The soldiers, upon hearing they would die, hastily begged for mercy.
"Professor, let's forget it. A beating will suffice. We truly dare not kill anyone."
One of the archaeology students spoke up first, and the other students around them nodded in agreement.
"Since you dare not, then don't fight. You'll actually kill someone later."
Zhou Lin smiled helplessly.
At this moment—
As if hearing exciting news, the soldiers, ignoring their pain, rushed towards the exit.
But after only a few steps, their heads were cleanly severed by something.
"Oh..."
"Holy crap."
The students and professors were stunned by the sudden turn of events. It was quite strange.
Why did he attack?
And what was with this white mist?
"It looks like the great one has arrived."
Zhou Lin had already gotten up from the ground, looking at the place where white smoke was billowing.
Captain Bai and the mercenaries shielded the archaeology team, their weapons held tightly.
The archaeology students stared at the white mist in terror.
In the livestream:
"This white mist looks so sophisticated. Is a big shot about to make an appearance? This looks so grand."
"What if something terrifying appears when the white mist dissipates?"
"No, you'll see a terrifying ghost face."
"What ghost face? What are you talking about? What time is it? Why haven't they woken up our professor? He's carrying stones right now."
"Shut up, do you have any right to speak here? You really think you're something, how detestable."
"Exactly. Haven't you seen if your professor is willing to be woken up? I think he's quite willing to be here doing this. You'd better keep quiet."
...
As the thick fog began to dissipate, and as everyone witnessed the scene before them, they gasped again.
"Hey, hey, what has this fog blown in?"
The metaphysics professor's face turned pale, and he swallowed with difficulty.
"It's blown in an army of thousands."
Captain Bai's mind conjured such words.
That's right, an army of thousands.
Opposite the archaeology team stood tens of thousands of soldiers, with a majestic general at the forefront, accompanied by two lieutenants.
Behind them were densely packed soldiers. At first glance, they resembled the ghostly soldiers of a phantom procession. Their faces were covered with silver masks, with mesh-like constructions for the eyes.
"Do you think they won't be able to see us?"
The students whispered.
"Yes, unless they're blind."
The student next to him replied softly.
Everyone watched the approaching army of thousands nervously.
In the livestream:
"Holy crap, they say lotuses bloom from mud, but here ghosts march from the white mist. How are we supposed to deal with this?"
"Where did these soldiers come from? How did they get here?"
"I really want to know what's going on. Can things be done like this?"
"By the way, can the boss's zombies fight ghosts? Won't they be bullied? They don't have an advantage in numbers, do they?"
...
"You have quite the nerve, daring to harm my people."
One of the lieutenants shouted at Zhou Lin.
"We harmed people, but you killed them. I won't take the blame for that. That's your business."
Zhou Lin looked at the general opposite him without any fear. The general was currently staring at them with a cold expression.
Even if they couldn't see it, they could feel the killing intent in his eyes.
"You artisans, are you trying to rebel? See how I deal with you."
"General, your subordinate requests permission to kill these lowly commoners who defy authority."
One of the lieutenants quickly cupped his hands, seeking the general's opinion.
"Hmm."
The general responded coldly.
Then, he watched as the lieutenant, mounted on a tall horse, charged towards Zhou Lin, a saber in his hand, closing in on Zhou Lin.
But Zhou Lin did not wait to be slaughtered. He picked up the Emei刺 he was holding and flung it, aiming directly for the lieutenant's neck.
A hole appeared in the lieutenant's neck, and he stood there stunned.
Finally, he vanished, leaving only his armor to prove he had been there.
This move stunned not only the archaeology team but also the approaching army of thousands.
What kind of attack was that? It was over just like that?
The general was the first to recover, his dark aura intensifying, as if a storm was brewing.
Finally, the general waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him surged forward.
Zhou Lin was not polite. He took out his Emei刺 and the Azure Dragon Sword, releasing the Qilin and Azure Dragon. However, when the soldiers saw the Qilin and Azure Dragon, they were only momentarily surprised.
But they showed no fear and continued to fight.
Zhou Lin never expected these fellows to be unafraid of divine beasts. There must be something fishy going on.
The addition of the Qilin and Azure Dragon greatly slowed the soldiers' advance, but their sheer numbers meant some still slipped through to the archaeology team's flank.
"Charge."
Captain Bai bit his finger, dotted his blood on his dagger, and then attacked the enemy.
The mercenaries began to engage, their fingertips, the place with the strongest Yang energy, creating holes in the soldiers.
In the livestream:
"Holy crap, a group battle! This is awesome, much more exciting than Go! But we're at a disadvantage in numbers."
"Nonsense, we're the ones at a disadvantage. Where are these soldiers coming from? They're endless, I'm so annoyed just looking at them."
"Haven't you realized something? Why are the divine beasts summoned by the great Zhou Lin not feared? What are these soldiers made of?"
"Holy crap, now that you mention it, I realize it. What's going on?"
"These soldiers appeared strangely, something must be wrong."
...
In the dean's conference room:
"Holy crap, we're at a disadvantage here. Can zombies catch ghosts?"
Professor Hu also had this thought. The situation was not right.
"What do you think? What are you thinking? Can ghosts and zombies be treated the same? How can they catch them? This is suicidal!"
Professor Wen looked at Professor Hu's demeanor and felt extremely annoyed.
"It's over, aren't the few being bullied?"
Professor Hu also felt his idea was unrealistic and decided to drop it. The possibility was slim.
"Not necessarily. I don't think Zhou Lin looks like he's out of options. We should trust Zhou Lin."
The dean looked at Zhou Lin and said with a slight smile.