Chapter 940: War Banner

Ancient zombie. Why was there an ancient zombie here? This place was supposed to be filled with only bones. If so, where did this zombie come from? Its outfit made it evident that the zombie was extremely ancient, and its badly damaged armor and broken spear were exuding an ancient decaying aura.

The zombie was sturdy and mighty, and it had a head of wild hair that was covered in dirt. Even with the absence of life force, the zombie still gave off the feeling that it was full of vigor. With a single rake, the zombie left gashes on Money's skin, which was actually as hard as a sovereign weapon.

Money roared and struggled, but he was unable to escape the zombie. Even bombarding the zombie with countless lightning bolts did not seem to work. The zombie grabbed at Money with both its hands and tried ripping him apart. There was no doubt that its pair of powerful hands could do so.

Fortunately, Xiang Shaoyun had recovered his clarity at this time. The Radiant Saint Sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the zombie without delay. From how he used the saint sword without a second thought, it was clear how much importance he attached to Money. He was afraid that Money would really be ripped apart.

Clank!

When the sword strike's golden energy struck the zombie's arms, a crisp sound rang out. The arms weren't severed, but their grips were successfully weakened. Finally, Money found an opening. He rushed back to Xiang Shaoyun's side and said, "Boss, we need to run. This fellow is too scary."

"Don't worry. This is merely a corpse possessed by an evil spirit," said Xiang Shaoyun. With a wave of his hand, a raging tongue of flame flooded out and surrounded the zombie.

Unsurprisingly, the zombie fled immediately. It did not dare to touch the flame. Even if its indestructible body could withstand fire, the evil spirit possessing the corpse couldn't.

After taking Money back into the astral cosmos sea, Xiang Shaoyun chased after the zombie. He had a feeling it was the corpse of the enemy general he saw in his vision. He wondered if he was related to this war in his previous life, but something did not seem right as the memories did not feel like they belonged to him. Because of that, he grew even more interested in figuring out the history of the war.

The chase lasted a long time. After an indeterminate amount of time, they reached an area where no other humans could be seen. It was as though he was currently the sole living human among the boundless sea of bones.

Even so, Xiang Shaoyun still showed no fear. He was here for opportunities, and he was confident he was traveling toward one right now.

The zombie finally stopped when it arrived atop a sacrificial altar. A crimson banner was standing tall on the altar. It fluttered about in the wind, the flapping sounds akin to the roar of countless warriors. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

This was a war banner signifying the morale of an army, a banner that would not fall before the last of the army died out. It was the banner of the victorious army, the banner that had witnessed the battle that had created all the corpses here.

Looking at the banner, Xiang Shaoyun could feel his blood burning. It was as though the banner was summoning him, and he walked over blankly. It was at that moment that the zombie hurled its broken spear at Xiang Shaoyun. The zombie viewed this as an excellent opening that couldn't be missed. In truth, it had also timed the attack perfectly.

However, five ghostrunes pounced on the zombie. Their soul attacks penetrated the zombie and directly targeted the evil spirit. It couldn't resist their attacks and quickly fled the body. Alas, ghostrunes were the nemesis of evil spirits. No matter how strong this evil spirit was, it wouldn't be able to escape them.

Meanwhile, Xiang Shaoyun walked on top of the numerous bones and reached the altar. Standing beside the banner, he felt himself transforming into a general. A domineering aura burst out of him as he wrapped his fingers around the banner and roared, "Kill!"

Abruptly, his temperament changed into that of a war god. His imposing bearing was unstoppable, and the nearby evil spirits that sensed his aura roared alongside him, "Kill!"

Countless evil spirits converged on the banner. A thick killing intent spread everywhere, stopping the steps of the disciples thinking of coming in this direction. After sensing the fearsome killing intent, they were so frightened they staggered and did not dare to take another step.

"Look at the number of evil spirits there and the fearsome killing intent. Something fatally dangerous must be there. We can't go there," someone cried out and scurried away in a different direction.

The others also scattered without hesitation, leaving only some daring disciples to continue advancing.

"Contending for hegemony across the world, I alone am undefeated," declared Xiang Shaoyun, who seemed to have transformed into a completely different person. He had assumed the persona of an undefeated war god. He dominated the battlefield and conquered one nation after another for the kingdom he served. In turn, he came to be known as the undefeated war god.

The success of a general was always built atop countless bones. His path of success was forged from countless corpses, but alas, he was ultimately framed by a fellow official serving the same court and was forced to flee with his personal army. In his final stand, he led his army of 50,000 soldiers against an army of 500,000.

A massive slaughter ensued, and his entire army perished. Even so, his army was able to decimate the entirety of their opposing army despite their smaller numbers. Ultimately, he himself perished from excessive blood loss after the battle ended.

Xiang Shaoyun understood that feeling well, and he bit his lips hard to the point blood was flowing. The feeling of betrayal was something he could never forget.

"Why am I seeing all this so clearly? This is definitely not my previous life. What is going on here?" muttered Xiang Shaoyun in confusion with the banner still in his hand.

At this time, he sensed a burning sensation coming from beneath his feet. A drop of bright red blood suddenly appeared from the altar he was standing on. The drop of blood was filled with a life force that seemed boundless. It was as though this single drop was the essence of a massive pool of blood.

It also felt like this was the blood essence of an ultimate expert. It was a sensation no word could describe. In short, the drop of blood gave Xiang Shaoyun a feeling of closeness, and he instinctively reached for the drop of blood as a result.

The drop of blood contained a fearsome amount of energy, but it was completely harmless in Xiang Shaoyun's hand. In fact, it looked tame and intimate with him.

With the blood in hand, Xiang Shaoyun muttered, "Is this the drop of blood left by that war god? Or perhaps this is an accumulation of his private army's blood?"

He couldn't find out the answer, so he did the only thing he could—putting the drop of blood away. He did not devour it immediately as he was unsure what would happen if he did.

"Hey, you, show me the banner," a sharp voice suddenly rang out, breaking Xiang Shaoyun's line of thought.