A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The demon Ming army on this side also let out a roar. The sound didn't sound like a living person. It was more like a gust of cold wind howling through the valley, carrying a chill that seeped into the bone marrow.

Black light rose from each of the demonic soldiers, like countless black venomous snakes, wandering, intertwining, and coalescing in the twilight.

One after another, black, ominous phantom generals slowly took shape in the black light.

Those phantom figures were also clad in armor, wielding halberds, with swords at their waists and helmets on their heads.

Unlike the golden-armored Ming army's phantom generals, these black phantom generals were shrouded in black mist, like spirits crawling out of the depths of hell.

Their eyes were two burning black flames, leaping and flickering in the twilight, exuding a chilling aura.

Black light and golden light confront each other.

The black general and the gold general confront each other.

Two armies, two colors, two auras, forming a stark contrast in the twilight.

One side is golden, solemn, and exudes a sense of orthodoxy and royal grandeur.

One side was black, eerie, and carried an evil, ominous aura.

Zhu Cheng's inner demon stood at the forefront of the black Ming army, looked up at the golden phantoms of generals, and slowly curled a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

That smile was exactly the same as Zhu Cheng's usual smile—gentle, polite, and just right.

But paired with his white eyes, that smile looked particularly eerie and chilling.

He spoke, his voice exactly like Zhu Cheng's, gentle and warm, carrying a comforting feeling like a spring breeze:

"attack."

His voice was not loud, it could even be described as very soft, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

"For the sake of the Ji family."

The words had barely left his mouth—

Above the Ming army formation of the inner demons, the black general phantoms all moved at once!

They took steps, each one causing the ground to tremble violently and making a loud "thump thump thump" sound, as if someone were beating a giant war drum.

They raised their halberds, which were wreathed in black mist, leaving trails of black smoke in the twilight like the scythe of death.

Then--

"kill--!!!"

The demonic army roared with earth-shattering fury, surging towards the golden army like a tidal wave!

The golden-armored Ming army was not to be outdone. Their formation swung, and golden light shone brightly. The golden general phantoms charged forward to meet the black general phantom!

Two torrents collided with a deafening roar in the twilight!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar exploded over the Forbidden City.

The sound was not the sound of metal clashing, nor the sound of flesh colliding, but a deeper, more magnificent roar, as if it came from the beginning of time.

The golden and black light exploded at the moment of collision, turning the entire sky into a chaotic color.

Two illusory figures of generals, one gold and one black, were locked in combat in the twilight.

The golden halberd clashed with the black halberd, sparking dazzling flashes like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

The golden fist slammed into the black chest with a dull thud, like the beating of a drum.

Black claws slashed across the golden armor, producing a piercing scraping sound, like fingernails scraping against glass.

They tumbled, tore, and crashed in the sky, each collision causing a violent tremor that shattered the bricks and stones on the ground and caused the eaves of the palace to collapse.

On the ground, the golden-armored Ming army and the demonic Ming army were also locked in fierce combat.

Halberds clashed against halberds, swords clashed against swords, and the sounds of metal striking metal rose and fell, like the noise coming from a blacksmith's shop.

Blood splattered in the twilight, staining the blue bricks, the palace walls, and the sun and moon flag that fluttered in the wind.

Screams, shouts, the clanging of metal, and the thud of bodies falling to the ground blended into a chaotic symphony that echoed over the Forbidden City.

Zhu Cheng stood at a distance, watching this scene, feeling his heart sinking little by little.

His proud Ming army formation was actually blocked by a black-and-white army that appeared out of nowhere.

Moreover, judging from their posture, they seem to have gained the upper hand.

Although those demonic Ming soldiers were individually weaker than the golden-armored Ming soldiers, they were fearless and relentless, as if they could never be killed.

Moreover, their tactics are more unpredictable and cunning, completely defying conventional methods.

Sometimes they split into small teams to infiltrate and encircle; other times they merged into one force to charge head-on.

The Ming army, clad in golden armor, was thrown into disarray and exhausted from dealing with the situation.

Looking at the Ming army soldiers driven by their inner demons, and at their familiar tactics, Zhu Cheng was suddenly struck by an absurd thought—

Why does this army look so familiar?

The tactics, the style, the tricky angles, the uncanny teamwork...

Why does it resemble those wildly imaginative tactics he once conceived?

He turned his head sharply and looked at the face that looked exactly like his own, standing behind the black and white army.

Zhu Cheng's inner demon stood on the roof of a side hall, hands behind his back, a smile on his face, watching everything on the battlefield.

That posture, that expression, that composed demeanor—

It was as if Zhu Cheng himself was commanding a battle.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own, Zhu Cheng suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

He got it.

His inner demons inherited all his tactical skills, military talents, and combat experience.

Even stronger than him.

Because inner demons have no worries, no hesitations, and no constraints.

He can go all out and use the ruthless methods to win the most brilliant battle.

Zhu Cheng himself, however, was bound by those so-called "gentlemanly ways" and "royal demeanor," becoming timid and hesitant, always looking before and after.

He suddenly remembered a sentence—

The person who knows you best is always your enemy.

The person who understands him best is not his friend, nor his family, but his inner demons.

That person who shares the same memories, the same experiences, and the same life with him—another version of himself.

Meanwhile, Ji Zuodao and Ji Zhengdao were squatting on a relatively intact rooftop, watching the chaotic battle below with great interest.

That expression was like watching a free fireworks display, so relaxed it made you grit your teeth.

"Hey, do you think you can defeat your inner demon?" Ji Zuodao nudged Ji Zhengdao with his elbow and asked.

"I don't know." Ji Zhengdao shook his head, looking indifferent. "Anyway, it doesn't matter if we can't win, we can just stall for time."

"Dragging out time?"

"yes."

Ji Zhengdao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Haven't you noticed? My domain is slowly encroaching. Once my domain completely covers this secret realm, there's no need to fight anymore; I can just swallow it whole."

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "You're a fucking genius."

"That's right." Ji Zhengdao accepted the assessment without any modesty.

The two squatted on the roof, watching the chaotic battle below, with identical wicked smiles on their faces.

The smiles... well, they were like two weasels who had stolen a chicken, sitting on a wall, licking their paws with glee.