Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"It's underground, very deep."

How deep?

Homer asked.

"Over thirty zhang."

Everyone fell silent.

Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters) is nearly a hundred meters deep.

Even the most skilled ninjas who were adept at burrowing and hiding would have no chance of infiltrating that deep. So how did that guy who controlled the puppet manage to do it?

Could it be... that among those lying in ambush, there are also wandering immortals?

Old Rentou couldn't help but ponder for a moment.

"What should I do?"

Butterfly's voice carried suppressed anger.

"Sister... Xia is still over there! I need to go..."

"calm."

Old Rentou interrupted her.

"Acting impulsively now will only lead to your death."

He looked at the iron box.

Six iron boxes were placed in the middle of the mountain path, with no arrows or puppet remains within a three-zhang radius, like a tranquil area in the eye of a storm.

Since the opponents deliberately protected these boxes, it means that the boxes are also very important to them.

An idea popped into Lao Ren's mind.

"The enemy wants these boxes."

He said slowly.

"Otherwise, the rain of arrows just now would have covered this area."

Kimura Okataro was taken aback.

"what do you mean……"

"Use the box to save your life."

"But...the military's orders are..."

"The military has ordered us to deliver the boxes to a designated location."

Old Rentou's voice was icy.

"But if we all die here, the box will still fall into enemy hands. And..."

Old Rentou glanced at the elite Japanese troops who had been wiped out in the first volley of arrows.

"Now no one can leak the information."

Everyone looked at each other.

This is a situation that has occurred very rarely in the history of Hira-nin.

Should they initiate negotiations, or exchange what they are escorting for their survival?

But right now, there doesn't seem to be a better option.

Old Ren stepped forward, facing the silent puppets on the other side of the mountain stream, and spoke in broken Chinese.

"Would you be so kind as to appear and have a talk?"

The sound echoed through the mountain stream.

No one responded.

The puppet horde stood motionless, while the floating cannons slowly adjusted their angles, their muzzles always aimed at the survivors.

The old man waited ten breaths before speaking again.

"We are willing to exchange the iron box for our safe departure. What do you say?"

There has still been no response.

Suddenly, Cui Ming's voice came through the resonator of the puppet soldier bee, echoing in the mountain stream.

The voice had been processed, becoming deep and distorted, making it impossible to determine the age and gender.

"The premise of negotiation is that both sides have equal bargaining chips."

"Even if I kill you all, these boxes will still be mine..."

The moment the words were spoken, all the puppets moved simultaneously.

Before Cui Ming's voice had completely dissipated in the mountain stream, the change had already occurred.

Pale blue mist seeped from the cracks in the rock wall at the entrance's closure.

The fog was initially thin, but quickly became thick, pouring out from rock crevices, ground fissures, and even the heat dissipation holes in the puppet's shell, spreading throughout the entire mountain stream.

The mist carried a faint, sweet, and fishy smell, and caused a slight stinging sensation when it touched the skin.

A ninja with a leg injury instinctively stepped back, but inhaled a small amount of mist.

He immediately felt dizzy, saw double images in his vision, and staggered.

His companion helped him up, and the two of them backed away together, trying to get away from the source of the fog.

However, the fog spreads extremely quickly.

In just five breaths, the blue poisonous fog had covered one-third of the area at the bottom of the ravine and continued to rise.

Visibility in the fog decreased rapidly, and figures three meters away became blurry.

"Hold your breath! It's poisonous fog!"

Old Rentou shouted sternly.

The surviving members of the Hira clan immediately covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves and circulated their Qi to seal their pores.

However, this toxic fog seems to be able to penetrate the skin in small amounts, and prolonged exposure can still cause dizziness and weakness.

Kimura Okataro had already lost a lot of blood, and now, after inhaling a little mist, his complexion looked even more ashen.

He gritted his teeth and shouted a reminder.

"This fog... has a numbing effect on the nerves."

On the other hand, the puppets and human puppets were completely unaffected.

The Night Slayer moved even faster through the fog.

The terrifying creature hovered in the fog, its form even more difficult to discern under the cover of mist.

The Taotie opened its mouth and inhaled a large cloud of blue mist, making its carapace even more lustrous.

Fenrir's back armor unfolds, and its internal devices actively absorb the mist, converting it into energy reserves.

The modified form of Xia and Lang had its eerie blue light in its eyes brighten threefold in the mist.

The shadow spiders and puppet bees on the rock wall resonated with the blue light spots in the mist through the patterns on their shells, increasing their movement speed by 10%.

"This fog...is beneficial to them!"

Xu Duo coughed up a mouthful of blood, which contained pale blue filaments.

Old Rentou's heart sank.

The opponents not only weakened them with poisonous fog, but also strengthened their puppets.

As one side gains at the expense of the other, the gap widens further.

Just then, the crossbow wreckage on the ground began to wriggle.

The more than four hundred giant crossbow bolts that had previously been driven into the rock walls, scattered on the ground, and even pierced through corpses now emitted a blue light that was the same as that of the poisonous fog.

The tail section of the arrow shaft is deformed, the original tail fins are retracted, and new sharp spikes extend from the front end—each arrow becomes a double-edged blade that can injure people from both ends.

The first crossbow bolt emerged from the rock face on its own and hovered in the air.

The second one, the third one...

All the crossbow bolts simultaneously detached from the fixed object, as if controlled by an invisible hand, and slowly rose into the air.

The arrow was surrounded by a pale blue halo, appearing and disappearing in the poisonous fog, like countless hovering poisonous bees.

"Those arrows... came to life?"

The butterfly's voice trembled.

Before the words were even finished, a volley of crossbow bolts fired.

They do not have a unified flight path, but each locks onto a target and launches an attack from different angles and altitudes.

It was extremely fast and without warning.

A heavily wounded ninja, leaning against an iron box, was trying to bandage his abdominal wound when three crossbow bolts shot at him simultaneously from above, to his left, and behind.

He barely managed to twist his body to avoid one, the second pierced his right shoulder, and the third shot into his back and out through his chest.

He looked down at the arrowhead in his chest and slowly fell to the ground.

Another ninja swung his sword to block the crossbow bolts that were coming at him.

The sword and arrow clashed, the crossbow bolt was deflected, but immediately arced through the air, circled around to his side and stabbed again.

He hastily dodged to the side, the arrow tip grazing his ribs and drawing blood.

Before he could even regain his footing, a second crossbow bolt shot from below, piercing his foot and pinning him to the ground. A third arrow then pierced his throat.

The crossbow's attack methods are unpredictable and varied.

Some lunge straight ahead, some circle around in an arc, and some even split into several segments as they approach their target, each segment continuing its attack.

They are not restricted by human joints and can launch attacks from any angle, penetrating blind spots in defenses.

Among the ten demons, Ayun was the first to suffer.