Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"Cho! Quickly reunite with Ittosai and the others! Try to get as close to Nikaido as possible!"

The old man's originally hunched body now appeared unusually tall in Die's eyes.

"Ren Tou! But you..."

The butterfly summoned another butterfly, which attached itself to its wound to temporarily stop the bleeding.

"Go quickly! I'll support the rest!"

Old Rentou glared at Butterfly and said sternly.

Butterfly could only glance at Xia, who had been wounded by the ninja's head and retreated, and then manipulated more butterflies to cause a large number of explosions to cover the operation.

Before long, Die reunited with Yidaosai and the others, which gradually stabilized their previously crumbling defense line.

Chapter 203 The War of Annihilation (Part 3) 4K

After Butterfly reunited with Makino Ittosai and Kimura Okataro, the defense line was finally temporarily stabilized.

The three people stood with their backs to the iron box, forming a triangular formation.

Ittosai's phantom blade danced into a silver light curtain, deflecting all the crossbow bolts fired from all directions.

Despite his severely injured legs, Kimura Okataro was still able to control the remaining black snakes to interfere with the Shadow Spiders crawling from the side.

Butterfly then used explosive butterflies to block the sky above, preventing the puppet soldier bees from diving.

The iron box, pushed by the four people, moved at an extremely slow speed toward Eita Nikaido.

Mrs. Jing and the translator carried the front of the box, each step heavy.

The translator's shoulder wound continued to bleed, and his face was as pale as paper, but he dared not stop.

Lady Jing's hands were raw and bleeding from the metal edges of the box, with the tiger's mouths worn raw by the friction.

The poisonous fog spread like a living thing, and was less than five feet away from them.

Pale blue mist flowed along the ground, leaving blue spots on the corpses and causing water droplets of poisonous condensation on the rocks.

The sweet, fishy smell of the mist grew stronger, and even when you held your breath, you felt a stinging pain on your skin where it touched you.

"Faster!"

Butterfly gritted her teeth and flung out three butterflies with her left hand, which exploded on the right side, sending two Shadow Spiders flying.

"The poisonous fog is about to catch up!"

Madam Jing and the translator exchanged a glance, then simultaneously let out a low growl, channeling the remaining Qi within their bodies into their legs.

The iron box moved forward half a foot, and the bottom of the box rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

But this half-foot distance was achieved at the cost of burning one's life force.

The translator felt dizzy, stumbled, and nearly fell.

Lady Jing managed to grab the box in time, but the muscles in her arm spasmed from the excessive force.

The poisonous fog that was five zhang away has now been reduced to forty-five zhang.

Deep underground, Cui Ming's powerful divine soul enveloped the entire Ghost Sorrow Mountain Stream, simultaneously controlling various battlefields.

He saw both Higoshi and the others slowly moving the iron box, and the defensive line that Die and the others were struggling to maintain.

But that's not his focus right now.

Under his control, the swarms of crossbow bolts flying all around deliberately avoided the area of ​​the iron box and instead concentrated their attacks on other targets.

The twenty-four floating cannons adjusted their angles, and the blue beams were no longer aimed at the area around the iron box, but instead shot towards the battle group further away.

He's procrastinating.

Using iron boxes as cover is indeed troublesome, but the boxes are heavy and slow to move.

At this speed, it will take at least another incense stick's time to reunite with Eita Nikaido.

A stick of incense is enough to do a lot of things.

Cui Ming focused his attention on the two battlefields.

The struggle between Homer and Taotie has reached a critical moment.

Homer's metallic skin turned dark red due to the sustained high temperature, and steam spewed out from the gaps between his joints.

He repeatedly pounded the Taotie's head with his fists like heavy hammers, each blow causing the Taotie's skull to cave in and deform.

However, the Taotie's regeneration speed was astonishing; the wounds healed within a few breaths, leaving only faint traces.

What's more troublesome is that Taotie's arms are like iron hoops locking Homer's waist, and its strength continues to increase.

The metal skin creaked under the strain, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

Homer tried to force his opponent back with high temperatures, but the Taotie completely ignored the burns, its shell cycling between melting and regeneration.

Just as Homer was fighting the Taotie with all his might, the wolf's modified form moved.

It no longer wanders around, but rushes forward in a straight line.

The alloy claws were aimed at Homer's right eye—one of the weaknesses that alchemy could not fully metallize.

Homer tilted his head to dodge, his claws grazing his brow bone, leaving three bloody marks.

He threw a left punch at the wolf, but the wolf neither dodged nor avoided it, taking the punch head-on.

The metal fist struck the wolf in the chest, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

The wolf was sent flying backward, crashing into the rock wall, its chest caved in.

But just as it was flying backward, the wolf lashed out with its right paw.

The claw blade detached from his fingers and shot towards Homer's left ear canal like a dart.

Homer jerked his head to the side, his claws grazing his earlobe and piercing the rock wall behind him.

Blood gushed from his left ear, and his hearing was instantly damaged.

Taking advantage of this momentary opening, Taotie's body suddenly softened.

The once hard carapace flowed like liquid, enveloping Homer's entire body.

At this moment, Taotie seemed to have turned into a molten slime, its entire body turning into a viscous black substance.

It started directly from his hands and continued to spread, attaching itself to Homer's body and attempting to seep into the cracks in his metallic skin.

Since the problem couldn't be solved from the outside, Taotie decided to devour the iron lump from the inside.

Homer was shocked. His entire body erupted with energy, and the temperature soared to its limit.

The surrounding rocks began to melt, and the toxic fog was evaporated by the high temperature, forming a temporary hollow area.

However, the black substance transformed from the Taotie only became more viscous and was not dispersed.

It was like a persistent, insidious disease, slowly eroding Homer's defenses.

Homer felt a stinging pain as if a foreign object had invaded his skin.

The black substance tried to penetrate the body, devour flesh and blood, and assimilate the bones.

He frantically activated his alchemy, his metallic skin regenerating continuously to fight against the invading substances.

However, this was extremely taxing, and within ten breaths, he already felt his Qi was running low.

In another place, Xu Duo had reached the point of exhaustion.

After releasing the Pure Karma Lotus Fire for the third time, he collapsed to the ground, too weak to even lift his hand.

White flames burned around him, forming a flame field with a diameter of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Wherever the flames reached, the poisonous mist dissipated, the crossbow bolts melted, and the puppets dared not approach.

But the flames are slowly dissipating.

The Pure Land Lotus Flame uses life force as fuel, and Xu Duo has very little lifespan left to give up.

The flames shrank from three zhang to two zhang and five chi, and then back to two zhang.

The brightness of the flames also decreased, turning from incandescent white to pale white, and even becoming transparent at the edges.

Xu Duo lay on his back on the ground, his eyes beneath the wooden mask gazing at the sliver of dim light at the top of the mountain stream.

He could feel life draining from his body, like grains of sand in an hourglass, decreasing one by one.

The crackling of flames and the distant roar of battle filled my ears, but these sounds were gradually fading away.

He remembered many things.

The days he spent practicing as a monk on Mount Hiei in his youth, the nervousness he felt when he first played the shakuhachi, the pride he felt when he learned the Pure Land Lotus Fire technique, and the enemies who died at his hands...

My life, spanning several decades, flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

The flame domain shrank to 15 feet.

Three Shadow Spiders lingered outside the area, waiting for the moment the flames would die out.

The puppet soldier bees hovered higher up, their poisonous stings poised to strike.

Xu Duo closed his eyes, preparing to face death.

Old Rentou saw all of this.

He was entangled by the wolf's modified form and six crossbow bolts, unable to break free.

Although the wolf's chest was sunken, its movement was not greatly affected.

It moved through the fog like a ghost, its alloy claws specifically targeting the old ninja's lower body and joints.

Crossbow bolts harassed him from high above, forcing him to focus on defense.

The effects of the Blood Escape Talisman are fading.

The excruciating pain from the wound on my left calf became increasingly clear, and the dizziness caused by the toxic fog returned.

Old Rentou knew that he didn't have much time left.

He had to make a choice: save Homer or save Xudor.

Homer still possesses fighting strength, and the defensive and physical power derived from alchemy can play a crucial role in breaking through enemy lines.