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

This power, combined with his Thirteen Protectors Underworld Armor, greatly enhanced him, resulting in a qualitative leap in his attack, defense, and speed.

"Hua Yong, what happened to you?" Wang Wu squatted down and looked at Hua Yong, his sense of unease growing stronger as he spoke.

Why haven't Old Zhang and the others caught up yet? Wang Wen, Wang Wu, and Zhou Ming are the strongest and most destructive, and they were originally supposed to lead the charge forward, with Old Zhang and the other three following behind.

We've been stuck in this room for so long, why haven't they caught up yet?

"Be careful, the Three Witches..." Hua Yong said, but before he could finish, his bloodshot eyes wide open, he was gone.

This statement almost confirmed Wang Wu's suspicions, especially after seeing the marks on the other person's clothes, he immediately lifted up the clothes.

A distinctive scorch mark appeared before my eyes, emitting a faint fragrance.

"The smell of alcohol and smoke is what caused Hua Yong's defeat, right?" Wang Wu stood up and said.

Flames flickered in Zhou Ming's hands as he coldly watched the middle-aged man emerge from the damaged area.

The other person held a gourd of wine, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Who told him to be the strongest among you? But it seems I misjudged him. You're the strongest, aren't you?"

The other party's gaze fell on Wang Wen, who was shrouded in black armor, with only his cold eyes showing. An unprecedented killing intent erupted in Wang Wen's heart.

"Do you know that what I hate most is a traitor?" Wang Wen said through gritted teeth.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, he swayed as if he were drunk.

"Heh heh heh, what kind of bullshit traitor are you? I can get whatever the Japanese want from me. Even if I need to use living people for cultivation, they can send them to me immediately. Why do you think I have to stand with you? Why do you think I'm a traitor?" the middle-aged man said dismissively.

Blood-red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the Qi within his body became even stronger.

"You don't consider yourself Chinese." Wang Wu was stunned, staring at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

Chapter 33 Martial Saint State

Without realizing it, the space seemed to have changed.

The ground began to churn like water, completely disrupting the sense of space and direction, and the surroundings became distorted.

A wisp of fire appeared, followed by thick smoke, which then transformed into a fire dragon.

Zhou Ming, who had been silent all along but had been maximizing his senses, suddenly grinned menacingly.

"Finally found you." Zhou Ming's eyes flickered instantly, his pupils seeming to transform into two invisible, burning flames.

The primordial fire erupted, instantly blasting towards a corner of the room like a ray of fire.

"Ah!" A scream rang out.

The feeling of spatial disorder and change vanished instantly, and a subtle fragrance that had been overlooked became more pronounced.

The old man with the pipe suddenly jumped out, quickly dodging the woman who was writhing in pain, and then stared at Zhou Ming with a look of horror.

The woman seemed to be burning with invisible flames, writhing wildly, her body tightly clutching her head, twisting like a shrimp.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much!" The screams and wails echoed throughout the room.

"The fire of the primordial spirit? You bastard, are you out of your mind?" The old man looked at Zhou Ming as if he were a madman.

In his view, the so-called "fire of the primordial spirit" is simply a flame ignited by using one's own primordial spirit as fuel, a completely reckless act.

Although Zhou Ming possessed the Lamp of Primordial Spirit, such a violent outburst still caused him to feel dizzy, have tinnitus, and experience a sharp pain in his brain.

But looking at the traitor, who was half-burnt and barely alive, he grinned and laughed wildly at the old man.

The fragrance emanating from the woman created an extremely sophisticated illusion, which even Zhou Ming, with his keen senses and spirituality, could not see through in the distorted space.

Therefore, he could only do his best to find the source and use the Spirit Lamp, which was most adept at burning the primordial spirit, to break the opponent's illusion and injure the primordial spirit, rendering her unable to cast such an illusion.

"Zhou Ming, can you hold this guy off?" Wang Wen asked, pointing at the old man with the pipe while rushing toward the middle-aged man with the wine gourd.

"Don't worry, we'll surround and attack. I'll hold him off no matter what." Zhou Ming's body erupted with raging flames, and the lotus lantern in his left hand launched firebirds that rushed towards the old man with the pipe.

The old man was horrified. This fearless brat was truly terrifying. That was the fire of the primordial spirit. The other party clearly did not have a special method and simply relied on his supernatural ability to unleash this power.

The dangers are indescribable; each use could cause serious harm, ranging from making one mentally impaired to sudden death.

"You bastard, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish... Don't fucking touch me!" The old man was speaking normally, but seeing the burst of transparent flames, he suddenly retreated in a fit of rage, took a deep drag on his pipe, and exhaled a large amount of smoke.

"Illusion? No, it's not as sophisticated as the illusion from before, but it still possesses real power within its blend of illusion and reality." Zhou Ming's exceptional perception allowed him to make this judgment immediately.

Holding the lotus lantern up to my eyes, I blew it forward sharply, and transparent flames mixed in, instantly turning it into a sea of ​​fire.

The moment the billowing smoke and the vast sea of ​​fire collided, it exploded violently like a bomb.

The old man quickly hid far away, having no intention of fighting at all.

The kid opposite him was extremely dangerous from head to toe. He didn't want to run into that primordial spirit fire. Anyway, he was just doing a job for money, so there was no need to risk his life.

As Zhou Ming watched the billowing smoke dissipate, his gaze locked onto the old man opposite him, and suddenly streaks of white light flew out from his body.

The Blood Demon Blade pierced through the old man's body in an instant, but the next moment, the old man collapsed into smoke starting from the wound.

"Kid, don't waste your energy. I know your senses are sharp, but this isn't a simple illusion. You won't be able to find me," the old man's chuckled voice rang out.

A very thin mist had risen around them at some unknown time. This mist, which carried a smoky smell, greatly interfered with Zhou Ming's perception.

"A troublesome old man." Zhou Ming held the lotus lamp in his hand, surrounded by eight blood-fiend demon blades for protection, and warily looked around.

"Kid, your mission is to stall me anyway, and I'm already stalled here, aren't I? Why be so serious and insist on finding me?" The old man's voice rang out, trying to persuade him.

The old man had made up his mind not to fight this brat head-on; his life was precious!

Anyway, the Japanese are probably surrounding us soon, so it doesn't matter whether we make a move or not.

Near the gate, the middle-aged man who was drinking had a ruddy complexion and looked furious. His qi was extremely violent, and he was attacking Wang Wen frantically.

The Qi wrapped in his hands was in a state resembling boiling water or steam, constantly churning.

It slammed hard into Wang Wen's body, unleashing a powerful force along with a disruptive force.

Calmness, clarity, sense of direction, and spatial awareness are all disrupted by this force, leading to impulsiveness, rage, disorientation, and a confused sense of space.

This disruptive force had a weak effect on Wang Wen, whose strength had greatly increased, but it did produce some effect, making Wang Wen hesitant to move easily and affecting the performance of his strength.

"You dog, stick your head out and I'll chop it off!" A furious shout, filled with unwavering will, instantly dispelled Wang Wen's negative state.

Wang Wu's face had turned red, and he was wearing a green robe and armor, with a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand.

Riding on his tall Red Hare, he instantly charged towards the middle-aged man, unleashing a powerful slash.

The cyan blade light, resembling the phantom of a real dragon, rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The knife was incredibly fast, arriving in front of the middle-aged man in an instant, giving him little chance to react.

At that moment, the middle-aged man felt a death crisis—a strong, undeniable, and overwhelming one.

Without time to think, the middle-aged man instantly exhausted his strength and unleashed a burst of violent energy, raising his hands in front of him for protection.

"boom!"

The azure dragon-like blade light instantly sent the middle-aged man flying, his entire body slamming heavily against the corner of the wall. The blade light exhausted the middle-aged man's Qi, and its remaining strength severed his arm.

The pain of losing his arm shot through him, and the middle-aged man, completely injured, stared wide-eyed, with only one thought in his mind.

"How could he suddenly become so much stronger?"

"You all step back! I'll cover the rear." Wang Wu stood proudly in place and said calmly.

Just then, some heavy footsteps came, and another sumo wrestler emerged from the hole that the giant sumo wrestler had knocked out.

The man immediately spotted the sumo wrestler's body, which had been crushed in two. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he shouted angrily, "Master, who killed the master?"

"what?"

The sumo wrestlers who came out from behind were taken aback. The four sumo wrestlers on the other side of the wall, upon hearing this, also hurriedly squeezed towards the opening.

The two next to him took several steps back and slammed into the wall, creating a large hole and walking out.

Inside the house, Wang Wen had already pulled Zhou Ming up and was walking out without looking back, saying, "The mission has failed. Stop talking nonsense and let's go."

Chapter 34 The Crimson and Green Ghost Hands

Zhou Ming did not waste the time his teammates bought him; he simply kept a wary eye on the old man smoking as he retreated.

"Run? Where do you think you're going?" The old man sneered twice, then his gaze fell on Wang Wu, who was displaying incredible power and had killed a sumo wrestler with two slashes.

He shuddered, glanced at Wang Wu with some fear, and couldn't help but mutter, "As expected of the Martial Saint Divine Rank passed down for hundreds of years by the Divine Idol Sect, even without charging up his power, he can kill a master with two strikes."

"I never expected it to be a remnant of the idol faction. I should never have come to this room if I had known," said the middle-aged man who was crawling over, coughing up blood as he lost an arm.

"Senior brother, you're really lucky. You didn't even get killed by the Martial Saint's charged strike." The old man said with a smile as he looked at his senior brother.

"Stop talking nonsense, get me out of here! If this kid stabs me again, I'm really done for." The eldest brother wiped the blood from his mouth, looked around, and said with some confusion.

"Where's Junior Sister?"

"Don't you know that my junior sister is always a slippery one? She ran away a long time ago. She doesn't want to face that reckless brat." The old man dragged his senior brother to another window, preparing to jump out and get away from the battlefield.

"Damn it, both of them are reckless bastards." The eldest brother glared at Wang Wu resentfully; this guy was also reckless.

At this moment, Wang Wu killed the last sumo wrestler, looked at the old man and his two companions, and swung his sword out with a backhand motion.

The two were so frightened that their faces turned ashen, and they immediately jumped out of the window.

Wang Wu ignored the two fleeing men and looked toward the gate. His important task now was to lead everyone out.

Zhou Ming followed Wang Wen to the door, his pupils immediately contracting.

On both sides of the wide passageway, a large number of Japanese eccentrics appeared.

There was a leader on each side, exuding a sharp aura and possessing great strength.

On the left is an Onmyoji with four paper figures floating in his hand. He looks at Zhou Ming and his companion with a cold smile, while four shikigami stand in front of him.

On the other side was a man dressed as a Japanese samurai, but what was striking was not his samurai sword, but his two hands, one of which was bluish-green, somewhat withered and ferocious, like a demon's hand and claws.

It was a patch of red, looking very strong, even a bit out of place.

"Chinese people, you have nowhere to run. Surrendering to my great Japanese Empire is your only way to survive," the Onmyoji said in a slightly accented Chinese voice.

"Xiao Ming, each of you handle one side!" Wang Wen said calmly.

“Okay!” Zhou Ming nodded.

"Hmph!" The Onmyoji could understand what the two were saying, so he snorted coldly with displeasure.