Daoist San Zui's black robes covered him tightly from head to toe, with wisps of pure demonic qi faintly seeping out. Had Xu Yan not deliberately investigated, he would never have discerned the man's true nature.
After nodding to him, Xu Yan silently put some distance between them. Daoist San Zui found nothing strange about this.
With an unspoken understanding, the two joined forces and continued speeding toward the center of the Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
They had traveled for barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea when the sky ahead suddenly darkened. A leaden cloud a hundred zhang across loomed overhead, with savage roars and mournful shrieks coming from within.
"A Thousand Demons Banner!"
Daoist San Zui stopped abruptly, shock appearing on his face.
At his words, Xu Yan looked toward the leaden cloud.
Hidden within the thick, dark cloud was a pitch-black demonic banner roughly three feet long. Densely packed black shadows poured out of it, howling, a truly terrifying sight.
Those countless black shadows were all departed souls. Most belonged to mortals, though several dozen were clearly much stronger and must have been the souls of cultivators.
Xu Yan swept over them with his divine sense. There were no fewer than a thousand souls—it was a genuine Thousand Demons Banner.
A demonic banner was one of the treasures that Demon Cultivators took the most pride in, and one of the easiest to refine. Its power could be increased simply by feeding it living beings, giving it an irresistible allure for every Demon Cultivator.
By grade, they were divided into Hundred Demons Banners, Thousand Demons Banners, and Ten Thousand Demons Banners, corresponding to magic artifacts, spirit artifacts, and magic treasures respectively.
"It seems some demonic cultivators are locked in battle. Let's act as the situation