Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

Chapter 290 The Fallen One Who Excels at Attrition

Above the ancient town, shrouded in a pitch-black sky, a twisted black ripple appeared on the barrier of the void. Two battered figures were violently thrown out by the power of space and crashed heavily onto the streets and alleys full of rubble and debris, kicking up a large cloud of dust mixed with demonic energy.

These were the two high-ranking Fallen Ones who had just entered the arena to fight to the death. At this moment, they looked extremely miserable.

The one with the severed arm had a bloody, mangled wound on his left arm, with dried black blood congealed on his tattered demonic armor. His demonic energy was almost completely depleted, and his breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind. He had exhausted all his strength to stand and could only collapse to the ground, his chest and abdomen heaving violently, each breath causing excruciating pain in his meridians.

The other Fallen One, with a pierced chest, looked even more wretched. Most of his demonic armor was shattered, his skin was withered and dry, his vital essence was severely depleted, and even his eyes had become unfocused and cloudy.

The repeated self-destruction of the demonic artifact and the burning of his own essence had almost drained his entire strength. If he hadn't been forcibly pulled out by the power of space at the last moment, he would have been completely exhausted and perished in the barrier in a few moments.

The two struggled to prop themselves up, looking up at the leader of the dragon demons suspended in mid-air, their eyes filled with guilt and fear.

"Leader...we were useless. We tried our best but failed to kill this person. We have failed the leader's trust." The two lowered their heads, their voices hoarse and weak, almost squeezing out the words from their throats. They didn't even dare to raise their heads and waited for their fate.

The other fallen ones waiting around held their breath and dared not utter a sound, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

The leader of the dragon demons lowered his ferocious dragon head, his narrow, vertical pupils sweeping indifferently over the miserable state of the two people on the ground. He casually waved his large hand, his tone revealing no anger, but rather a calm and soothing tone:

"It's alright, get up. We never expected you to win in one battle. The fact that you forced him to use so many methods and expend his strength is already quite an achievement. Just do your best."

His voice was calm, and the surging demonic energy around him remained steady, showing no signs of anger, as if he truly did not care about the gains or losses of this battle.

Seeing this, the other fallen ones relaxed their tense shoulders and backs, secretly admiring their leader's broad-mindedness and compassion for his subordinates.

But no one knew that the Flood Dragon Demon had already cursed these two good-for-nothings to the core in his heart.

Two useless things, after all this time, they couldn't even scratch the hem of each other's clothes. His carefully planned war of attrition had already cost him two generals at the start, but the effect was less than 30% of what he expected. How could he not be furious?

However, he couldn't show any of his anger on his face. This was a time when he needed manpower, and if he severely punished the two in public, it would inevitably discourage the others and disrupt the morale of the entire formation.

He needs to maintain a calm and composed demeanor to keep everyone on their toes and gradually push this war of attrition forward. After all, he has far more cards to play.

Suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, the leader of the Jiao Demons slowly swept his gaze over the rest of his clansmen waiting beside him, finally settling on two relatively thin figures in the back row.

These two were quite different from the other muscular, physically powerful Fallen Ones.

They were thin and emaciated, with slightly hunched backs. Instead of domineering and violent demonic energy, they were surrounded by a thick and viscous aura of sinister ghosts.

Tiny, malevolent insects and semi-transparent ghostly phantoms crawled across their fingertips and cuffs from time to time. Even their breath carried a decaying, chilling aura, and their entire bodies exuded a strange and unpleasant smell.

They are the two trump cards in the Jiao Demon's hand, which are best suited for attrition warfare—the Fallen Ones who specialize in refining and raising evil creatures.

These two did not cultivate their physical bodies or practice close combat techniques; instead, they devoted all their energy to raising evil spirits and cultivating strange insects and refining corpses and ghosts.

Within their flesh and blood, countless evil insects, ghosts, and corrupting spirits are kept. These evil creatures are diverse, bizarre, and difficult to deal with, and are best at relentless harassment and endless attrition.

There's no need for head-on confrontation or close-quarters combat; the constant surge of evil creatures is enough to wear down the opponent little by little, leaving the enemy trapped in a desperate situation where they can't be wiped out and are constantly on the run.

Compared to the previous two clansmen who only knew how to fight head-on, these two were several times more efficient at expending resources and were much more difficult to deal with.

The Flood Dragon Demon had been holding back, saving it for when the opponent's power was half depleted, so that it could unleash the most grueling attrition attack.

Now that the two have tested each other's many methods and forced out many of their trump cards in flames, hand seals, and sword intent, it is the best time for these two to make their appearance.

"You two, please enter."

The leader of the Flood Dragons spoke, his voice deep and commanding, yet also carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

"Don't strive for victory, and don't even get close. Just release all your evil creatures to keep harassing him, keep him occupied, and exhaust his strength. Remember, fight steadily and surely. Once the evil creatures are destroyed, summon them again. Don't give him the chance to get close and kill you."

His plan was crystal clear: these two were teeming with evil spirits, and as long as they kept their distance and continuously released insects to exorcise the ghosts, Lin Yuan would have no choice but to repeatedly unleash his power to eliminate them.

If it drags on long enough, even the strongest person will be worn down.

Upon hearing this, the two emaciated fallen men bowed in unison, a sinister smile creeping across their wrinkled faces, their hoarse voices like rough sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"Don't worry, leader. We have plenty of evil spirits and ghosts that we've raised to create corpses. We'll make sure he can't wipe them out and is exhausted from dealing with them until he's completely worn out."

As soon as they finished speaking, the sinister aura surrounding the two suddenly surged. Rustling and crawling sounds rose and fell from their wide sleeves, along with faint, fragmented wails and insect chirps, enough to send chills down one's spine just by listening.

The leader of the Flood Dragons nodded slightly and waved the black command flag in his palm. The barrier of the void opened up again, revealing a cold spatial passage just large enough for the two of them to pass through.

The two demon refiners exchanged a glance, lightly touched the ground, and floated into the barrier like ghosts.

The spatial barrier closed, completely isolating the inside from the outside once again, and a new round of deadly battle was about to begin in the void.

Inside the barrier, Lin Yuan had been standing silently for a long time. He watched as the two dying Fallen Ones were forcibly dragged away by the power of space, his expression unchanged, but he had already seen through the Jiao Demon's tactics.

Using the wheels to wear down the enemy and entering in batches to outnumber them is a clever strategy.

When the spatial barrier fluctuated again and two gaunt and cold figures stepped into the barrier, Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly judged the two people's methods.

Unlike the previous physical and offensive Fallen Ones, these two were surrounded by evil spirits and had a strong ghostly aura. They were clearly following the sinister path of raising evil creatures and were obviously the main force sent by the Jiao Demon to fight a war of attrition.

"Two more to die." Lin Yuan said calmly, his fingertips swirling with sword intent, his dragon energy circulating steadily around him, showing no sign of impatience.

Upon hearing this, the two Fallen Ones opposite them let out a sinister laugh in unison: "You're courting death! You're the one who'll die today!"