A Thousand-Year Journey Through the God of War

The God of War, along with Azure Dragon and Broken Army, led fifteen elite warriors in a fierce charge, slaying countless undead with their sharp blades.

But gradually they found themselves moving more and more slowly, only able to slowly maneuver around the undead legion in place.

Dou Shen and the others felt a chill run down their spines: the black smoke from earlier had poisoned them!

At this moment, the surrounding assassins began to fall slowly, and in the blink of an eye, only Dou Shen, Po Jun, and Qing Long remained. The other assassins were captured alive by the undead legion and sent to the altar.

The other three sides only had Yue Luo, Bai Hu, Tan Lang, Yue Sha, Zhu Que, and Qi Sha left. All the other assassins were captured alive and taken to the altar.

These were all elite troops personally selected by the God of War from the Xinye City army. They were capable of taking on at least ten men, if not a hundred. Unexpectedly, they were captured alive by the undead legion so quickly.

Overwhelmed with grief, the God of War suddenly accelerated his swift and powerful attack, unleashing a barrage of staff shadows that surged with divine might as well as overturning rivers and seas as he charged toward the altar. Despite their physical discomfort, Azure Dragon and Broken Army hurriedly chased after the God of War, taking the opportunity to fend off the undead legions that were closing in from all sides.

Just as the God of War was about to rush to the altar, a dozen or so demonic undead with livid faces and dressed in black suddenly appeared beside the altar. These were the elite troops of the undead army!

In just one exchange, all three of the Fighting Gods were injured, but fortunately they managed to retreat in time.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao seemed to be getting impatient. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen elite undead legions appeared on the other three sides and, under Zhang Jiao's command, surrounded the other six people who were still fighting.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jiao began chanting incantations, and a series of unknown spells floated out in all directions from the altar.

At the same time, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang also stood up and directed the spirits of the sixteen Yellow Turban Warriors to slowly lift the two huge black stone coffins.

After Zhang Jiao finished reciting the incantation, he suddenly looked up at the sky and wept. His sharp cry, like a ghost in the dead of night, tore through the silent night sky and echoed in the darkness, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Countless talismans were imprinted on the dark sky amidst Zhang Jiao's weeping. As Zhang Jiao's sobs ceased, a chilling voice, like that of the deepest hell, reached everyone's ears: "The Feast of the Dead officially begins!"

The God of War felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed that something bad was about to happen.

As all the talismans in the darkness bloomed, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and a full moon appeared in the sky.

It turns out that the darkness before was all Zhang Jiao's doing; no wonder the sky here was pitch black tonight.

At this moment, Dou Shen and the others did not have time to think carefully, because this time they were truly at a critical moment of life and death. Since everyone had been poisoned before, Yue Luo, Bai Hu, Tan Lang, Yue Sha, Zhu Que, Qi Sha and the other six were all captured alive by the elite troops of the undead army.

Meanwhile, Qinglong and Pojun were also captured alive by the elite troops of more than a dozen undead legions in front of them. Today, it seems that everyone is in grave danger.

At this critical moment, suddenly a barrage of silver needles came flying in, covering the entire battlefield in the blink of an eye, and almost all of the undead legions were hit by the silver needles.

However, the elite forces of the undead army remained unaffected, carrying the captured people as they continued towards the altar.

At that moment, an iron spear pierced through the body of an elite demon undead with a whoosh, pinning him fiercely to the ground beside the altar.

Immediately afterward, a slender figure rushed to the edge of the altar, his spear flashing like cold stars. The elite troops of the dozen or so undead legions were hit one after another, and had no choice but to abandon Qinglong and Pojun to temporarily avoid the attack.

At the same time, another figure rushed to the side of the altar, and slowly pulled the iron spear out of the body of the elite demon undead on the ground.

The God of War and the others were overjoyed, for it turned out that Xuanwu and Xiaoxing had come to meet them.

Five more assassins arrived and protected the three warriors behind them, while the elite demons and undead from the other three sides also surrounded them.

The elite demonic undead, who had been repelled by Xiaoxing's spear, began a new round of attacks.

Xuanwu hurriedly arranged for three assassins to help the three extremely weak Fighting Gods retreat towards the entrance to the heart of the Demon Realm.

Then, together with Xiaoxing, they led the remaining two assassins to meet the elite force of more than forty demonic undead who had surrounded them.

Although Xiaoxing was a skilled marksman, there were simply too many elite demons and undead. As a result, Xiaoxing and his companions quickly found themselves at a disadvantage. Despite Xiaoxing and Xuanwu's best efforts, they were powerless to turn the tide. A moment later, the remaining two assassins were also captured alive.

The God of War was furious. Ignoring Ying Ge's seal on his Heavenly Martial God of War soul, he forcibly activated the Heavenly Martial Soul again. In an instant, the entire world became as bright as day, and the seven-colored light filled the space. The starry sky outlined an extremely majestic figure, traversing the vast universe, stepping on the Milky Way, holding the sun and moon in his hands, and looking down on all living beings.

The three Zhang brothers were terrified. They tried to turn and run away, but under the pressure of the Heavenly Martial God's soul and spirit, they were about to fall into the abyss and their souls would be scattered! Unfortunately, the Heavenly Martial God's spirit only lasted for a dozen seconds before its light faded and its spirit and spirit were lost. The God of War suffered a backlash from the seal and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahaha... It really is the Soul of Heavenly Martial!" Zhang Jiao let out a wild laugh as if he had survived a calamity: "It's just a pity that you are now at your last gasp, and this sorcerer will soon come to seize your soul and make you the most delicious delicacy for me in this time and space!" The God of War lay helplessly on the ground. His soul had not yet been repaired. The backlash from forcibly opening the seal made him completely lose the ability to turn the tide. He could only watch helplessly as Zhang Jiao frantically displayed his pre-possession revelry on the altar.

At this critical moment, a thunderous voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth: "Big Wood, your performance has exceeded my expectations! Although you haven't yet met my expectations, I have already wholeheartedly acknowledged you! Now, it is my turn to completely wipe out this bunch of scum!"

Exhausted, the God of War looked toward the entrance to the heart of the undead territory, following the sound: two people walked in one after the other.

The person in front was dressed in white, with long, black hair that fell naturally down her back. She was as beautiful and charming as a fairy who had stepped out of a painting. The person behind her was ten feet tall and wore a golden robe and armor. The words just spoken came from his mouth.

When the God of War saw the two people in front of him, the anxiety in his heart finally subsided.

But then Xiaoxue slowly walked up to the God of War, her sweet voice rang out: "Brother God of War, do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

Remembering what Xiaoxue had said yesterday, the God of War nodded vigorously.

Xiaoxue smiled slightly: "Now is your time to shine! Let me and Brother Wudi lend you a hand!"

Seeing that Xuanwu and Xiaoxing were already in a state of retreat and were about to be overwhelmed, the situation became clear.

Suddenly, Invincible moved. A huge spiked club appeared out of thin air and swept away the entire elite force of over forty demon undead soldiers with overwhelming force.

After a burst of smoke dissipated, Xuanwu and Xiaoxing slowly got up from the ground, looking at Wudi with gratitude.

They had just been knocked to the ground by the elite demons, and if Zhang Jiao hadn't ordered them to be captured alive, they would have been in grave danger by now.

Even so, they were still very grateful for Invincible's life-saving grace.