Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

The instant Zhang Zheng was blocked by Li Zizai, the attacks from the others simultaneously struck him. Li Quzhuo's magical artifact was exhausted and shattered by Yang Yitan, Wang Quanba, and others. He propped himself up and pounced on the monster, tearing large chunks of flesh from Zhang Zheng's body.

Li Quzhuo's eyes were filled with the monster that had killed Li Zizai. Filled with intense hatred and reluctant lingering affection, he closed his eyes wearily, and his broken body fell limply to the ground.

"Hehehehe~~" A strange and terrifying laugh reached the ears of the remaining masked gang from outside the ruins of the temple. Wang Quanba and the others, who were seriously injured, looked with all their might and saw a group of terrifying monsters poking their heads out, their blood-red eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"How I miss the taste of despair!" The ugly, worm-like monster chewed on its terrifyingly large mouthparts, and the ear-piercing screams, like metal scraping, tormented the fragile nerves of Wang Quanba and the others.

"It is the taste of hope that is more intoxicating!" the golden monster roared, as if countless sacred objects were speaking at once, the layers upon layers of words making the scalp of those who heard them tingle.

"If you ask me, their meat is much more delicious. It's so tender and juicy!" The other monster, dissatisfied with the other two's assessment, smacked its terrifying jaws and roared.

"Stop arguing, we still need to find out how to break through that circle," the fox figure shrouded in shadow interrupted their quarrel, suggesting.

The monsters stopped arguing, their enormous, scarlet eyes fixed on the masked group in the temple, the terrifying psychological pressure nearly destroying their remaining sanity.

"You're the ones who orchestrated all of this?!" The surviving Wang Quanba Ye struggled to support his badly injured body with his broken sword, his hair disheveled as he gritted his teeth and asked.

"We did it, so what?" The golden monster's magical, overlapping sonic attacks assaulted the remaining masked figures.

"Hehehe~" The other monsters' mocking laughter rang out unrestrainedly, their eyes looking at the stray dogs.

Deng Qiyue, who was beheaded with a single blow, temporarily broke free from mental control to shield Yang Yitan from a blow that separated Wang Quanzui from his body. Mu Shenqi and Qingmu Yuan, who were killed without a complete corpse, were frantically attacked by the crazed Yang Yitan and Li Quzhuo. Li Zizai died under the attack of Wang Quanba and Zhang Zheng. The seriously injured Li Quzhuo was attacked by Yang Yitan and Ji Wuji. Limbs and remains were scattered everywhere. Zhang Zheng was exhausted. Ji Wuji was backfired by the Taoist magic. Yang Yitan was in so much pain that he destroyed his own Heavenly Eye. Wang Quanba's blood and qi were exhausted and he was about to die.

"Clang~" Zhang Zheng's black sword fell from his hand, and his last glimmer of life dissipated.

"Hahaha! Creatures in this circle are so fragile!" A monster's arm instantly stretched out, grabbing Zhang Zheng's corpse and the powerless Ji Wuji. The monsters swarmed over and devoured the two of them.

"The flesh of creatures within the circle is so delicious!" They chewed on their limbs, gesturing wildly as they exclaimed, creating a frenzied dance on the temple ruins.

Yang Yitan heard the words "outside the circle" in a daze. His chaotic thoughts seemed to be touched, but it was as if he was separated by a layer of fog and could not grasp that glimmer of light. His mind became more and more blurred.

"Drip~ drip~" Blood dripped from Yang Yi's brow, falling to the ground and blooming into brilliant blood flowers.

"Hahaha!" The maniacal laughter still echoed in front of them.

"You are courting death!" Two lines of bloody tears flowed from Wang Quanba's eyes. He burned his life, merging all his magic power, spirit, and will into this sword. This sword condensed everything he had in his life.

The dazzling sword light, like the punishment of the gods, like a meteorite falling from the sky, carried an indomitable sword intent as it slashed towards the monster outside the temple.

The sword light flashed like an eraser rubbing against paper, obliterating everything that stood in its way, leaving only a black fox crouching on the ground, its hands protecting its head. When the sword light dissipated, it cautiously poked its head out, its once slender body now much shorter.

With a sound like a mirror shattering, the imitation King's Sword broke into fine fragments and was completely destroyed. King's Power and Hegemony were emaciated and could no longer maintain their bodies. They fell to their knees, face down, and lost all consciousness.

"Impressive, truly impressive! No wonder he is the most outstanding heir of the current generation of the Heaven and Earth Sword King's family!" Yang Ping'an clapped his hands in praise as he led the black fox into the completely ruined temple.

At this moment, only the black fox controlled by Yang Ping'an and the delirious Yang Yitan remained in the ruins.

"You... are..." Yang Yitan, with his remaining consciousness, heard Yang Ping'an's voice and felt a sense of familiarity in his blurry vision. He tried his best to squint his tired eyes in vain, and the shadow in front of him was indeed a demon with a seductive figure, animal ears on its head, and a tail on its back.

"You should also go on your way!" The black fox controlled by Yang Ping'an unleashed a black magical force, which entered Yang Yitan's mind.

"So it was all an illusion after all. Is this the end? I'm so unwilling to accept this. I haven't seen Ping An get married yet, and I haven't married my little sister. The family depends on Ping An. I'll repay her for raising me in the next life. It would be good to be buried with my little sister." His fragmented, illogical thoughts ended, and Yang Yitan's mind fell silent.

Thus, the once invincible Masked Gang met its end, with all ten geniuses of the One Qi Alliance perishing.

Standing amidst the ruins, Yang Ping'an gazed at the dilapidated temple remains, feeling utterly defeated by the masked gang. He was particularly struck by Yang Yitan's performance, finding it unbearable to watch. What kind of nonsense was this—self-destructing his Heavenly Eye without a word? Yang Yitan clearly understood the enemy's methods, yet he still ended up in such a state.

On a tree branch outside, Yang Ping'an withdrew his divine sense from the Chaos Golden Lotus and silently looked at the masked gang lying haphazardly in the ruins within the lotus.

"Hehehe, this lesson should be enough for you to remember." Yang Ping'an suddenly laughed as he looked at their convulsing bodies. He assured that it was not because he was petty, but all of this was to crush the arrogance of the Masked Gang, and it was all for the good of the Masked Gang.

With a thought, Yang Ping'an conjured up the ruins within the Chaos Golden Lotus, filling the original pit. All ten members of the masked gang lay unharmed amidst the ruins, blurring the lines between reality and illusion—who could truly discern the truth?

Yang Ping'an drove the wild beasts in the forest outwards and set up a simple array outside the mountain to protect the masked gang. Before leaving, Yang Ping'an looked at the ten people lying haphazardly, a malicious smile on his face.

The Jade Rabbit rises in the east, the Golden Crow sets. The golden sunset, following the sun's movement, illuminates the ruins of the mountain god's temple. Yang Yitan's brows furrowed, his eyelashes fluttered, and suddenly he opened his eyes, sitting up from the ground, breathing heavily.

"This is... I'm not dead!" Yang Yi sighed, sitting there in a daze, before calming down. He felt the weight on his right hand, turned his head and looked, and saw Wang Quanzui gripping his hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

Yang Yitan gently reached out his right hand to brush away the stray strands of hair and wipe away the sweat from her forehead and temples.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.