The appearance of Ke Le, Huo Wu, and the others in the vast primordial forest instantly brought the lifeless woodland roaring to life.
Wave upon wave of Wandering Death Spirits closed in on Ke Le and Huo Wu's group with terrifying speed, forming encirclement after encirclement. They moved like phantoms—so fast that ordinary Tier 3 experts would be trapped before they could even react, forced into an endless struggle against the death spirits.
Ke Le, however, treated the encirclement as though it didn't exist. He simply barreled straight through, like a massive bear charging headlong—nothing in his path could so much as slow him down, and the Wandering Death Spirits couldn't stop him even if they wanted to. Huo Wu, by contrast, moved with the grace of an ethereal cat, effortlessly weaving through the death spirits' net and leaving them utterly unable to lay a finger on her.
As for Ke Le, Huo Wu, and the others, the dense death energy radiating from the Wandering Death Spirits seemed to affect them not at all—as though an invisible barrier shielded their bodies from its corrupting touch.
In just a short while, Ke Le and his group had drawn the attention of a full five to six hundred disciplined Wandering Death Spirits, all converging on their team.
Wandering Death Spirit — Undead Creature, High Lord, Level 115, HP: 45 million.
Elite Wandering Death Spirit — Undead Creature, Grand Lord, Level 116, HP: 120 million.
Fanatical Death Spirit — Undead Creature, High Grand Lord, Level 116, HP: 400 million.
Facing over four hundred Wandering Death Spirits, more than a hundred Elite Wandering Death Spirits, and a full six Fanatical Death Spirits, everyone present felt a chill run through them.
These Wandering Death Spirits were no ordinary monsters. In life, they had been warriors of the great cities, and even in death they retained all the skills they had possessed. Now, with several hundred gathered together, they had formed a battle formation. Though the formation was crude, it noticeably enhanced the death spirits' movement and reaction speed, while a faint mana barrier had materialized around their bodies—apparently bolstering both their defense and magical capabilities.
But that wasn't even the most terrifying part. The most fearsome thing was that the death spirits moved as though under command, their actions highly disciplined. Those bearing shields and melee weapons formed the front line, while those armed with bows and magic occupied the rear, advancing methodically toward their targets—not like wild monsters relying on simple swarm tactics.
"So this is what a Level 120 secret realm looks like?" The female knight Qing Hong stared at the army of monsters moving in tight military formation, her heart overwhelmed with shock.
She had long known that secret realms above Level 100 were extraordinary, but actually witnessing this scene still sent a wave of astonishment and dread through her. These monsters were already formidable on their own—their base stats surpassed players of the same tier. If they could also coordinate in battle like NPCs, the combat effectiveness of such a group would multiply severalfold—let alone the fact that these monsters boasted high defense and massive health pools.
Without numerical superiority on their side, they wouldn't stand a chance.
Infernal Roar furrowed his brow at the sight.
Individually, none of these monsters posed a real problem—not even the High Grand Lord-level Fanatical Death Spirits. But now, arranged in a battle formation with coordinated combat between them, the monsters' weaknesses were greatly minimized. Combined with their level advantage, without weapons and equipment that could ignore level disparities, even the experts of his Infernal Legion would be in for a grueling fight.
As for the might of these secret realm monsters, only Shi Feng among everyone present felt no surprise.
This was what real monsters looked like. This was the true combat power of creatures in the Divine Realm. Monsters before Level 100, and even those between Level 100 and 115, were merely there to help players continuously adjust and adapt. But once you reached Level 120, the Divine Realm would no longer accommodate the players—instead, it would be the players who had to adapt to it. The monsters you faced would be as real as living beings, each possessing unique traits. Without properly countering those traits, even same-tier expert players could be killed in a one-on-one fight.
This was precisely why Level 120 secret realms and team dungeons were the true treasure troves after advancing to Tier 3—they housed and dropped numerous ancient legacies and magic skill books.
As the army of death spirits pressed closer and the members of Dark Rhapsody and the Divine Council braced themselves for battle, Shi Feng reached into his inventory and withdrew the Gospel Ring, activating Miniature World without a moment's hesitation.
A terrifying surge of magic power—condensed from a full five thousand Magic Crystals—poured into the Gospel Ring, and the World Projection descended upon the battlefield.
In an instant, the menacing army of death spirits saw their stats plummet. Not only that, but their reaction speed and Constitution both dropped dramatically, weakening the death spirits' army by more than an entire tier.
The members of Dark Rhapsody and the Divine Council stared, dumbfounded.