Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

A faint blue light flashed in the eyes of the three puppets, a sign that Cui Ming had established a mental link with them using Dan Shi.

At the same time, dozens of holes opened in the wooden box with a clattering sound, and a large number of Shadow Spider puppets poured out like a tide.

Using the shadows of the grass and trees, they silently spread out to both sides of the ambush area.

Meanwhile, in the caravan.

As Wan Qian was worrying about why the young hero Cui Ming had not yet returned, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

A spider puppet, no bigger than a baby's fist, had somehow clung to his robes.

Just as he was about to throw a punch, a familiar voice rang out in his mind.

"There are about thirty soldiers lying in ambush in the woods ahead. I am communicating with you telepathically using a secret technique. Do not panic, do as I say..."

'That's the voice of Young Hero Cui Ming...'

An inexplicable sense of familiarity permeated countless hearts from Cui Ming's words.

And this belief took root in everyone's hearts; everyone felt that the young hero Cui Ming would never harm him, so they simply obeyed...

Under Cui Ming's constant guidance, all of Wan Qian's doubts and panic completely dissipated, leaving only absolute trust in Cui Ming.

"Yes, young hero!"

Wan Qian responded almost instinctively, then turned around abruptly and meticulously carried out the arrangements according to Cui Ming's instructions.

"Quick! Push all the wagons carrying materials to the front! Quick! Get them moving!"

Although the caravan members did not understand why, seeing Wan Qian's urgency and decisiveness, they knew that something big must have happened, so they immediately followed his advice.

The heavy containers were quickly moved from the center of the line to the front.

"Advance slowly for another kilometer, then turn the carriage sideways as the first line of defense! Everyone, be on your guard! This is it, or we'll live or die!"

Unbeknownst to Wan Qian, his eyes were now filled with reverence.

The commotion from the caravan naturally attracted the attention of the ambushers.

But they didn't pay too much attention to it, taking it as just a temporary adjustment for the caravan.

Besides, the distance is still far, and the other side is still moving forward.

Their main force is still patiently waiting for the caravan to fully enter the optimal ambush position.

However, they were unaware that death was already creeping up on them.

Chapter 52 The Return of the Whole Soul

However, just after the caravan changed formation and slowly advanced to within 500 meters of the ambush area.

In the dense forest on the right side of the road.

A member of the Quanxing Demon Clan was lying in ambush behind a bush, licking his lips and imagining the thrill of the killing and looting that would follow.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure standing not far away...

"Huh? That...that's Night Slayer, isn't it? Wasn't he dead?!"

A hint of doubt had just risen in his mind.

The next instant, Night Demon Slayer suddenly turned his head, his pale blue eyes locking onto him, and casually waved his right hand!

The shadow beneath Quanxing's feet suddenly sprang up, transforming into a jet-black, sharp shadow spike that instantly pierced through his jaw and pierced his entire skull!

The Quanxing member didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Almost at the same time, another companion nearby suddenly felt a chill in his throat as a poisoned stinger shot out from below and precisely pierced his throat.

In an instant, he felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Finally, only a pair of terrified eyes remained, catching a glimpse of a shadow spider retracting its raised crossbow and disappearing into the dense forest.

"Thief!"

"Watch out for hidden weapons!"

Finally, someone in the jungle noticed something was wrong and let out a roar, but it was too late.

But the green poisonous fog began to spread at some point, and those who inhaled it immediately felt numbness in their limbs and stagnation in the flow of vital energy.

Immediately afterwards, several piercing arrows, designed to break through protective qi, emerged from the shadows with a shrill, ear-piercing sound.

It accurately hit several unlucky guys who were trying to expel the poison by circulating their internal energy or looking around.

Overconfident in intelligence and blindly overconfident in their own strength, several members of the Quanxing sect were pierced through the forehead and heart by crossbow bolts and pinned to their deaths in the dense forest.

Crossbow bolts, poison mist, shadow assassins, and attacks from shadow spiders...

Multiple attack methods erupted simultaneously in this small area.

Most of the Quanxing people died inexplicably in a series of deadly attacks before they even understood what had happened.

They couldn't mount any effective resistance at all, let alone abandon their companions and run away.

Meanwhile, the puppets were entirely controlled by Cui Ming, who worked together seamlessly, coordinating their movements at close and long range, filling in any gaps, and displaying ruthless efficiency.

In just a dozen or so breaths.

The nearly ten Quanxing demons lying in ambush in the forest on the right were almost all wiped out before they could even see the enemy's face clearly, leaving only a few faint gasps of death.

All of this happened too quickly, and under Cui Ming's deliberate manipulation, the commotion was minimal.

So when the caravan, under the command of Wan Qian, successfully completed its formation change, it nervously looked towards the mountains and forests on both sides.

The threat in the dense forest on the right has been largely eliminated by Cui Ming.

Meanwhile, the Quanxing demons on the left side of the road also noticed that something was wrong.

The moment the short gasp of alarm erupted from the right, the situation was already under control, and vigilance was heightened.

In addition, there was an eerie calm afterward, with not even the slightest sound of fighting.

The Quanxing on the left was even more unwilling to move.

Rescue your companions? Don't be ridiculous.

What if we fell into an ambush in the past? Besides, the two sides didn't get along very well to begin with.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be more people here and fewer people there, right?

That's right, there are about twenty Quanxing people on the left side.

This is also the key factor that led Cui Ming to decide to launch a full-scale attack on the right flank, rather than simultaneously harassing both sides.

Just as the caravan had completely built up its defenses and retreated into its shell...

The Quanxing members on the left finally couldn't resist and all popped their heads out of the jungle on the left.

Since we've already been discovered, we might as well stop hiding.

Just as they were preparing to send someone to probe the right side.

"Ah—ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly came from the edge of the woods on the right!

Several blood-covered Quanxing demons were seen scrambling and crawling out of the forest on the right.

His face was filled with a look of utter terror and despair, as if he had witnessed the most horrific sight in the world.

"Help...help me!"

"Ghosts! They're everywhere! There are ghosts!"

Upon seeing this, the Quanxing members who had emerged became even more vigilant.

On the left, one of the Quanxing members threw out his double-headed rope dart, trying to drag one of them over.

However, the moment the rope dart touched the wrist of one of the men who had fled to the edge, the man's body suddenly stiffened.

Not only him, but the other surviving members of the Quanxing were in the same situation.

puff!puff!puff!

Several jet-black shadow spikes suddenly erupted from the shadows beneath their feet, piercing through their backs and chests in an instant, drawing out streams of warm blood.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the shadows of the forest like lightning; it was Black-faced Owl.

At this moment, one of his arms was completely transformed into a dark metal material, with five fingers like hooks. With a casual grab, he twisted the head off a Quanxing demon who was still struggling!

The headless corpse spewed out an astonishing fountain of blood, then swayed and slid backward along the shadow thorn.

Black-faced Owl grabbed the rope dart and pulled the guy wielding the double-headed rope dart into the air with a burst of strength.

How could the remaining Quanxing disciples tolerate this humiliation?

They're always the ones ambushing others; when have they ever had anyone else launch a counter-attack against Quanxing?

As a result, more than a dozen members of the Quanxing faction jumped into the battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Corpse-Shattering Tiger's muscles bulged as it lifted a member of the Quanxing Sect upside down, unleashing a burst of violent and ferocious power that tore him in two!

Internal organs and blood were splattered all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody.

shhhhhh!

A continuous rain of arrows swept in!

Meanwhile, more Shadow Spider puppets surged towards the remaining members of the Quanxing from all directions like a black tide.

Sharp limbs, ricocheting crossbow bolts, sprayed venom... and even self-destruction once controlled, spraying out a cloud of green poisonous mist.

These puppets rapidly decompose and dismantle all life they come into contact with.

At the same time, the puppet doppelganger who looked exactly like Cui Ming also wielded two longswords that shimmered with eerie blue poison, wandering along the edge of the battlefield like a true Grim Reaper.

Each swing of his twin swords accurately takes a life.

The Shadow Assassin's unpredictable attacks, the Black-Faced Owl's impenetrable defenses, the Corpse-Shattering Tiger's savage violence, and the countless puppets' ruthless and efficient encirclement...

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided and brutal massacre.

Of the Quanxing demons who rushed out, more than half were killed in a single encounter.

All that's left is a precarious existence.