"Slash!"
Shen Mo gripped the Dragon Sparrow Sword tightly, his expression cold as he faced the countless undead.
"Pour!"
The long sword lifted slightly. Sword light surged, and one undead after another turned to wisps of smoke and vanished beneath his blade.
Shen Mo had cultivated the Supreme Clarity Sword Technique to a state of utter mastery.
Even as the undead swept toward him from every direction, he showed no sign of faltering.
Countless beams of sword light converged, forming an impenetrable net around Shen Mo.
Not a single undead could break through that sword net and come within three feet of him.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hold out!"
Gu Ming's eyes gleamed with malice as he continued to wave the Soul Refining Banner, directing the undead to pounce on Shen Mo.
"This can't go on!"
As he cut down the undead charging at him, Shen Mo calculated his options.
The Soul Refining Banner could bind the power of souls sacrificed in blood rites and summon them to fight in battle.
Thousands of people had been sacrificed to this banner at the very least. That meant it held several thousand imprisoned souls.
If he kept killing them one by one, he could fight until he was utterly exhausted and still never wipe them all out.
More importantly, Shen Mo wasn't truly killing the undead.
Though they crumbled at a touch of his Sword Qi, dispersing into endless black mist,
they soon flowed back into the Soul Refining Banner and rose again.
As long as the person wielding the banner could withstand the drain on their true essence and vital energy, the undead could be summoned without end, like a perpetual-motion machine.
Defending passively wouldn't work.
He had to strike first!
"Life-Slaying!"
In the blink of an eye,