The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

The other one is this barrier ghost, which has an extremely strong ability to protect against Qi, but it also consumes a lot of Qi.

That's why he didn't activate it before, because he thought his teammates could easily absorb the flames, but they failed.

"Buzz!" A crisp sword sound rang out.

A gap was cut in the massive barrier, and the Onmyoji's expression changed as a figure rushed over.

The next moment, the three machine gunners died instantly. The Onmyoji who was relatively close by also felt his heart skip a beat. The brief pain and dizziness made him realize that something terrible was about to happen.

When I came to my senses, the barrier had indeed disappeared.

"Damn it!" A black and red aura appeared next to the Onmyoji.

It was a vengeful ghost with tattered armor and a samurai sword in its hand.

"Fuck your mother, you son of a bitch Japanese devil!" Wang Wen cursed loudly at the same time.

He was now covered in a thin layer of armor, which was both lightweight and provided extremely high defense.

He charged straight at the Onmyoji.

However, the Japanese monk blocked Wang Wen's path, and his black-armored fist slammed down hard.

The Japanese monk, not to be outdone, used his physical strength as his own and threw a punch as well.

"Boom!" The two fists collided, and a sound like an explosion rang out.

Wang Wen's attack was thwarted, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "This little Japanese devil is incredibly strong!"

"What a hard fist! Is this guy made of iron?" The Japanese monk's mouth twisted in pain; it was just too hard and too painful.

With this brief delay, the other two rushed in. The moment Ding Chu entered the third floor, he saw a ghostly figure rushing towards him, and the aura of death rushed towards him.

Instead of retreating, they advanced, unleashing a sharp sword aura that instantly blocked the samurai sword that was slashing towards them.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Instantly, a dense barrage of collisions erupted, both sides moving at high speeds.

The moment Wang Wu entered the third floor, he fired several arrows in quick succession, aiming directly at the Onmyoji.

But a miniaturized barrier blocked all attacks.

A little imp with a head shaped like a lantern perched on the Onmyoji's shoulder.

"A plane is coming!" Zhou Ming climbed in through the other window.

They had just moved to the other side when they instantly killed the remaining Japanese soldiers.

"Let's finish this quickly and deal with them!" Ding Chu said decisively.

Four beams of white light immediately shot out from Zhou Ming's body and rushed towards the Japanese monk.

The speed was so fast, and the surprise attack gave him no chance to react.

One stabbed at his lower back, another at his shoulder, and the other two were blasted away by his iron fist, but in doing so, he took a punch from Wang Wen.

The next moment, the Japanese monk's expression changed. He felt his blood rapidly draining away, and his shoulders and waist became icy cold.

There was no time to pull it out. With the two Blood Demon Blades interfering and the monk weakened in two places, Wang Wen found an opportunity to smash the Japanese monk's head apart with a single punch.

"Bang!" Half of his brain was smashed open, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Without pausing, Wang Wen turned around and charged towards the Onmyoji protected by the barrier, like a speeding motorcycle.

"Boom!" The barrier shattered instantly, and the Onmyoji was slammed against the wall in shock, half of his body collapsing into the ground.

Wang Wen turned around, a sinister grin on his face.

"Buzzing!" came the sound of an airplane.

"Run! There's a bomb!" Zhou Ming suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, shouted, and turned to run outside.

In Blood Eagle's view, several bombs fell from the bomber, their target being this very spot.

All four were decisive. Zhou Ming was closest to the window, but he was the slowest.

Just as Ding Chu was about to overtake Zhou Ming, he turned around, glanced at Zhou Ming's youthful face, grabbed him, and threw him towards the window with all his might.

Zhou Ming was stunned. After being thrown out of the window, the deafening sound blinded him instantly. A powerful force rushed from behind and flung him into a pile of ruins on the opposite side.

Chapter 27 Changing Perspectives

Zhou Ming felt a dull ache inside his body, his mind was dizzy, and a moist sensation flowed onto his lips.

When I opened my eyes, everything in front of me was distorted, and it would go dark and then black out every now and then.

He reached up and touched his wet lips; his hand was covered in blood. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and a lot of blood flowed out.

After wiping several times, his entire left hand was covered in blood, and the lower half of his face was also covered in bloodstains, but he still couldn't wipe the blood clean.

Ignoring the blood flowing from his nose, Zhou Ming's vision cleared up a bit, and he looked around blankly and subconsciously.

"Ding Chu!...Brother Ding!...Uncle Ding!" Zhou Ming used three different titles in succession, even changing his tone slightly.

Are Zhou Ming and Ding Chu familiar with each other? No, not at all. They're just nodding acquaintances.

Even now, when I think about it carefully, I can't recall a single clear image of it.

But the other party saved him; given Zhou Ming's speed at the time, it would have been impossible for him to escape.

However, Zhou Ming did not have a deep sense of crisis at the time, nor did he feel any sense of life or death. Instead, he believed in his own bloodthirsty power, which was due to the blind confidence brought about by his overly smooth improvement in strength.

The fact that Zhou Ming is now injured and bleeding proves that his so-called enhanced strength is utterly ineffective against real heavy firepower.

"This is also a side effect... I'm such a fucking idiot... I was too arrogant. This is an era of war and arms..." Zhou Ming's thoughts became chaotic.

Just then, Zhou Ming saw Ding Chu and quickly ran over to him.

"Uncle Ding!"

Ding Chu's legs were gone, blown to pieces, but that wasn't the fatal wound. The fatal one was a shrapnel bullet that pierced his heart.

Seeing Ding Chu in this state, Zhou Ming was at a loss for what to do. He had no medical skills, nor any supernatural abilities or spells to restore her health.

"I'm dying... You'd better hide... Be careful, there might be another plane." Ding Chu's words were fragmented and incomplete.

Zhou Ming was overwhelmed with emotions: regret, hatred, and anger. For the first time, he truly felt the cruelty of this era.

It's not about how many people you killed, but about how many people you care about died.

Before, Zhou Ming probably didn't care about Ding Chu at all. He was only familiar with Wang Wen and Wang Wu. Zhou Ming wasn't exactly a good person either, otherwise he wouldn't have killed the other party just because he was robbed.

But nine years of compulsory education instilled in Zhou Ming the most basic moral principles and human touch.

One should be grateful to one's savior, especially one with whom there is no mutual benefit or even affection, and who is completely regarded as a stranger.

How could Zhou Ming not care?

"Live well!" After saying her last words, Ding Chu breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

In his final moments, as he lay dying, Zhou Ming's face appeared before him again in a blurry state, before transforming into another blurry image.

"If my son were still alive, he would probably be like this too!"

In his final moments, he was still haunted by his own thoughts. The image of a boy around ten years old appeared, with a grenade strapped to his body just like before, before being blown to pieces.

A crazed woman charged toward the Japanese position, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire and never seen again.

Zhou Ming had no idea what Ding Chu was thinking or why he had saved him. He just looked at Ding Chu, who had completely stopped breathing, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Wu, his face covered in blood, ran over at this moment and said anxiously, "Quick, hide! Another plane is coming."

After saying that, Wang Wu grabbed Ding Chu's body and ran to a secluded spot.

Zhou Ming silently followed.

The roar of airplanes echoed across the sky, and black dots fell one after another.

"Boom!"

Huge explosions resounded all around, and the ground trembled.

The Japanese pilot, flying his plane in the sky, glanced coldly at the city below, engulfed in gunfire.

"Chinese, submit to the power of the Great Japanese Empire!" The arrogant voice was trapped in the cockpit and could not be heard out at all.

But the Japanese driver didn't care at all. Just as he was feeling smug, a streak of blood suddenly rushed over.

It's Blood Eagle!

The sharp claws slammed directly into the bomber, and the two collided before the Japanese could react.

"Bang!" The Blood Eagle exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist that quickly dissipated.

The canopy was punched through a large hole, and blood and glass splattered onto the Japanese soldier's face due to the force of the kinetic energy.

"Ah, my eyes!" the Japanese soldier screamed immediately. In his panic, the plane lost balance, spun around, and crashed into the distance.

Blood Bird Spell is not a combat skill; on the contrary, this spell is very weak in combat. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called Blood Bird Spell; it should be called Blood Eagle Spell.

Its main function is still monitoring and observation, and the directions of cultivation are also differentiated.

Even if Zhou Ming used eagles as materials, the resulting combat power would be very weak, and it would be blown up by the powerful kinetic energy of the airplane.

Down in the street, Zhou Ming stood up and looked at the ruins around him, then suddenly slapped himself.

"What the hell am I worried about?" Zhou Ming's bloodthirsty power surged, and two blood eagles immediately split off.

One flapped its wings and flew back into the sky, immediately heading in another direction—towards the safe house.

"Xiaoming!" Wang Wen walked over, just about to offer some words of comfort.

"Brother Wen, no need to say anything, I understand. There's nothing wrong with my emotions, I just regret not giving it my all," Zhou Ming interrupted Wang Wen, speaking expressionlessly.

After saying that, he walked towards the ruins, reached out and pushed aside a huge rock, revealing the mangled body of a Japanese soldier.

Reaching out at the corpse, he unleashed a surge of bloodthirsty power, refining it directly without any attempt at concealment. The next moment, a bloodthirsty talisman was created.

When Wang Wu saw this, his pupils contracted slightly, and then he frowned.

Instead, Wang Wen simply walked over, patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder, and said, "Your methods are likely to cause trouble. Don't use them on your own people."

"Hmm!" Zhou Ming gave a soft "hmm" and continued the transformation.

They found the bodies of nearly 20 Japanese soldiers, but in the end, they only managed to create six Blood Fiend Talismans. Some were too mutilated, and others were too old, with insufficient remaining soul fragments, making it impossible to create Blood Fiend Talismans.

Zhou Ming also found the remains of the two strange people. They were somewhat incomplete, but they were still enough to forge four Blood Fiend Demon Blades.