Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

If it weren't for the piercing sound of the blade cutting through flesh, or the overwhelming smell of the sprayed blood, they wouldn't even have had time to react.

The Night Slayer, hidden in the shadows, scanned the wounds on the corpses, seemingly reflecting on the mistakes of his operation.

Those ninjas who were thrown into panic by the sudden deaths instinctively moved quickly toward the center, trying to form a defensive formation to protect themselves.

However, this grouping behavior only increases the Night Slayers' efficiency in killing them.

The slight sense of security they felt from sticking together was shattered by the sword array formed by the Night Slayer's manipulation of their shadows and the surrounding shadows.

The death storm created by the Shadow Blade and Shadow Assassin instantly engulfed them, the blades crisscrossing and precisely slicing through vital organs such as the throat and heart.

Amidst a brief, desperate cry of terror, the area was completely enveloped in shadow and silence.

On the other front, the harrowing cleanup operation remained eerily quiet.

He maintained an erratic pace, moving forward little by little.

Any ninja who enters within a hundred meters of him, no matter how well they are hidden, will be struck directly in the mind by the invisible and intangible "Soul-Shocking Thorn".

Most of the ninjas didn't even have time to react before their eyes glazed over, their minds were overwhelmed, and they fainted.

Even those with a stronger will can only hold on for a little longer.

Then, under the impact of several consecutive "soul-shattering stabs," he could not escape the fate of losing consciousness.

In contrast, the combat methods of the Shadow Spider swarm and the Puppet Swarm are more direct and efficient.

They rely on their overwhelming numerical advantage to crush their opponents.

When encountering ninjas, the first thing they would do was unleash a barrage of crossbow bolts.

Immediately afterwards, a swarm of soldier bees, like dark clouds looming overhead, rushed in and launched a second volley of poison needles at close range.

Those ninjas who fall within their attack range usually meet only one of two fates:

They would either be riddled with crossbow bolts;

They are either struck by a poisoned bee sting and die from the poison in a very short time; there is rarely a third outcome.

Of course, there were some skilled fighters among this group of Japanese devils.

A strange monk holding an ancient bronze bell continuously struck the bell while chanting scriptures.

It emitted visible sonic ripples, which managed to barely withstand the cover of the Shadow Spider Arrow Rain.

The other one is a ninja who can control a yellow flame that exudes a cold aura.

He used unpredictable fire-based techniques to maneuver around the enemy, burning some of the crossbow bolts and the approaching soldier bees.

However, under the combined attack of the Shadow Spider and the Soldier Bee, they were only able to temporarily stabilize their position and were not immediately defeated.

But their struggles only delayed their inevitable defeat.

After quickly clearing out the ordinary ninjas from their respective areas, Night Demon's figure, exuding a strong murderous aura, began to drift towards the direction of the bell-ringing monk.

Meanwhile, Jinghun on the other side also turned around, his empty gaze locking onto the location of the ninja who controlled the Yin Fire.

As for Fenrir the Wolf, it seems they've also encountered a tough opponent.

A burly Japanese soldier, wielding a spiked club, was completely unafraid of the Fenrir wolf's pounce and its claws imbued with earth energy.

This Japanese soldier seemed to have practiced some kind of technique to strengthen the qi on his body surface, and for a while, Fenrir Wolf really didn't have a good way to deal with him.

He could only rely on his speed advantage to kill all the Japanese soldiers and other strange people who were poisoning him.

They attempted to provoke and provoke the other party into revealing a weakness.

Meanwhile, Cui Ming, who had been hiding underground using earth-walking techniques, was also itching to get his hands dirty.

Since we have such a good target, it would be a huge loss not to give it a try.

Cui Ming took control of all twenty-four rhomboid floating cannons and continuously modified and reassembled them in the air.

Finally, a gun barrel even larger than the energy giant sword created by Zhang Xuan was slowly assembled in mid-air.

A deep blue light gathered continuously in the gun barrel, and the burly Japanese man who was fighting Fenrir wolves on the ground instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked around in alarm, as if trying to find the source of this sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end.

But it was all in vain, because the gun barrel was locked onto him from a thousand meters away in the air.

Finally, a flash of blue light appeared!

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I've been busy with mundane matters lately and need some time to deal with them. I'll resume updates tomorrow.

Chapter 146 Down in one gulp

A deep blue beam of energy shot out from the giant floating cannon barrel a thousand meters in the air.

In the blink of an eye, it traversed a great distance and accurately struck the burly Japanese soldier's legs.

His protective aura, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this energy beam that was condensed with the power of Dan Shi, and it could not even form a barrier for a moment.

Cui Ming deliberately avoided the key points.

Because he had already recognized that this burly Japanese soldier was the main culprit who would later wield a giant club and participate in the siege of Tang Clan member Li Ding during the Battle of Mianshan.

If we could easily take his life with a single shot, it would be too lenient on him.

As the beam of energy swept past, the burly Japanese soldier's legs vanished instantly from the thighs down, as if they had never existed.

The Japanese soldier, who had been tense and on high alert, even let out a roar in an attempt to dispel the inexplicable fear in his heart.

But he suddenly found himself unable to move, and his body instantly lost its balance, falling heavily to the ground with a thud.

Only then did he subconsciously look down, and what came into view was his empty lower body, the wound was charred black, and there was even a strange burnt smell emanating from it.

His mind went blank for a while before the intense pain surged through his brain like a tidal wave.

"what--!!!"

A piercing wail tore through the air; fear and excruciating pain completely overwhelmed his remaining sanity.

His strong will to survive made him completely ignore the Fenrir wolf that was eyeing him menacingly.

He frantically clawed at the ground with his remaining arms, dragging his charred lower body as he crawled forward, leaving a shocking trail of blood.

High in the sky, from the giant floating cannon composed of twenty-four floating cannons, a faint blue light flashed again, and the second attack followed immediately.

"laugh--!"

Another blue light!

This time, he was hit in the right arm.

The entire right arm vanished the instant it came into contact with the energy beam, and at the same time, the ground was eroded, leaving a bottomless hole.

Blood burst through the charred wound, gushing from the severed shoulder and quickly staining the ground beneath him.

He was too weak to move, his head tilted limply to one side, his face streaked with tears and snot, filled only with extreme pain and despair.

Even so, Cui Ming had no intention of letting him off so easily.

A huge shadow loomed over him.

He used his remaining left hand for support and struggled to lift his head.

What came into view was the Fenrir wolf's gaping maw with its jagged teeth!

Click!

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and then silence fell over the surroundings.

......

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, the Japanese monk holding the bronze bell was already at his last gasp.

The dozens of ninjas who had gathered there were protected by his bronze bell artifact and sonic techniques.

Under the relentless barrage of twelve rounds of crossbow bolts from the Shadow Spiders, and the wave after wave of fearless, suicidal dives of poison needles from the puppet bees.

Now only three people remain, and all of them are injured and breathing heavily.

Even if no one attacks again later, they will eventually die from blood loss.

The monk himself was also drenched in sweat, his arm trembling slightly as he struck the bronze bell, and his voice became hoarse as he chanted the scriptures.

Each time he used sonic vibrations to deflect crossbow bolts and poisonous bees, he was consuming a large amount of his Qi and energy.

Just as he was struggling to block the twelfth wave of dense arrows, and before he could catch his breath,

The monk suddenly caught a glimpse of something less than ten meters ahead out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, a figure, wrapped in black bandages and exuding an ominous aura, stood silently in the distance.

The newcomer was none other than Night Slayer, who had arrived stealthily!

The monk's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively, he frantically poured his remaining Qi into the bronze bell, wanting to ring it again.

However, the Night Slayer was faster.

He didn't even move, only a glint of light flashed in his eyes hidden beneath the bandages.

At the monk's feet, his own shadow, elongated by the setting sun, suddenly came to life!

The shadow, however, now resembled a black venomous snake with life, suddenly leaping upwards.

It transformed into several strong chains, tightly binding the monk's mallet-wielding arm and the bronze bell itself.

His tapping was abruptly interrupted.

The more the monk struggled, the stronger the binding force of the chains formed by the shadow became.

It also carried a chilling aura that continuously eroded his body.

Seeing this, the other three wounded ninjas, enduring their pain, roared and lunged at the Night Demon, attempting to rescue the monk.

But the Night Demon didn't even bother to glance at them.

Within the shadows surrounding the Night Slayer, something seemed to possess its own consciousness, churning and surging, with several sharp spikes formed from the shadows rising from the ground.

*Pfft pfft!*