Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Won.

Although a heavy price was paid.

All his comrades, including the ninja leader, are dead.

But at least he survived.

As long as you're alive, that's enough; as long as you're alive, you have the chance to become stronger...

But just then, the shadow behind him moved.

The shadow transformed into sharp blades and claws, attacking directly at Eita Nikaido's lower body.

Night Slayer.

It had been lurking in Eita's shadow ever since he killed the old ninja.

The moment the mecha was damaged, Cui Ming issued a command to it.

At the appropriate time... cripple its legs!

Then, the Night Demon sprang from the shadows, manipulating them to launch an attack, aiming straight for Eita's knees.

The attack angle is tricky, the speed is extremely fast, and it comes without warning.

Eita felt a chill down his spine and instinctively tried to dodge.

But he was too tired, and his reaction was a beat slower.

A sharp pain came from behind my left knee.

The Night Slayer's right claw pierced through, severing ligaments and crushing kneecaps.

At the same time, the left claw slashed across the right calf, severing the Achilles tendon.

Eita screamed, his legs buckled, and he collapsed forward.

He barely managed to stay upright by using the demon sword to support himself.

Looking down, I saw that my left knee was twisted at an odd angle, and my right calf was hanging limply.

My legs are ruined.

Chapter 207 The War of Annihilation (End) 4K

It's not over yet.

High in the sky, twenty-four floating cannons lit up simultaneously.

The cannon recharged, its blue light shining brightly like stars in the dim mountain stream.

Then, a volley of shots.

Twenty-four blue beams of light rained down, covering a three-zhang radius around Eita.

The beams of light stretched on and on, inevitably filling one with despair.

Eita could only grit his teeth and parry with his sword.

The demonic blade shattered three beams of light, but the fourth struck his right shoulder, the fifth grazed his left rib, and the sixth pierced his right abdomen.

Fresh blood gushed out.

At the same time, the puppets around them, which had seemed to have stopped moving, also started to move again.

A terrifying presence hovered high in the sky, its invisible spiritual sound waves spreading outwards.

Eita felt a splitting headache and a stabbing pain in his eardrums.

The crossbow was cocked again, and an arrow was fired.

The giant crossbow bolts were replaced with a denser barrage of smaller arrows, raining down from the sky.

The lurking spider crawls down from the ground and rock walls, its limbs stabbing and its venomous stingers flying.

Fenrir the wolf leaped out of the mist, its massive jaws snapping at Eita's right arm, which held the sword.

The modified forms of Taotie, Xia, and Wolf approached from three directions.

Further away, beside the half-moved corpses, new shadow spiders were crawling out; they never truly stopped, they were just waiting for instructions.

Eita knelt on the ground, his legs broken and his body covered in blood.

He looked around at the puppet army that had come back to life.

Looking at the human puppets that were closing in step by step, and the floating cannons that were constantly firing energy beams from high in the sky.

He smiled with relief.

It wasn't a manic laugh, but a bitter, desperate laugh.

Old Rentou's calculations are excellent.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the puppeteer's true strength.

They didn't know how sturdy that metal armor buried deep underground was.

I don't know how deep the cultivation level is of the person who controls the puppet.

So, they lost.

We've lost completely.

Eita gripped the demon sword Hirumaru tightly, and a slight vibration came from the blade.

That was the yearning of the soul within the blade, a yearning for battle, a yearning for slaughter.

Even when faced with a desperate situation, Hirumaru still wanted to fight.

Eita took a deep breath and poured the last of his remaining Qi into the sword.

How could you die here!

He still has so much of his life ahead of him, so many wonderful things he hasn't yet enjoyed.

Eita Nikaido raised his sword to meet the onrushing sea of ​​puppets.

Deep underground, Cui Ming controlled the damaged Xuanji Armor, slowly raising it from the ground.

He watched the executioner kneel on the ground, barely clinging to life, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

He simply and calmly issued a command to all the puppets.

"kill."

The moment the command was given, the horde of puppets surged toward Eita Nikaido like a tidal wave.

With his legs crippled, he could only kneel down to fight.

The demon sword Hirumaru left afterimages in his hand, and the red and white sword light shattered the three Shadow Spiders that were the first to pounce.

When the blade touched the puppet's outer shell, white flames spread outwards, burning the remains into molten iron.

But more puppets followed.

On the left, five shadow spiders simultaneously thrust out their limbs, blocking off the upper, middle, and lower routes.

Eita swung his sword horizontally, severing three blades, but the other two pierced his left shoulder and right abdomen.

The arthropods pierced through flesh and blood, protruding from behind.

He grunted, turned the blade, and severed the two segments.

The severed limb remained inside the body, and fresh blood gushed out from the broken limb.

From the right, a Fenrir wolf pounces.

Its massive jaws opened, and its fangs snapped at his neck.

Eita turned to the side and blocked with his left arm.

The wolf fang easily pierced through the forearm bone, and the excruciating pain made his vision go black.

He slashed his right blade at Fenrir's wolf head, but Fenrir nimbly released its grip and retreated, the blade only slicing off a few strands of hair from its forehead.

Above, terrifying sound waves crashed down like an invisible hammer.

Eita felt his eardrums rupture and blood flow from both ears.

Hearing was lost instantly, and the world fell into silence.

He could only rely on sight and intuition to judge the attack, and his reaction was a beat too slow.

A shadow spider attacked him from behind, its segmented limbs piercing his heart.

Eita shuddered and looked down at his chest—the tips of his limbs protruded from his chest, carrying fragments of his shattered heart.

He opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood, which was mixed with internal organs.

But he did not fall.

A stronger pulse emanated from the blade of the demon sword Hirumaru, as the soul of the sword saint within it yearned for more.

They crave more battles, more bloodshed, and more death.

A peculiar power emanated from the blade of the demon sword Hirumaru, supporting Eita's battered body and allowing him to continue wielding the sword.

Slice a soldier bee to pieces, cleave a shadow spider in two, and repel a Fenrir wolf.

Then, my right arm felt lighter.

Fenrir pounced from the ground a second time, its target Nikaido Eita's right arm holding the sword.

The giant jaws bit down on Eita's wrist, and the fangs severed the wrist bones and tendons.

The wolf's head swung violently, and its entire right arm broke off at the shoulder.

His severed arm flew up, but he still tightly gripped the demon sword Hirumaru in his hand.

Eita watched his severed arm arc through the air, and the demon sword slip from his control.

He instinctively reached out his left hand to grab it, but the distance was too great.

The severed arm fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and landed in a pool of blood.

The light on the demon sword Hirumaru quickly dimmed, the red and white flames extinguished, and it turned back into an ordinary Japanese sword.