Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Homer's skin turned into a dark gray metal as he withstood the talismans shot by the Shangqing disciples.

The talisman exploded, and he only swayed slightly before charging forward, punching a Shangqing disciple and sending him and a tree flying.

Xu Duo sat cross-legged on a tree stump and played the shakuhachi.

The eerie sound waves spread, and the three Putuo disciples became distracted, their weapons suddenly turning against their companions.

Fortunately, a disciple of Shangqing noticed something was wrong and promptly used several Qingxin Talismans to temporarily counteract the effects of the illusion.

Master Huixin knocked Homer back with a single blow and then turned and shouted.

"Form ranks! Don't let yourselves be picked off one by one!"

The six Shangqing disciples quickly gathered together and formed the "Six Harmonies Sword Formation".

The sword energy of the six longswords intertwined, keeping the exploding butterfly and black snake at bay.

Three disciples of Putuo also stood back to back, their sticks casting shadows like a wall.

The situation seems to have stabilized for the time being.

But no one noticed that a strange figure was hiding in the shadows not far from them.

That was Eita Nikaido.

He remained hidden in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity.

Just as Master Huixin repelled Homer with one blow and then knocked away the exploding butterfly for his disciple with another, Huixin...

In the instant when the old power was exhausted and the new power had not yet arisen, Eita Nikaido moved like a ghost.

There were no footsteps, no murderous intent, not even the sound of a sword being drawn.

All the people saw was a red line flash by.

Master Huixin felt a chill on his neck.

He felt his vision flip, and saw his headless body still in a swinging stance, blood gushing from his neck.

My gaze spun around and finally settled on a pile of fallen leaves.

He died without ever seeing where the knife came from.

"Senior brother!"

The three Putuo disciples, their eyes bloodshot with rage, rushed towards Eita without regard for their own safety.

Eita's demon sword Hirumaru trembled slightly, and a blood-red mist rose from its blade.

With a casual wave of his hand, a surge of red energy erupted, sending the three of them flying.

One of them was struck in the chest by a rock thrown up by the blast wave, his ribs shattered, and he died on the spot.

Lu Ren witnessed the carnage on the right wing from the left wing, and his heart was deeply shaken.

He could only grit his teeth and order: "We've already failed! Retreat! Regroup to rescue the people of Putuo!"

With the exoskeleton armor powered at full throttle, Lü Ren charged toward Eita like a cannonball.

Meanwhile, after losing several lives, the skilled fighters from the four major families quickly broke away from the encirclement on both sides of the battlefield, unleashing their swords and blades.

Eita didn't even look, and slashed with his backhand.

As the swords clashed with the demonic blade, Eita managed to slash a nick in each of the allied forces' swords.

Most of the allied soldiers groaned and retreated, their hands split open.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lü Ren pressed closer, stomped his foot hard, and the ground within several meters around him churned up, heading straight for Eita.

However, when the Ruyi Force touched the red aura, its speed suddenly decreased.

Eita turned around, and his demon sword slashed upwards.

Lu Ren retreated hastily, but his left arm was still struck by the blade's energy.

The exoskeleton armor, which was impervious to swords and blades, cracked like paper, and blood gushed from his left arm.

He gritted his teeth and activated the armor's high-frequency mode, which greatly increased his speed, allowing him to narrowly avoid the subsequent slashes.

The others were not so lucky.

Eita's sword flashed repeatedly, shattering the weapons in the hands of several men. Within those few seconds, all the skilled fighters had perished.

Eita's sword was both sharp and swift, and none of these skilled fighters could react in time.

They were either beheaded or had half their bodies severed by a single blow.

"go!"

Lu Ren coughed up a mouthful of blood and roared, grabbing the collar of a seriously injured man with his right hand, and used his jet propulsion device to shoot backwards at full power to escape.

The remaining survivors could only fight and retreat.

Ayun's mummified puppets relentlessly pursued him, while Kimura's venomous snakes kept emerging from the ground.

The right-wing disciples of Shangqing and Putuo also made a difficult retreat amidst Xuduo's illusory sounds and the explosion of butterflies.

During the retreat, another member of the Wang family was bitten by a venomous snake and died from the poison.

One of the Shangqing disciples, in order to cover his fellow disciples, had his sternum shattered by a single punch from Homer.

In the end, only nine members of the allied forces escaped from the Black Pine Forest.

The once mighty allied forces were reduced to such a small number, and all the remaining men were wounded, including five who had lost hands and feet.

Lu Ren lost his left arm and suffered excessive blood loss, leaving him deathly pale.

One of my fellow students at Shangqing University suffered severe chest and abdominal injuries and was kept alive only by emergency medication.

One of the disciples of Putuo had his right leg severed at the knee, and another was blinded by the poison.

Inside the black pine forest, Higoshi began cleaning up the battlefield.

Eita flicked the blood off the cursed sword and sheathed it.

He walked to Master Huixin's headless corpse and cleaved the bronze rod in two with another stroke.

"The extraordinary people of the East are nothing special."

He said lightly.

Old Rentou walked over slowly and glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"They wore exoskeleton armor; otherwise, there would have been even more casualties. The technology of the Divine Machine Alliance is indeed not to be underestimated."

"But so what?"

Eita laughed maniacally.

"In front of Hirumaru, they are all just chickens and dogs."

Old Rentou didn't reply, but instead gave instructions.

"Dispose of the body, take the useful equipment. Rest for half an hour, then continue on your way."

“Those iron boxes…”

Kimura Okataro asked in a low voice.

"Add more guards. During the battle just now, someone tried to approach the iron box but was repelled."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"It seems there are others who are interested in those boxes, just like us."

Old Rentou looked south, towards the direction of Guijianchou.

As a ninja, how could he not know that this was the most suitable place to ambush?

However, following the military's orders, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue on their way.

"Pass down the order: be on high alert for the upcoming itinerary."

The wind blew through the forest, carrying with it a heavy, pungent smell of blood.

After a brief reorganization, the Higoshi ninja team set off again.

Chapter 199 The Demon's Sorrow (4K)

After the battle at the Black Pine Forest, Higoshi's army continued southward.

In recent days, although there have been small-scale attacks by foreigners along the way, they have all been like moths to a flame and have not caused any real obstacles to the team.

Among the Ten Demons, the younger ones, such as Cho and Homer, already showed a hint of contempt on their faces.

Even the seasoned and prudent Okataro Kimura made a low-key assessment after repelling an attack.

"The world of extraordinary people in the Eastern Kingdom is indeed a disorganized mess."

Old Rentou saw all of this but said nothing.

He had lived too long and had seen too many precedents of ruin caused by underestimation.

These young people need to experience losses firsthand to learn from their mistakes.

On the afternoon of the third day, the team arrived at a treacherous mountain stream.

The cliffs on both sides are as if cut by a knife and axe, and are over a hundred feet high, with only a winding mountain path less than three feet wide in the middle.

The rock face is dark brown, with occasional withered pine trees hanging upside down, adding to its treacherous appearance.

The mountain wind blows through the ravine, making a mournful sound, which the locals call "the devil's sorrow."

Old Rentou raised his hand to stop the line.

He stood at the mouth of the ravine, his withered face etched with deep wrinkles like ravines.

His cloudy gaze slowly swept across the mountain path ahead, the cliffs on both sides, and even the sliver of sky overhead.

"This place is extremely dangerous and needs to be carefully explored."

The old ninja leader gave the order, and more than ten ninjas skilled in stealth and reconnaissance immediately dispersed.

They climb cliffs like geckos or blend into the shadows of mountain paths, their movements swift and silent.

Several black snakes slid out from Kimura Okataro's sleeve, their bodies disappearing into crevices in the rocks and bushes, then splitting up and swimming deeper into the mountain stream.