The spy of Longya Principality

The so-called Holy Light is, in fact, just one of the magical elements of the light system, not much different from the fire and water systems. However, just as water can extinguish fire, light can naturally dispel darkness.

From its inception, the Holy Light, positioned to counter undead and magical creatures, often exhibits effects that are ten times or more powerful when faced with such targets!

Yet, how could Night San Geng, a freshly resurrected undead with a soul energy limit of only 20, withstand the onslaught of the Holy Light Storm, even though it is considered a formidable weapon within the light system?

Night San Geng watched helplessly as the Holy Light Storm lifted the goblins like autumn leaves, soon sweeping towards him. His expression turned grim:

"My goblin bounties haven't been redeemed yet!"

With a swish, a silvery light cut across Night San Geng, followed by a violent whirlwind that tossed him high into the air, soaring more than ten meters!

In addition to the light system, the Holy Light Storm also incorporated the magic of the wind system, which accounted for its terrifying nature.

The light system eradicated undead and magical creatures, while the wind system provided certain physical damage, crucially with an extremely wide attack range. With just one move, the original battlefield looked like it had a goblin rain, continuously falling from the sky.

The lighter goblins suffered even more than Night San Geng. They were blown up to a height of at least twenty meters, ensuring that their only outcome upon landing was death. Coupled with their various scattered weapons, the entire battlefield now emanated an indescribable odor of blood mixed with excrement.

With a thud, Night San Geng landed on all fours, but he heard a faint crackling sound from his left arm, causing him to frown.

Utilizing the wind-sensing he mastered during wind-walking practice significantly reduced the severity of his fall injuries. However, what surprised him was that the Holy Light had not caused any harm to him!

Even Old Gu seemed unharmed, aside from being unable to stand up after falling and having two broken ribs protruding from his chest. This was illogical!

"Could it be a fake Holy Light?" Night San Geng shook his head. He could distinguish what the Holy Light looked like. Unless...

Disguise!

He remembered the disguise function in the Undead Mark, which required a significant consumption of his own soul energy. It seemed that besides shielding undead aura, it also had the ability to resist the Holy Light!

Otherwise, why would it be called a disguise if it revealed itself under the Holy Light? Wouldn't "shielding" be a more appropriate term?

"Hiss!"

Night San Geng took a sharp breath. This was extraordinary, not fearing the Holy Light as an undead!

And even his minions weren't afraid!

Incredible!

He suddenly felt warmth and hope filling his undead existence.

"Hmm..."

Regaining his senses, Night San Geng heard a muffled groan behind him. Turning around, he saw Iron Axe lying on the ground, holding Poison Blade, Baozi Meimei, and the tall Song Ta beside him.

With just a glance, Night San Geng understood what had happened.

Iron Axe had actually carried his teammates during the Holy Light Storm, using his own body as a buffer!

Fortunately, this action prevented them from flying too high. However, this was not something an ordinary person could endure!

Watching Iron Axe with broken ribs protruding from both sides of his chest, blood flowing all over, and his breath gradually weakening, Night San Geng's brows furrowed.

While looking into the distance, where the Holy Light Storm was blowing from, he saw three unfamiliar figures.

The three were clad in gold-edged silver armor, each riding a majestic horse, and staring intently in their direction.

Among those still standing, there was also an elderly spirit.

She had thrown her black hammer aside and was now squatting on the ground, using both hands to press on the chest of the red-armored mercenary captain, Red Maple.

Unexpectedly, this guy managed to survive, although he looked no better than Iron Axe.

"Save him!"

With faint white light emanating from her hands, the elderly spirit weakly looked towards the newcomers.

"Ong..."

With the Holy Light entering his body, Iron Axe suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. This startled Night San Geng.

But what surprised him even more was that the two people suddenly stood up, drew their long swords, wearing expressions of suspicion and uncertainty.

"Demon?!"

"No, if it were a demon, the Holy Light Storm would have torn him apart. Just now, the Holy Healing only couldn't penetrate his body. It seems his body is resisting external energy." The man shook his head.

"However, I've never heard of such a physique. Look at how his injuries are gradually healing on their own! My God! This..."

While they observed, Iron Axe's wounds began closing gradually, and even the broken ribs slowly retracted. However, Iron Axe himself became increasingly emaciated.

The two exchanged glances, their breathing becoming more rapid.

"This person must be taken away!"

Night San Geng's face turned cold as he stood between them.

"What do you want to do with my friend?" His voice was loud enough for Weng Ling on the other side to hear. Indeed, she quickly rushed over.

"Why the commotion?"

The golden-haired man, exceptionally handsome and wearing gilded black armor, looked like a prince. However, he seemed somewhat out of place with a birdcage in his hand, containing a black cat sleeping inside.

The woman first lowered her head and then approached to report softly. Night San Geng also explained to Weng Ling briefly.

"What?! A dragon person?"

The golden-haired man frowned and looked at Iron Axe, who was lying on the ground.

This sloppy and seemingly weak man was actually a dragon person?

Moreover, wasn't the Dragon Cliff Kingdom tens of thousands of miles away from here? How did he end up here?

And could dragon people be so weak? A trainee adventurer in his thirties?

"Sir, we suspect he is a spy sent by the Dragon Cliff Kingdom. Please allow us to arrest him and take him back to the church for thorough interrogation!" The man said, cupping his hands.

"No!"

Weng Ling glanced at Night San Geng, then spoke firmly, "He is a friend of my friend, and you can't take him away!"

Night San Geng immediately covered his eyes in pain. This foolish woman was about to trick him again...