Another World: When a Necromancer Possesses the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls

First and foremost was the core undead creature—the bone dragon Flamel. Li Xingyao unhesitatingly poured in a massive amount of soul power, forcefully pushing its rank to the high-level legendary tier! This process consumed a full 135000 units of soul power.

The evolved Flamel has grown even larger, exceeding 100 meters in length. Its scales are crystal clear and exceptionally sturdy, its wingspan blots out the sky, and its dragon aura is awe-inspiring. The dragon's might it exudes is enough to deter enemies below the super level from approaching. The Bone Dragon's strength is now undoubtedly the strongest among Li Xingyao's subordinates.

Next, he enhanced the Skeleton Swordsmen. The fifty Skeleton Swordsmen were evolved into even more powerful Skeleton Sword Saints, each consuming 1200 soul power, for a total of 60000 soul power. Each one possessed the combat power of a mid-super level warrior.

Ranged attacks were also enhanced. Thirty skeleton longbowmen evolved into Death Archers, each consuming 1200 soul power, for a total of 36000. Li Xingyao then used the spirit imprint of the vengeful spirits to summon twenty more vengeful spirits, each consuming 1000 soul power, for a total of 20000.

Ten Tyrant Zombies evolved into Berserk Tyrants, each consuming 1440 Soul Power, for a total of 14400. These three events combined consumed a total of 70400 Soul Power.

However, the greatest expenditure of soul power comes from the spirits residing in the Myriad Souls Banner!

Li Xingyao poured in 300,000 units of soul power to conjure two terrifyingly powerful host spirits. For the first group, Li Xingyao used the soul of a legendary mid-level shaman from a savage beast tribe who had perished in a fierce battle as the core of the main spirit! The other nine auxiliary spirits were also all super-high-level savage souls. The second group of host spirits was similarly composed of one legendary mid-level and eight super-high-level savage souls.

These spirits are different from the undead; they are more like part of the Myriad Soul Banner, radiating demonic energy. A group of spirits can surround a mid-stage legendary expert in a short time! If someone is at the early stage of legendary level, being attacked by them will quickly have their soul torn out and their body shattered.

However, their weaknesses are also obvious: they can only attack creatures with souls, and if a spirit is injured, it needs a long time to recover. At the same time, the existence of spirits further enhances the power of [Soul Chains] and reduces the skill's cost.

Finally, Li Xingyao's personal strength also underwent a dramatic change. He absorbed nineteen blood crystals, and his comprehension of the Law of Death reached an astonishing 17.29%! Although the amount of star energy had not yet reached the required level, in terms of comprehension of the law alone, he had far exceeded the requirements for advancement.

The upper limit of blood crystal's ability to comprehend the laws is 20%. The remaining 2.71% may not seem like much, but according to the formula, the number of blood crystals that need to be absorbed will be an extremely large number. Therefore, Li Xingyao does not plan to continue absorbing blood crystals for the time being.

Regarding soul power, after the consumption, he still had about 450,000 soul power remaining. He planned to carefully plan the use of soul power after the war ended, and if necessary, further adjust the configuration of the undead legion.

At this moment, Li Xingyao rode atop Flamel's ferocious dragon head, overlooking a vast wasteland below—the battlefield of the final battle. All the remaining forces of the Bloodskull, Beast, and Silver Blade tribes, totaling over 50,000 men, had assembled here, forming a massive, chilling triangular formation.

After more than a month of fierce fighting, the strength of the three parties has approached an extremely delicate balance. Bound by ancient rules of war, they cannot unite to eliminate one side first; they must determine a single victor in this final three-way battle.

There is no compromise, no retreat; only the victors can enjoy God's gifts and glory.

The heavy drumbeats, like the heartbeat of an ancient behemoth, resounded simultaneously across all three camps, shaking the very core of their being. Unlike before, this time, there were no battle horns; instead, the three camps launched a furious charge towards the central area almost at the same time, like three torrents bursting their banks!

Chaos! Utter chaos! Yet within this chaos lay the final madness and desperation of every tribal warrior!

Li Xingyao's target remained the area with the highest concentration of enemy personnel—the chaotic zone where the Beastmen and Silver Blades clashed. [Death and Decay] would be most effective there. However, Li Xingyao also knew that if he attacked that area, he would inevitably become the enemy's primary target.

This time, he had made thorough preparations in advance. The mage legion led by the lich Alex had cast a powerful combined mana shield, a translucent, dark blue barrier that enveloped him and the liches like a thin mist.

Flamel also unleashed its Death Frost Domain, the icy dragon's might and chilling air spreading like frost and snow, slowing down any enemy that tried to approach.

Li Xingyao first summoned his undead army to attack the enemy in front, and then had the liches kill the enemy's super-tier enemies one by one. He focused most of his attention on the legendary battlefield in the sky.

He had already dispatched two groups of spirits to the high-altitude battlefield. There, crimson, silver, and beast-roar-like energy beams clashed wildly, and every exchange between legendary powerhouses was accompanied by intense stellar energy fluctuations.

With the aid of the unpredictable soul attacks from the spirits, the legendary warriors of the Bloodskull Tribe gradually gained the upper hand, and legendary warriors from the Beast Tribe and Silver Blade Tribe began to be injured and fall.

The battlefield below was equally horrific. The number of people was decreasing at a visible rate, rapidly dropping from over 50,000 to less than 40,000, then 30,000... Blood stained the earth, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

The liches have begun unleashing high-level group skills to reap the enemy, and the undead army, under Li Xingyao's command, has formed an impenetrable defensive line, relentlessly devouring the lives of the enemy like the most efficient killing machines.

Li Xingyao calmly observed the battle. He saw that the berserkers of the Bloodskull Tribe had gradually suppressed the enemy on both flanks, and that the scales of victory in the legendary battle in the sky had completely tipped in their favor. His heart gradually calmed down.

As the sun began to set, painting the clouds on the horizon a poignant crimson, the last legendary warrior of the Silverblade tribe, after letting out a roar of resentment, was personally beheaded by the Bloodskull Chieftain.

The battle in the sky came to an abrupt end.

The sounds of fighting on the ground quickly subsided.

The remaining less than 20,000 warriors from various tribes stopped moving, standing blankly amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The warriors of the Blood Skull tribe were stunned for a moment, then let out a deafening roar of ecstasy and madness! The survivors of the Beast and Silver Blade tribes, on the other hand, were ashen-faced.

Most of the male warriors silently threw down their weapons, straightened their chests, and accepted their fate of defeat and death with equanimity; the female warriors, on the other hand, knelt on the ground, weeping and waiting for their fate of being enslaved by the conquerors.

This is an extremely primitive, bloody, yet inexplicably "orderly" scene. The losers do not struggle or harbor resentment, as if it were all a matter of course and fate. This cruel rule, deeply rooted in the barbarian civilization, not only shocked Li Xingyao, an outsider, but also made him feel a deep sense of alienation and complex emotions.

The war is over.

Li Xingyao gently patted Flamel's neck, and with a thought, recalled the entire undead army scattered throughout the battlefield into the undead space. Only Flamel remained, carrying him, as they slowly landed at the edge of the camp amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the Bloodskull Tribe warriors.

He no longer paid attention to how the Bloodskull Tribe received their spoils and dealt with their prisoners; those things were irrelevant to him. His war was over. After more than a month of intense, bloody fighting, exhaustion was relentlessly eroding Li Xingyao's spirit.

The gains far exceeded his expectations. At this moment, he desperately wanted to find a quiet place to rest his body and mind, calm his mind, and carefully digest the impact and insights brought about by this war.

As for the troubles on Blue Star… Li Xingyao no longer needs to worry about them. He plans to find a human city nearby after leaving the Carlando Plateau and contact Blue Star to see if anything has happened during the months he's been gone.

Li Xingyao returned to the camp where his mission had been accomplished. The setting sun cast a long shadow of him across the somewhat desolate plateau. The air here was thick with a complex and indescribable smell; the stench of blood lingered, mingling with the acrid odors of sweat, leather, and the burnt smell of burning, creating a unique sense of decay and despondency that came with the end of the war.

The camp was no longer the bustling, noisy place it once was; instead, it was filled with an orderly busyness and the cacophony of demolition. This area was not originally the native land where the three races had lived and multiplied; it was merely a bloody battlefield tacitly chosen by the three races before the war began.

Now that the battle is over, the Bloodskull tribe, as the sole victor, is hurrying to pack its bags, preparing to return with its spoils, prisoners, and tribal glory to claim its new territory.

After returning, Li Xingyao didn't rush to find High Priest Augur or other tribal leaders to collect his reward. He knew that this was their busiest time; they needed to take stock of the casualties, integrate the newly recruited population, plan new territories, appease the tribespeople, and finally prepare for a grand victory sacrifice ceremony.

There are countless matters at hand, all of which require the decision-making and leadership of the tribal leaders.

Li Xingyao went straight back to his yurt.

Lifting the heavy curtain, a familiar scent, a mixture of hay and a faint musty smell, wafted out. Compared to the bustling demolition scene around it, this place seemed like a forgotten, tranquil corner.

Li Xingyao closed the door behind him, shutting out the noise. Leaning against the cold door, he let out a long, thorough sigh. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and a deep sense of exhaustion emerged, not purely physical, but more so from the intense mental tension and the emptiness that followed the release of his emotions.