That was the first time he and Mu En, while traveling the continent in their youth, had felt the despair of facing something utterly beyond their power—something whose true strength they could not even fathom.
Fortunately, the two of them were tough enough to survive. They had forced their way out in the end, each obtaining a fragment that they kept for over a century.
Watching the Undead Legion slaughter the Sun Moon Grand Army, Ju Zi staggered to her feet and pointed at Huo Yuhao. "Our Sun Moon Empire did cooperate with the Holy Spirit Cult, so what! Are you any cleaner yourself?"
"How are the skeletons, bone dragons, and monsters under your command any different from the Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult?"
In response to Ju Zi's questioning, Huo Yuhao merely gave her an indifferent glance.
"What are you talking about? Aren't these bone dragons and monsters all from the Holy Spirit Cult?"
Ju Zi's pupils abruptly constricted. She clearly had not expected Huo Yuhao to say that.
"The Sun Moon charges, and the Holy Spirit betrays them. Doesn't that sound delightful?"
Huo Yuhao spread his hands. "Don't you know I'm already dead? Your Sun Moon Empire's Tenth Level Soul Tool—the Sun Moon Silver Light Shield, capable of unleashing a god-level strike—has already killed me."
"Why are you talking to a dead man?"
Huo Yuhao's face was filled with surprise. At his words, Ju Zi's expression instantly turned livid.
"You can't condemn the methods of Evil Soul Masters only when the battle turns against you, Senior Sister. This is war, not children playing chess. You can't just take back a move whenever you regret it."
"What, you're allowed to go insane and use half the continent's civilians as hostages to threaten me, but I'm not