knees, granting Lin a surge of experience and proving his theory correct.
The battlefield erupted with the sound of explosions, each detonation scattering the orc warriors like leaves in a storm. Lin's meticulous strategy left the field littered with the fallen, his own experience bar tantalizingly close to the next level.
"Is it over?" the crowd murmured in disbelief, their earlier despair replaced by a mix of awe and hope. "Such power... Is this the might of a Necromancer?"
Even as Wang Zihao lamented his own fate, the gathering's attention was riveted on Lin, their spirits buoyed by his demonstration of sheer force.
But the abyss was not yet done. As a new wave of monsters descended, spurred on by a weaker, spiteful cry from the demon, Lin set his sights on a darker prize—the shadow upon the blood moon.
With a calculated precision, he orchestrated a final, defiant act against the abyssal menace. Skeleton warriors launched a corpse toward the moon with Lin in tow, a daring gambit that drew a panicked outcry from the demon.
"What madness drives you?" the demon screeched as Lin, silent and deadly, approached the shadow with a glare that could freeze the very depths of the abyss.
The explosion rocked the night sky, a scream tearing through the void as Lin unleashed the Soul Flame, a skill that scorched the very essence of its target.
"How... What dark art is this?" the demon wailed, its form writhing under the relentless assault of Lin's soul-burning flame.
Lin's relentless attack continued, each Soul Flame further weakening the abyssal shadow, until only feeble screams remained. Lin, the silent arbiter of the abyss's despair, proved once more the depth of his power and the unyielding spirit of a Necromancer.