With each swing, Wang Xiaole effortlessly dodged the zombies' wildly flailing claws, cutting straight into the vulnerable foreheads of the zombies after a turn.

Whether his target was leaping up or jumping down, not a single strike missed.

Sometimes, he would be clearly slashing diagonally at a zombie's neck, but with just a slight shift in his stance, he would ghostly appear at the zombie's side, the strike landing precisely at the target's vital points;

and with the next strike, another zombie's life was taken.

When swordsmanship reached a certain level, there would indeed be a situation of natural understanding without any practice;

for instance, at this moment, Wang Xiaole had already perfectly fused his footwork and sword techniques together.

To many martial artists, footwork's role was just to maintain the desired distance, but in reality, this view was too simplistic;

for Wang Xiaole, footwork and attacking were two independent systems, not influencing each other like doing two things at once, yet actively coordinating;

each step he took was an attack, his strikes appeared to be blocked and anticipated, becoming old moves, but with a change in footwork, the attack would find its way to an opponent's unguarded opening.

While others were unaware of the number of zombies, Wang Xiaole saw it crystal clear, including the group of zombies behind, totaling around three hundred;

though this number seemed substantial, under the relentless attacks of two people, in no time the number dwindled to less than a hundred.

The two of them continued to advance towards the periphery of the zombies, then turned around to continue their onslaught, almost like a "three steps forward, three steps back";

but halfway through the massacre, an unexpected event occurred.

About dozens of zombies simultaneously leaped into the air, lunging towards the dark-veiled girl;

originally, the elemental attacks released by the girl would have been enough to instantly obliterate most of the zombies;

however, to their surprise, the remaining surviving zombies were now desperate, willing to sacrifice themselves in their reckless attempt to drag the girl down to hell.

One zombie leaped up, extending its dark claws directly towards the girl's back, its mouth grotesquely transforming into an unbelievable bloodied gaping maw,

large enough in size to swallow her head whole;

within that bloodied maw, there was a cluster of black pus that seemed to be boiling.

The black pus was a toxin, and more than that, a toxic magic.

Did zombies also have the ability to use magic?

While Wang Xiaole was taken aback, he swung his scabbard sideways, his figure gliding past the zombie like a gentle breeze, cleaving it into two halves instantly.

As it met its demise, countless wisps of pus sprayed downwards,

the zombies contaminated by the pus immediately emitted shrill cries of agony;

in an instant, their putrid yet resilient bodies were sizzling with the pus, revealing white bones in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xiaole had been focusing on that specific zombie, as after a brief observation, he identified it as the leader;

ever since he saw it issuing commands, Wang Xiaole set his sights on it.

Though it was much faster than the other zombies, it had been cautious, avoiding direct involvement in the combat;

and Wang Xiaole intended to understand this extraordinary zombie and what kind of abilities it possessed, hence refraining from attacking it;

the situation changed a moment ago when Wang Xiaole had initially not planned to intervene, but due to concerns for the girl's safety, he could no longer hesitate.

After all, Wang Xiaole believed that it was his own doing that involved the young girl in the white retrieval, and in reality, it had nothing to do with her.

Based on this, in the subsequent battles, the priority he confirmed was inevitably white > young girl > himself.

After being covered once, the young girl didn't say much, only expressing her gratitude shortly after with practical actions.

She spun like a spiral, extending her holy power several meters away as her figure shot up into the air, leaving behind destructively white-hot remnants.

Wherever the remnants passed, the terrified zombies all fell to the ground obediently;

The splattered crimson dyed the walls on both sides, connecting them into a mottled whole.

At the moment the girl's figure descended, the battle on this level was already declared over.

Wang Xiaole showed no intention of stopping for a breather; he immediately pulled the young girl and swiftly moved to a higher level.

The situation from the sixth to the ninth floor was not much different from the fifth, with soldiers mixed with monsters as well.

Before each fight, Wang Xiaole would have the young girl set up a soundproof barrier, allowing them to unleash their full potential in battle.

Although the types of monsters on each floor were different, and their numbers increased, it didn't offer much excitement to the two.

It wasn't until the tenth floor that things finally started to change.

The guards on this floor were not soldiers; there was no sign of any monsters. In their way stood a group of elite adventurers.

Adventurers in this world were mostly divided into two types, those with professions and those without.

The ones who were carefree, had been hired for short periods, and didn't rely on their employers for long-term wage payments were considered professional adventurers;

In a sense, these individuals were also called "treasure-seeking adventurers."

As for the group in front of them, acting like bodyguards, constantly dependent on their employer's whims, they were the non-professional bunch;

From a personal perspective, Wang Xiaole would rather refer to them in his heart as "lapdog adventurers."

Among these lapdog adventurers were professional swordsmen, mages, and warriors, enough to form a legion to be used externally.

Wang Xiaole felt a hint of pity for the employer of these professionals as they had spent a significant amount of money hiring them, and their lives would only last until that day.

The black-veiled girl didn't stop for a moment; she raised her right hand slightly, causing a fierce fire to rise and turn several charging warriors into fireballs.

Subsequently, the girl leaped up like a shooting star, slicing through the sky;

Before her figure even touched the ground, the flames she controlled surged forward, sending pale orange waves directly towards the two swordsmen in her sights.

After burning the two swordsmen to ashes, the opponents retaliated.

At that moment, everyone around felt a strong surge of magical power;

In the next instant, the tiles under Wang Xiaole's feet abruptly disappeared and turned into rolling lava.

Wang Xiaole's reaction was well-honed; though the sudden change was too abrupt, he remained unfazed;

He tightened his right wrist, releasing a burst of qi as he did so;

Then, he tapped his toe on a gust of wind to counteract the falling force, before tapping it again, launching himself back into the air with a nimble leap.

At this moment, he had already identified and locked in on the enemy attacking him.

It was a middle-aged magician with prematurely white hair, dressed quite plainly, holding a pale red magic wand in his right hand, gazing curiously into the sky.

In Wang Xiaole's observation, the magician appeared relaxed. Once again, he raised the magic wand;

A crimson spark blossomed at the tip of the wand, as the magician controlled a fire snake to shoot out and leave a streak of afterimages in the air, directly aiming at the target.

In response, Wang Xiaole extended his left arm horizontally, using the hilt of the sword to block the opponent's attack;

With a loud "boom," the fire snake dissipated like fireworks on the spot.

The timing of the magician casting lava burst was treacherous. When the "lava burst" took shape, Wang Xiaole's toes were less than half a meter away from the lava;

Although he timely slashed out a burst of air to dissipate the falling force, and leaped upward in another jump;

But at the moment he resisted the opponent's attack, his body was only about a meter away from the lava;

Due to previously dispelling the magician's fire snake, he hadn't had time to jump back to level ground and fell down again, straight into the molten lava below.

Upon detecting the sinister intentions of the magician, the girl stretched out her figure, preparing to go back to assist Wang Xiaole;

But just then, the senior swordsman saw the opportunity and simultaneously attacked the girl, preventing her from breaking free momentarily.

In the imagination of the adventurers, Wang Xiaole would soon be roasted to charcoal;

Of course, it was only in their imagination...

Just at the moment when Wang Xiaole was about to come into close contact with the lava, he suddenly thrust the scabbard downward, plunging the tip into the molten lava, then maintained a standing reverse spin.

He spun faster and faster, soon becoming like a gust of wind, swirling up all the surrounding magma with the scabbard, creating a fiery tornado.

This scene seemed quite mystical, but in reality, it was not so.

Wang Xiaole enveloped holy power in the scabbard, using it to insulate and absorb heat, combined with his rapid rotation to control the opponent's summoned lava.

After a brief moment, Wang Xiaole stepped on the slightly warm ground, appeared beside a warrior in a diagonal stab, and the fire sword fell like lightning.

The warrior never expected Wang Xiaole to be unharmed at this moment and even killed him on the spot, catching him completely off guard.

Before he could react, his body felt a sharp pain and involuntarily fell to one side.

Seeing Wang Xiaole unscathed, the girl went from shock to joy, her magical light once again shining brightly, dispersing all the silver sword rays attacking her almost simultaneously;

Next, the girl revealed her ruthless side, unleashing elemental power to kill a swordsman.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole leaped once again and rushed towards the frontline of the battle;

This move was too reckless and too dangerous. Just earlier, because both feet left the ground, he put himself in danger;

Normally, even a regular ranger should not make the same mistake in such a short time.

The magician who conjured the lava before glanced at this scene, raised the magic wand without hesitation, and released "Lava Burst" for the second time.