Pillar of Yita

Xiangzi pressed his hat with one hand, leaped downward, but did not plummet straight as people imagined. Instead, he made a sudden halt before landing.

At the same time, the Magic Guided Wand in his hand glowed slightly, and a ring of shock wave spread out from below his coat, kicking up snow dust, sending the approaching Revenants flying outward, forming a radial circle.

”Wow!” Lan Wuxin and the others gasped. They realized he was a Magic Guided Conductor, but they’ve never seen anyone strike such a cool pose.

Only Fang Hong on the ship understood what Xiangzi was up to, merely using Power Magic to lift himself. He shook his head and calmly reminded over the communication channel, ”Be careful of overheating.”

However, before the words were even finished, he saw Xiangzi suddenly fall from mid-air with an ”Ah!” and plunge into the snow below. Luckily, he wasn’t high off the ground, and the deep snow cushioned his fall, preventing injury.

The latter spat out ice shards while crawling out of the snow pit, picked up his hat nearby, shook off the snow, put it back on, and adjusted its position.

By this time, the surrounding Revenants had wobbly risen again. Xiangzi turned, pointing his Magic Guided Wand forward, and the Magic Guided Reactor behind him suddenly became extremely bright. Due to his dual practice of sword and wand, he solely pursued Magic Power Output, and after Fang Hong’s modifications, his Magic Guided Reactor’s output became exceedingly extreme.

Besides the tendency to overheat, there were virtually no issues.

As the magic waves flashed, the Revenants in the direction he pointed flew out horizontally.

At that moment, Xiangzi turned back, and no one even saw how his left hand unsheathed the sword. All they saw was a silver flash as the slender sword pierced the head of a pouncing Revenant, making it collapse to the ground seamlessly.

He didn’t even cast a glance at the corpse, elegantly swirling his sword before sheathing it, only then looking towards the people.

”Watch out be—” Lan Wuxin suddenly stopped talking.

Because he saw a solid, curved ice ridge conjure a wide Ice Wall with a ”huh” sound behind the youth, separating him and the Revenants with a fang-like ice wall.

On the platform above.

Miss Natural Historian wiped her snowflake-covered glasses at the ship’s edge, looked at her masterpiece below, and exhaled softly, hurriedly closing her book.

Fang Hong couldn’t help but commend, ”Gita, your ’Anstali Great Glacier’ is getting more proficient.”

Of course, he understood Gita’s limitless potential but needed more encouragement due to her introverted nature.

As expected, Miss Natural Historian was slightly pleasantly surprised and stammered, ”No... it’s nothing.”

Only Xiangzi below tapped the ice ridge with his sword hilt, muttering, ”Unnecessary,” then looked at the others again. Having experienced the dramatic scene earlier, the others were still a bit unresponsive—Xiangzi waved at them, ”What are you dawdling for, come over.”

He was not accustomed to interacting with outsiders, imitating either Lonely White Field or Fang Hong in speech and actions, and was apparently in Lonely White Field mode now.

However, those people were utterly confused, given his landing technique was astonishingly smooth, though his later stumble into the snow was a letdown. But that clean, swift sword and the ice wall later had them baffled again.

Was this person a Magic Guided Conductor or a Swordsman?

Furthermore, they assumed it was an Elementalist’s spell, but for an Elementalist to cast such a large-scale spell required a level worth revering.

Even Lan Wuxin couldn’t help but step forward and ask, ”...May I ask who are you?”

”That’s not important,” Xiangzi feigned indifference, waving his hand, ”The Captain just sent me to lend you a hand.”

The people were amazed and skeptical upon hearing this, questioning how impressive their Captain must be if a team member was already this formidable. They couldn’t help but think of the earlier scene, looking up, but Fang Hong had left the ship’s edge long ago, the spot now empty.

This, however, only made them feel even more enigmatic—the undead below swarmed them, leaving them helpless, yet the opposing side deemed only sending this youth down as sufficient.

What kind of grandeur was this?

But Xiangzi knew nothing of their misconceptions; he was merely habitually showing off.

The people didn’t know Fang Hong had only sent Xiangzi down first, with others to follow. Though the Revenants were low-level, they were too numerous for Xiangzi alone to handle.

Don’t be fooled by his Force Field Spell sweeping a large area; it only caused about ten points of falling damage, and Revenants had as much as 200 Life Points (undead generally had high life points due to their differing existence from living beings). By the time he finished them all, his Magic Guided Reactor would be depleted several rounds over.

Not to mention the mindless Drowned Corpses were controlled by Corpse Ghosts, which were even harder to deal with. The Waterborne Corpse Ghosts of Tibial Creek were much higher level than the ones below Fenris.

But miraculously, after Gita cast her spell, Fang Hong found, just like previous times, the Corpse Ghosts realized they were tough opponents and summoned their undead minions to retreat into the forest.

He left first because there was an ’uninvited’ guest in the lower cabin; since the danger here was resolved, he, being the Captain, naturally had to check on Bakins and Luo Yu’s situation.