A great battle seemed to have taken place ahead. The mere aftershocks of the fighting had shattered the void for a hundred miles around.
A mushroom cloud slowly rose into the sky before exploding outright.
Spiritual energy surged all around, while the vast void stretched beneath a cloudless sky.
"Interesting. Let's go take a look," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
Chaos let out a roar and burst through the battle's aftershocks. Two pairs of wings that blotted out the heavens spread behind him, covering half the void as he flew inside.
"Who exactly are you? Why have you slaughtered my Undead Race without cause?" an enraged voice rang through the void.
"Why ask so many questions when you're about to die? What a waste of time," came a light laugh.
Immediately afterward, the entire void erupted into battle once more.
Thunderous explosions rang out again.
"The Undead Race..." Xu Zimo frowned slightly.
As three great races of the Barbaric Era—the Demon Race, the Undead Race, and the Giant Race—they had once ruled the entire Yuanyang Continent.
Together, they had created the glory of the Barbaric Era.
Later, the Giant Race suffered devastating losses in the war against Ancient Ming and nearly went extinct.
The Demon Race, too, had been destroyed by the True Martial Great Emperor, who then established the Era of Emperors.
Only the Undead Race had preserved its strength, ultimately hiding away in this age when the human race was flourishing.
The last time Xu Zimo had encountered the Undead Race was in Sword Immortal Jiang Yun's Small World. They had wanted to seize the Sword Immortal's Small World, and in the end, both sides had suffered.
Now that he encountered them again, it seemed the Undead Race had taken quite a beating.
When Chaos arrived at