Sporadic attacks still landed on Kalis, but their frequency had become sparse.
After a moment, the demoralized Shadow Claw members finally stopped attacking. While Kalis's name remained crimson as blood, that earth-yellow Crystal Barricade was still intact; not a single crack appeared.
Filled with reluctance and resentment, they waited in place for the disengage countdown to end, then crushed their Return Scrolls one after another and returned to Drakenspire City.
Before leaving, some players bent down to pick up the gear dropped by their teammates, trying to recover some of their losses.
Kalis didn't waste any time either. He bent down to loot the battlefield supplies—after all, these were the spoils of his long and hard-fought battle.
Several Epic-glowing pieces of gear on the ground were all tucked into his inventory. Unfortunately, he didn't find any Legendary or Mythic items. He figured that even if there had been any, Shadow Claw's core members would have already retrieved them beforehand.
"Off you go, off you go."
The defeated members of Shadow Claw gradually returned to the city and left Godfall Basin.
This time, Shadow Claw had dispatched 25,000 core members, plus 5,000 mercenaries from the Ironwake Guild, totaling 30,000 troops.
Although many had been killed by the Wraith General earlier, most could be revived on the spot, so their numbers hadn't dwindled drastically. It wasn't until Kalis appeared that they suffered a devastating defeat.
Before long, most of the players around the crater had left. Only a handful remained, but they didn't intend to keep fighting. Instead, they gathered to whisper, "Provoking such a terrifying player, this guild is completely finished. We might as well leave as soon as possible!" With that, they opened the guild interface on the spot, clicked to quit, and became solo players before crushing their Return Scrolls and leaving.
Watching this scene, Kalis couldn't help but find it amusing. "I was so focused on fighting that I forgot to shout the classic 'Quit the guild and be spared' slogan. What a mistake." He shook his head, feeling a little regretful.
"Quit the guild and be spared" was an iconic declaration in the game world when a hostile force held an absolute upper hand. Having suppressed 20,000 troops alone, killed over 10,000 enemies, and forced back core leaders like Zevran, his brilliant record was already an absolute victory. Failing to shout that slogan was truly a pity.
"Oh well, I'll make up for it next time. Anyway, they'll have to build a guild residence sooner or later. When that happens, I'll go outside the residence and cast Stellar Wind and Meteor Shower, turning their land upside down. Shouting the slogan then will be even more imposing!" Kalis thought to himself.
In truth, after this battle, his grudge against Shadow Claw had been resolved. As long as they didn't provoke him again, he had no desire to bully them, except for Vaelen! That guy had publicly insulted him in the theater announcement. This hatred was comparable to an irreconcilable blood feud, and he would never let it rest!
"Kalis! Kalis! How's it going over there? I saw Shadow Claw's main force all return to the city, easily ten to twenty thousand people!" Lenore's worried voice sounded in the party channel.
Kalis hadn't left the party when he left Drakenspire City and was still in a group with the others. Fortunately, the distance was too great for his Sin Points to spread to his teammates.
In response to the question, Kalis only replied with four words: "Complete victory."
"Oh my god, that's incredible!" Eira's exclamation followed immediately.
"Taking on twenty thousand people alone and winning a complete victory? Kalis, you're the strong one I'll follow for the rest of my life! The left side next to you is mine, no one else can have it!" Lenore shouted excitedly in the party.
"Then I want the right side!" Eira joined in the fun.
Kalis sighed and complained: "Save it, you two. Stop fooling around here." The three joked around in the channel for a while, and Kalis took the opportunity to collect all the gold coins, silver coins, and valuable items scattered across the battlefield.
"Um... Kalis, did you get their Guild Residence Token?" Mireya suddenly asked softly.
"Not yet. The BOSS is still alive, and its HP is almost full," Kalis glanced at the Wraith General in the center of the crater and replied truthfully.
Mireya sighed regretfully: "That's such a shame. I heard the Crimson Lotus and Oath of Sky guilds are offering 100 million gold coins for the Guild Residence Token. If you could get it, you'd become a billionaire instantly!"
Kalis shrugged: "I don't necessarily have to steal someone else's. This BOSS looks tough, but honestly, it's not that impressive. I plan to try soloing it, maybe I can just drop this 'small goal' directly."
Although this Level 108 Mythic BOSS Wraith General Nethalos had a whopping 12 million total HP, even more terrifying than the Sorceress Lilith, judging from the previous battle, its skills were nothing more than piercing attacks, sweeps, and dropping a huge spear from the sky. Such damage was easily manageable by Crystal Barricade.
And the BOSS's survivability was clearly inferior to Lilith's, without that weird shield that could directly negate damage. Therefore, Kalis was full of confidence in winning the solo battle!
"Soloing? Kalis, that's not fair! You're fighting the BOSS without us!" Eira protested loudly. As a hidden class with a Divine inheritance, she loved challenging powerful BOSSes more than anything.
Kalis refused firmly: "This BOSS is too high-level. No matter how good your stats are, you can't tank it—one hit and you're dead. I'll take you with me for a suitable BOSS next time. I'm serious about this one."
"Waaaah... You don't love us anymore," Eira pretended to cry on the spot.
Lenore also adopted a pitiful tone: "Kalis, you've changed. You used to share experience with us, sniff sniff~."
"Alright, alright, cut the act. You might scare Seraphina and Mireya!" Kalis rolled his eyes and closed the party channel directly.
The experience from a Level 108 Mythic BOSS was definitely extremely rich! For a monster of this caliber, the experience would be split among the entire party.
But his teammates were all in Drakenspire City, and it would take them at least two hours to get here. He had no patience to wait, so he planned to hog all the experience for himself!
"BOSS, here I come! Now it's time to repay me for saving your life!" Kalis shouted weirdly, grabbed his staff, and charged straight for the Wraith General.
The Level 108 Mythic BOSS Wraith General Nethalos was imposing. Even though he wore tattered black iron armor and his skeletal warhorse's bones were covered in cracks, he still exuded a daunting aura. His HP had recovered from 30% to over 70% and was still regenerating at a rate of several thousand points per second.
Kalis didn't want to wait for it to fully recover before making a move. He quickly rushed into the BOSS's aggro range, ready to cast his skills.
But Nethalos reacted faster than him; his massive 200-meter aggro range far exceeded the range of Kalis's skills. As soon as he detected an intruder, the BOSS let out a deep roar: "Lowly ant, dare to challenge the great god!"
Before the words fell, Nethalos raised his spear and swung it. A dark black energy blade crossed a hundred meters and hit Kalis precisely—-152,863!
A single hit dealt nearly 150,000 damage. If Crystal Barricade hadn't blocked it in time, Kalis would have been one-shot and sent back to the city. "This damage—even a Level 100 Paladin couldn't tank it," Kalis muttered to himself, not stopping his charge. His most powerful single-target skill, Lightning Bolt, was already charged and ready.
Nethalos swung another dark black energy blade, dealing another 150,000 damage. At the same time, he roared in shock and anger: "It's you! So it's you!"
"What?" Kalis was stunned. "Bro, do we know each other?" The BOSS's tone sounded as if they had known each other for a long time.
In the next second, he understood the reason. Nethalos raised his rusted spear high and roared furiously: "You dare to kill Augustus, the Supreme God's favorite mount! In the name of 'Holy Spear,' one of the Ten Great Generals of the War Temple, I sentence you—to death!"
Boom!
As soon as the words fell, dense black mist erupted from Nethalos's body, and his aura skyrocketed instantly, he had gone berserk on the spot!
"Damn it! Why is it Augustus again? What kind of sin did I commit!" Kalis couldn't help but curse.