Looking at Jasper’s spirited appearance, many players began to retreat. Although they are not afraid of death, they can’t just die in vain ! Their resurrection count is limited over time, and once exceeded, they can only wait for it to recover slowly. By then, they’ll be stuck browsing player forums, which is far too boring for them. Especially now, during the new version expansion, most players don’t want to be left behind by others. Moreover, quite a few well-known professional players just died at the hands of this Golden Rank Lizardman. They all thought Jasper was done for and were ready to land the final blow. Who knew Jasper would suddenly rise again? "Luckily, I listened to you; otherwise, I’d have ended up there again!" Mo Yun looked with lingering fear at Jasper, who was displaying his might nearby, and said to Zhao Zhao beside him. While speaking, he cut down a goblin that came rushing in, screaming. This creature is troublesome, frequently running out from the nearby bushes, short in stature and hard to notice. And for some reason, these goblins all charged at Mo Yun, showing no interest in Zhao Zhao. "I didn’t think it would be so simple to achieve the first kill of a Golden Rank BOSS, but I also didn’t expect it to be this overwhelming." Zhao Zhao shook his head, looking at the Lizardman Warrior Jasper. He had already seen the special status on Jasper from the regional channel. One could only say that in this state, Jasper was unstoppable, killing anyone who stood in his way. At least, the players had no means against Jasper. In fact, players had prepared quite a few special magic items for this battle. Besides magic bombs and magic crossbow arrows, there were even insidious items like poison. Earlier, Jasper had suffered a huge loss because of these, having never seen so many bizarre items before! But now, after roughly understanding the players’ tactics, Jasper was much more confident. Especially after receiving that special power blessing from the world, the players’ attacks, which barely harmed Jasper before, now had no effect at all. Therefore, Jasper’s speed in killing players increased by another level. "Let’s assess the situation first!" Zhao Zhao thought for a moment and said to his teammates nearby: "Even though we can’t handle this Golden Rank Lizardman, the Floating City hasn’t made a move yet." "Even if Lis doesn’t take action, just a few strong ones from Floating City could solve... him, right?" As Zhao Zhao spoke, he suddenly began to feel less confident. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in the strength of Floating City’s Golden Rank professionals, but Jasper’s state was just too extreme. Besides the Undead Mage Calvo, who knows if Lis sent anyone else over. Now, the battlefield situation was a bit different. Jasper was mercilessly slaughtering players on one side, while on the other side, players were equally massacring Isaac’s Alliance of Tribes. For the Alliance of Tribes, Leader Rank warriors were still doing okay, with not too many casualties. Thanks to the numerical advantage, each Leader Rank strong person of the Alliance of Tribes had several warriors assisting in the siege against the players. However, the Bronze Rank warriors were suffering severe casualties. Dealing with an individual player is manageable, but facing well-coordinated player battle teams, the casualty rate skyrockets. After all, players have diverse professions, especially the big guilds’ player teams, which have excellent profession coordination. Facing such player teams, the Alliance of Tribes found it difficult to siege and kill the players. Among them, the caster players caused the most damage under protection. The Alliance of Tribes had never faced such a situation before and couldn’t react in time. Just as the battle situation was tense, a figure appeared mid-air above the battlefield. Calvo watched the frenzied slaughter below, focusing primarily on Jasper. He knew very well that this Golden Rank Lizardman was the most troublesome existence here. As long as he was dealt with, their side of the battlefield could sweep across effortlessly. Meanwhile, Calvo’s gaze lingered on the players for a moment. As an undead mage, the existence of the undead was extremely mysterious to him. On his way to Legend, Calvo understood more about the greatness of life and death. And the undead, this special existence, Calvo had never thought there would be such an anomaly. He was also quite sure that never before in Gaia World had there been a large-scale intervention in the domain of life and death like the undead. The Pan-Continent Mage Association’s database also bore no record of this. In theory, the undead should fall under the jurisdiction of that ancient Death God, Yeager. Yet he often observed the undead in secret and never noticed anything beyond their bizarre actions and behavior. Perhaps Lord Lis knew what was going on; otherwise, he wouldn’t focus so much on these undead. Calvo quickly collected his thoughts, despite his curiosity about the hidden nature of the undead, now was not the time to research these things. In the eyes of everyone on the battlefield, Calvo seemed like a demon crossing over from the Netherworld. The edges of his gray robe fluttered gently in the wind yet carried a sinister stillness and coldness, revealing contempt for life and an eagerness for death. A powerful and chilling magic power erupted from Calvo, like a surging undercurrent, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant. This magic carried the aura of death and decay, causing the air it passed through to seemingly condense into ice, chilling to the bone. The battlefield was already a scene of brutal carnage. Bodies of the Alliance of Tribes and players lay sprawled across the ground, the forest floor stained with blood, and the air thick with the stench of iron. However, as the undead magic spread, these bodies began to undergo subtle changes. Their eyes suddenly opened, flickering with eerie green flames, and their bodies rose awkwardly to their feet. At the same time, a faint gray mist began to permeate across the battlefield. This mist intertwined with the blood mist in the air, forming an eerily strange spectacle. The gray mist seemed to hide countless undead wraiths, who roamed through it, emitting low groans and wails, sending chills down one’s spine, blurring the line between life and death. The undead creatures appearing on the battlefield were mainly skeleton soldiers and walking corpses, trudging in the direction of the Alliance of Tribes. These once valiant soldiers had now become mindless undead, with pale, lifeless skin, still clothed, and gripping their weapons from when they were alive. These undead, resurrected by Calvo, perhaps due to having just died, hadn’t lost much strength. They retained their combat instincts and some strength from when they were alive, devoid of wisdom but their desire for slaughter more pure and intense. They roared silently, launching an attack on the Alliance of Tribes. Witnessing this, terror swiftly spread among the Alliance of Tribes. They had never seen so-called undead creatures, and this sight was their greatest horror! They once fought alongside these warriors, now facing their transformed eerie selves in terror and despair as if a plague spread across the army. "How disgusting, so our bodies can also turn into zombies!" Mo Yun whispered as she looked at the undead passing by her. For a girl like her, it was a shocking scene. If it was the enemy, fine, she would definitely smash them. But now, these undead were still considered their teammates, not attacking them under Calvo’s control. Mo Yun stepped back a few steps, losing all interest in continuing the fight. Calvo directed half of the undead towards Jasper’s direction; dealing with this guy was the current priority. Gazing at Jasper, who was furious at his companions being turned into undead, Calvo spoke in a deep voice: "I will use your blood as a trophy for our esteemed master!"