Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

The eerie music continuously echoed, penetrating the ice, as the eyes of the frozen Curse Sect believers ignited with a dark red ghostly light.

The ice pillars shattered, and the followers of the Curse Sect broke free from the ice.

The majority of the Curse Sect followers lost their lives in Bai Jin’s [Blizzard], but a peculiar power dragged their souls into their bodies.

Under the influence of that special magic, they now resembled puppets granted life. They retained some self-awareness and could control their bodies to a certain extent, yet they would never defy the one pulling their strings.

Nevertheless, defiance was unnecessary.

To continue fighting for the Curse Sect’s cause after death was their lifelong wish.

Some followers even regretted surviving in secret.

The [Undead Concerto] was magic that controlled the dead in battle, though the Song Yangs didn’t quite like this skill.

Every believer was a vital resource within the Curse Sect.

Many activities, such as recruiting new followers and preparing supplies, required living people.

When important believers died in battle, driving their corpses to fight was a last resort.

Bards were not Spirit Manipulators; they could only maintain a trace of self in followers at the first death. Afterwards, the dead would become walking corpses, gradually rotting.

Bards were responsible for the [Curse Sect]’s intelligence gathering work and didn’t have time to maintain these corpses.

After this battle, the dead followers would forever return to dust, leaving only their souls for Spirit Manipulators to use.

The bards felt great regret, no matter how many blessings they cast on the followers, for ultimately failing to save them all.

The bards could only make use of these walking corpses, mobilizing them to launch attacks in hopes of changing the situation.

The members of the Curse Sect who broke free from the ice, whether Living Dead or not, all roared and charged at Yang Yu and the others with bared fangs and claws.

The black giant shark near Iyas also seemed summoned by something, splitting into two, then four, with its volume decreasing exponentially while the quantity increased sharply.

Lacking quality, they planned to win by quantity.

However, waiting for them was Bai Jin, who inserted his magic wand into the ground to release Electric Magic.

Being swept away by Bai Jin’s [Blizzard] like that, how could these shadows withstand Bai Jin’s powerful Electric Magic, instantly turning into black smoke?

This suicidal attack was not meaningless; it was covering the attack of the Living Dead.

As the Living Dead attacked, Yang Yu, unhurried, easily blocked Moli’s giant sword, attempting once more to persuade her:

”As expected of the Curse Sect, you even have such skills, but you are already at the end of your strength. I ask you again, do you want to surrender?”

Faced with Yang Yu’s ”contempt,” Moli became more furious, her giant sword clashing fiercely with Yang Yu once more,

”No matter how many times you say it, I won’t change my faith, nor will I give you the information about the dwarves.”

”Then there’s no choice.”

Yang Yu’s figure blurred, allowing the massive giant sword to sweep past him, pounding into the ground and creating waves of rubble.

Moli executed [Taunt], and an invisible force drew Yang Yu’s body to attack Moli.

Twisting her body, Moli let Yang Yu’s attack land heavily on her armor, then raised her giant sword and smashed it down fiercely on Yang Yu’s head.

Moli didn’t expect that at this moment, thorns would suddenly grow rapidly from the crevices of the rubble.

These thorns did not immediately wrap around Moli’s body but interwove mid-air to form a sturdy rope.

As the saying goes, a single chopstick can be easily broken, but ten sticks together remain unbreakable.

After strengthening, the skill [Thorny Bindings], Yang Yu was becoming increasingly adept at manipulating the thorns he created.

He had spent considerable time consciously training the thorns.

A single thorn could only withstand so much pulling, but if many thorns were braided together like a rope, they would gain unimaginable tenacity.

Unfortunately, weaving the grown thorns together required high concentration, and there was a limit to the number of thorns that could grow in one area.

Now, weaving out such a rope was the limit for Yang Yu.

But this thick thorn rope was woven together according to methods recorded in the All Things Library, possessing unimaginable toughness. Even the Family Head as strong as the Blood Lion might need several seconds to fully remove this thorn rope.

Not without drawbacks though; bundling all the thorns into one mass took time, and having them tied together affected their release speed, risking evasion.

Facing agile opponents, the ordinary [Thorny Bindings] was more practical and convenient.

For this moment, Yang Yu had long calculated the timing to release [Thorny Bindings].

In e-sports matches, the most relaxed time for players is the few seconds before a life-saving skill finishes cooling down.

Many habitually think that as long as they hold a life-saving skill, they can escape danger or achieve a counter-kill, unaware that this mentality can also be exploited, costing them their advantage.

Yang Yu specifically aimed for the few seconds before Moli’s [Rapid Charge] finished cooling down to release [Thorny Bindings], distracting Moli with his words beforehand.

By the time Moli noticed this thick and tough rope, it was already too late; the Heavy Armor Warrior had no way to dodge Yang Yu’s thorn rope at such close range.

The thorn rope wound around Moli’s arms like a barbed python, and with a force, the trajectory of Moli’s giant sword aiming at Yang Yu deflected.

Yang Yu stood motionless, allowing Moli’s giant sword to brush past his body, cutting off one or two strands of hair.

This tenacious thorn rope next wrapped around Moli’s waist, wound around her thighs, and finally plunged into the ground, rendering Moli immobile and exposing all her vulnerabilities.

”Damn it!”

Just as Moli thought Yang Yu intended to launch another fierce attack to take her life, Yang Yu instead used a [Protective Assistance Charge] to stand atop He Meng, who had transformed into a wall.

”Switch opponents,” Yang Yu called out simply to Bai Jin and the others, then commanded He Meng, ”He Meng, transform into a slingshot.”

”Here we go again,” He Meng muttered internally at Yang Yu’s words but nevertheless followed his request, swiftly transforming, her top caving in to create a space. A flexible strap was positioned in the center of this area.

To ensure Yang Yu could bounce out smoothly, He Meng also created a long launch belt for him.

Yang Yu rapidly retreated, instantly tensing the strap behind him, storing energy.

”He Meng, adjust the trajectory.”

He Meng maintained Yang Yu’s position while aiming the slingshot at the incoming Curse Sect followers.

As he freed his feet, Yang Yu was launched by the massive slingshot at an unimaginable speed, shooting out like a cannonball.