Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

The entire process took less than fifteen minutes, and all of the more than one hundred intact corpses had been collected.

Then, the Shadow Spider turned to the remains of the fallen disciples of the Trinity Sect.

This time, the movements were noticeably gentler.

They carefully lifted the body and laid it neatly on a cleared ground, then covered it with a white sheet.

Chengzhen led several disciples forward and bowed to Cui Ming in thanks.

Then, in silence, they carried away the bodies of their fellow disciples one by one, preparing for their burial.

The Sanyi Gate suffered heavy casualties in this battle.

The number of disciples was almost halved. Although most of those lost were ordinary disciples, many of the elite disciples were also killed or injured.

Those are the backbone of the Trinity.

When he was counting the number of people, his hands were trembling slightly.

Many familiar faces will never be seen again.

Among them were many younger disciples whom he had watched grow up, and several disciples whom he had personally taken in.

Shuiyun sat on the stone steps to the side, her left eye tightly bandaged with a strip of cloth, and blood was still seeping out faintly.

He was pale and weak.

In this battle, while covering his Uncle-Master Si Chong's fight against Liang Ting, he was injured by Liang Ting's Ink Tendon Soft Bone technique, and his right eye was completely destroyed.

Although he took the elixir in time and his fellow disciples used their Qi to save his life, his eyesight is unlikely to be restored.

Such an outcome would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to any superhuman.

Therefore, his strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Zuo Ruotong, her body hunched over, slowly walked among the doormen.

His aged face showed little expression.

But those deep-set eyes, when they swept over those faces that were sorrowful, weary, or bewildered.

A faint trace of pain still flickered deep in Zuo Ruotong's eyes.

Is the overall strength of the Sanyi Sect declining or rising now?

This is a matter of opinion, and different people will have different views.

Having been tempered by blood and fire, the surviving disciples of the Trinity Sect may have become more resolute, but the loss of elites and the break in the lineage are real losses.

At least on the surface, the combat strength of the Sanyi Sect is now a cause for concern.

But at least...

A glimmer of hope still flickered in Zuo Ruotong's eyes.

Perhaps he's right.

Fortunately, the members of the Divine Machine Alliance did not leave.

Brothers Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai, along with some of the Sanyi Sect disciples who had recovered their strength, directed the puppets to continue reinforcing the defensive fortifications at key points along the mountain path.

One by one, the Divine Machine Alliance specially designed traps were installed in various key passages of the Trinity Gate, with the tops covered with thick soil and grass, providing excellent concealment.

Meanwhile, inside the Sanyi Gate, an underground air-raid shelter was built in just a few hours using the earth vein stones.

After all, with the forces that the Sanyi Sect can currently mobilize, they don't need to wait for the Japanese attack.

Even those Quanxing members who are still on their way might inflict further damage on the already weakened Sanyi Sect.

Therefore, the Zhao brothers laid out a large number of puppets on and around the mountain.

They also promised that they would come back to take it back once the Trinity had the power to protect itself.

As a result, the entire mountain where the Sanyi Sect was located was covered with traces of puppets.

There are guard golems that are completely integrated with bows and crossbows, lurking in the tree canopy and rock crevices;

Spider- and scorpion-shaped reconnaissance puppets roam the treacherous paths;

Several large, stone lion-shaped guard puppets were stationed at the key points.

These puppets are all camouflaged with colors of mountains, rocks, grass and trees, and when silent, they almost blend into the surrounding environment.

Under the guidance of the Divine Machine Alliance, the disciples of the Sanyi Sect entered the air-raid shelter in batches to familiarize themselves with the environment and were assigned to guard areas.

Many young disciples looked at these complex and unprecedented fortifications and puppets, feeling both amazed and that they were a bit too exaggerated.

"They're just some Japanese devils..."

A young disciple crouched inside the bunker, peering through the firing port at the darkening sky outside, and muttered to himself.

"We are all cultivators, skilled in agility and evasion, with our Qi protecting our bodies. How could we possibly be afraid of a few barbarians from island nations?"

The older senior brother next to him glared at him.

"Enough with the nonsense! Since Master Cui has given the instructions, just do as he says."

Even so, he was not without his doubts.

When cultivators fight, they emphasize techniques and cultivation levels. This kind of digging tunnels, building fortifications, and manipulating iron golems just feels a bit... not "celestial style" enough.

However, this doubt did not last long.

The following day, in the afternoon.

The sky was clear with sparse clouds.

Sunlight streamed through the mountains and forests, creating a serene atmosphere, as if the fierce battle of yesterday had never happened.

Most of the San Yi Sect disciples have entered the various bunkers as planned, leaving only a few sentries outside to keep watch.

The members of the Divine Machine Alliance were scattered in several core fortifications, each guarding one or more strangely shaped devices.

Cui Ming and Zuo Ruotong stood on a disguised observation platform on the main peak.

The view from here is expansive, offering a panoramic vista of most of the mountainside and a distant view of the northeastern horizon.

Only Cui Ming and Zuo Ruotong were present; there was no one else.

Zuo Ruotong no longer looked weak at all. If she weren't still that withered, thin, and old-fashioned appearance, she could probably hold down the Sanyi Gate all by herself.

Zuo Ruotong gazed at the hidden fortifications and silent puppets in the mountains and spoke slowly.

"Master Cui's arrangements have truly broadened my horizons."

Cui Ming held a folding fan and lightly tapped his palm.

"These are just tricks. The real battle will depend on Master Zuo and your disciples."

He looked up at the sky, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"The time... is almost here."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking—

A deep, continuous humming sound came from the horizon in the northeast.

At first, it was extremely faint, like distant rumbling thunder, but soon the sound grew clearer as it approached, transforming into a disturbing roar.

Waaaaah—

buzz-

In the air, a Japanese flight formation.

Jiro Koizumi piloted the Type 96 carrier-based attack aircraft, maintaining a stable altitude of 1,500 meters.

The cabin offers a wide view, with rolling mountains and scattered fields and villages below.

The sunlight shone through the glass canopy, making it somewhat dazzling.

This was a task that, in his view, was somewhat simple to the point of being boring.

Taking off from the aircraft carrier, the formation entered the territory of the East and headed to a mountainous area marked "Sanyimen".

The task content is even simpler.

Four Type 96 carrier-based fighter jets were responsible for high-altitude surveillance and escort, while nine Type 96 carrier-based attack aircraft carried out bombing missions, with the objective of destroying major buildings and roads in the area.

The mission even allowed them to kill as many Easterners as possible, which couldn't be easier for them.

For this mission, Jiro Koizumi was assigned to the escort team.

He doesn't need to drop bombs; he only needs to patrol the perimeter to ensure that there are no enemy fighters or anti-aircraft fire interfering with the bomber crew's operations.

What are Dong-guk's air defense capabilities?

He pursed his lips.

It's practically nothing.

Some scattered anti-aircraft machine guns cannot reach this height;

Occasionally, a daring pilot from the East would take to the skies in an old fighter jet, but he would only be a sitting duck.

As for bombing the mountain of a martial arts sect, it's like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. He really couldn't understand why it was necessary for a so-called martial arts sect.

The formation flight went smoothly.

The Eastern Kingdom seemed completely unaware of their arrival, or perhaps they were aware but powerless to do anything about it.

The headphones carried the relaxed conversation of my colleagues, interspersed with a few sarcastic remarks about the incompetence of East Asian air defense.

"That's so easy! I guess I'll get my bonus when I get back this time?"

"I've heard that the Trinity Sect has some supernatural beings and monsters. I wonder how their explosions differ from those of ordinary people?"

"Haha, they'll probably all turn into minced meat!"

Koizumi Jiro did not join the conversation.

He was cautious by nature and only operated according to procedures, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding airspace and the terrain below.

The pilots of the other three escorting fighter jets also seemed to be bored.

It even approached the target hill along with the bomber crew, seemingly wanting to join in the fun and do something else.

Koizumi Jiro frowned, but did not speak up to dissuade him.