Chapter 290: War Trump Card

"Oh my god... what overwhelming Asura power! A powerful expert at the Great Perfection stage of the Divine Infant realm was instantly disintegrated and devoured completely? No wonder, with just one person, it was possible to destroy the entire Ancient Desolation Dynasty back then!"

The demise of Fifteen meant that the very purpose of the law space ceased to exist. The suppressed vitality instantly returned to everyone's bodies, and as their vision cleared, they all clearly saw Fifteen's tragic end.

Was it a case of reaping what he sowed? Perhaps such words shouldn't be used to describe a grandmaster of chess.

At the very least, his lifelong dedication to the way of chess was admirable.

Yet, as the saying goes, being mortal means one is destined to never truly escape worldly desires. His craving for power and status became the fundamental reason for Fifteen's current fate.

Had he truly managed to remain aloof from worldly affairs and refused to be Tuobayun's pawn, he naturally wouldn't have met such an end today.

However, one thing puzzled Xu Yang.

In ancient times, those who achieved enlightenment and ascended were invariably individuals of great wisdom and profound cultivation, for only by transcending mundane thoughts could one hope to seek the Dao.

Yet, how could the Asura, so bloodthirsty, have successfully severed ties with the mortal world and ascended hundreds of thousands of years ago? This was truly perplexing.

Perhaps only the Asura himself knew the true answer...

The Tower of Infinity remained Xu Yang and his companions' immediate primary objective.

*Rumble!*

As everyone's vitality fully recovered, the law space created by Fifteen completely collapsed, revealing the true appearance of this parallel dimension.

It appeared to be an ancient battlefield, its full scope obscured by an endless aura of restless spirits.

The team members each took action, frantically sweeping away the ghostly aura, only to discover that the undead in this space seemed endless, impossible to eliminate completely!

This was starkly different from the previous parallel dimensions, as if they had arrived at the very source of the Asura's power.

However, Xu Yang and his companions did not detect the powerful aura of Tuobayun, who had inherited the Asura's power, here!

"Roar!!"

The roar of the dragon soul suddenly erupted at this moment. The Empress stood proudly in the void, radiating an imperial presence. Amplified by the dragon soul's power, her aura was utterly imposing, like an empress commanding the world.

The oppressive aura from the Ancestral Dragon was unleashed with such ferocity for the first time, instantly bringing a degree of calm to the chaotic ancient battlefield.

"This is..."

As the Empress's Ancestral Dragon Soul roared, the Guardian Great Dragon Soul within Xu Yang's body seemed to respond, awakening alongside it.

The once imposing Great Dragon Soul fell into confusion, staring at the strange yet familiar scene before it, its soul power erupting with an uncontrollable tremor!

"It's back... after hundreds of thousands of years, to still have a chance to see the former Great Emperor!"

Everyone was startled.

"Could it be that this scene is the former battlefield of the Ancient Desolation Dynasty?"

"Exactly. Back then, the Asura ascended right here! This was originally the most prosperous city-state of the Ancient Desolation Dynasty, but it transformed into a true purgatory overnight, right here!"

The Guardian Great Dragon Soul seemed incredibly agitated, its voice filled with endless emotion.

"Once you've seen the vast ocean, other waters are not worth mentioning; once you've seen the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are but fleeting shadows..."

Oceans turn into mulberry fields in but a fleeting moment, and only by reaching the true pinnacle can one achieve eternity.

*Boom!*

A loud boom echoed. The group gathered, their gazes calmly fixed on the center of the battlefield below. The restless spirits had not vanished completely; instead, they orderly coalesced into an Asura army. Dense, endless spirits, under the command of a unique power, all assembled on the far side of the battlefield.

Amidst the throng of endless spirits, a long-haired man emanating a black Asura aura was brought forth, his expression cold as he gazed at Xu Yang and the others.

"Welcome to this battlefield. I am Mou Duan, military advisor of the Northern Jin Dynasty. A pleasure to meet you."

Everyone gasped. This person's aura was vastly different from Fifteen's; he appeared to be at least at the mid-stage of Tribulation Transcendence. Even more terrifying was the fact that he was one of the true controllers of the Asura's power. It was likely that Tuobayun had inscribed a portion of the Asura's power into his body, making him a wielder of this force.

The presence of this individual here made Xu Yang and his companions increasingly suspect that this battlefield was not as simple as it appeared, and that Tuobayun might have even deeper intentions.

"You must be Xu Yang, correct? I won't waste words. If you can pass through my ancient killing formation of a million restless spirits, I will personally take you to His Majesty. Of course, if you lack that ability, then this ancient battlefield will be the burial ground for you and all your followers."

"Alright! Enough talk, let's fight!"

Xu Yang took the lead, stepping onto the battlefield first. Here, there were none of the restrictive rules found in Fifteen's law space; any means could be employed to achieve victory.

The others also entered the battlefield, knowing that even if they couldn't defeat Mou Duan, they could certainly handle clearing out some of the ordinary undead soldiers.

"Undead generals, emerge!"

The group hadn't anticipated that Mou Duan still had a hidden move. With a furious roar, hundreds of undead generals, each close to the peak of the Divine Infant realm, materialized out of thin air from the million-strong undead army.

"What?! This..."

Seeing this scene, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

These were the spirits of battle-hardened generals, quite different from pure cultivators. While they lacked extensive cultivation techniques for offense and defense, they wielded the purest killing arts, aiming for fatal blows with every move, fighting utterly without regard for their own existence!

As long as they could eliminate their opponent, they would rush forward, one after another, like moths to a flame, without hesitation. Their combat style was fundamentally different from that of cultivators.

If it were only Mou Duan and the regular undead army, even with overwhelming numbers, they would still have a fighting chance.

But when these hundred undead generals appeared, Long Kun and the others felt their hearts instantly chill. With such a formidable lineup, even with Xu Yang's heaven-reaching abilities, it would be absolutely impossible to suppress them single-handedly.

"There are too many powerful foes... Although the boss might be able to defeat that Commander Mou Duan, these persistent lingering spirits are truly difficult to deal with. Boss, what should we do? Should we confront them head-on?"

Xu Yang furrowed his brows and shook his head decisively. "Now is not the time for a reckless, head-on fight. Even if we were to confront them directly, we would have absolutely no chance of victory. It seems it's time to reveal our trump card."

As soon as Xu Yang finished speaking, the Sword Soul immediately manifested its spirit form.

"No! Xu Yang, although you are my master, I absolutely forbid you from taking such a risk! Do you know what that would mean? If the situation spirals out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable!"