Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

The barrier to the due east broke, and the magic circle connecting the seven points became a six-point circle. The Japanese army outside the crater sent another message: the regrouped pursuit team did not see the enemy in the southwest. The group of strange people, with their agile movements and superhuman strength, rushed to other barrier points to cause trouble.

"Guerrilla tactics?"

"What force has infiltrated the battle?" Tsuchimikado was at a loss. It was wishful thinking to have the armed troops chase after the guy with supernatural abilities.

Chen Ruoan sensed the unusual activity outside the boundary, so he rode the clouds and flew beneath the light net woven from the six-sided barrier.

"It seems I'm not entirely alone after all."

who can that be?

Chen Ruoan looked towards the broken barrier. A gentle breeze rose in the sky, dispersing the thick black clouds. A wisp of white mist swept in from afar, billowing and swirling, standing out starkly against the gloomy and oppressive sky.

Deep within the clouds and mist, there was a figure in moonlight.

The man was dressed in white with white hair, his skin as white as snow, and his face was handsome and refined. He was surrounded by a faint, shimmering white aura. He walked barefoot lightly on the flowing clouds and mist, and the white aura flowed with his body. With an indescribable immortal demeanor, he trespassed into the arena.

"Left Sect Leader," the fox said.

Zuo Ruotong, whose Qi had coalesced into a physical form, smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist An, how have you been? I set off from Fujian and dealt with some of the Japanese invaders who had invaded the coastal areas along the way. The journey was delayed, so I am late."

"It's not too late, it's just in time."

Zuo Ruotong looked up at the sealed barrier and said, "The Third Disciple is dealing with the barrier that suppresses the spells and is currently fighting against the enemy guards. The enemy is armed, but fortunately we are quite good at dealing with bullets."

Chen Ruoan wanted to exchange a few more pleasantries with Zuo Ruotong, but suddenly with a "whoosh," the "One-Sword Style" ronin swung his sword with lightning speed, and the blade landed on the throat of the Daying Immortal.

A cold glint flashed, and the body was severed from its head.

"Hmm?" The ronin raised his sword, staring at it in confusion. The silver-white blade was completely unstained, without a trace of blood.

Looking back, the headless body stood proudly, the pure white energy reformed, and Zuo Ruotong stood unharmed in the same spot.

“This is no ordinary substitution technique… Monster.” The ronin sighed, sword in hand.

The fox's golden eyes gleamed as it stared at Zuo Ruotong at the edge of the volcano. The technique of "gathering to form a shape and dispersing to form Qi" was clearly a reverse-generation technique, but something else was mixed in with it.

In the fox's eyes, the Great Immortal stood there, his Qi pure, bright, and immaculate, blending seamlessly with nature. Sometimes he appeared like black rocks on a mountainside, simple and unadorned; sometimes like clouds drifting freely atop a mountain peak; sometimes like a gentle mountain breeze, warm and unobtrusive…

He blended seamlessly into his surroundings.

Chen Ruoan asked with delight, "Has Sect Leader Zuo made further progress on his path of reversing life?"

Zuo Ruotong shook his head and replied, "After this trip down the mountain, I witnessed the treacherous and vicious nature of the enemy, saw the suffering of the common people, saw people who tenaciously survived like wild grass, and witnessed the patriots' indomitable struggle... This time, entering the world has changed my perspective and mindset. Today, as I use the [Triple Rebirth] technique again, I am filled with countless emotions."

"The path to rebirth is endless, and I still cannot see its end; the road to heaven is still beyond the clouds, far beyond my reach. But the path I, a mere mortal, have chosen in this life, may already be clearly revealed before my eyes—"

"A worthy death."

Chapter 117 I will attack in the form of the "Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox"

Zuo Ruotong stared at her hands. Strangely enough, ever since she stepped into the Northeast, she had felt a strange sensation all over her body. Now that she was in the mountains, the feeling was even more pronounced.

He half-squatted on the ground, pinching up some soil with two fingers and gently rubbing it. Though the rocks were unmoving, he could feel the sorrow of this land, and...

Swish!

Zuo Ruotong bent down and rushed towards the ronin.

"So fast!"

The One-Sword Style, accustomed to using offense to counter offense, left the ronin with no other option. He swung his sword repeatedly, but wherever the blade touched, he felt nothing but a wisp of ethereal, persistent smoke...

The ronin looked up in alarm, and the white aura gathered into shape. Zuo Ruotong appeared above his head and delivered a powerful punch, slamming the ronin into the bottom of the mountain pass's "funnel".

"Besides the sorrow of this land, one can also feel an uncontrollable anger."

"I suppose I have a special connection with this land."

Swish!

Zuo Ruotong, trailing a long, thin cigarette butt, chased after the giant sumo wrestler, who weighed over 900 pounds. He was lifted up like a chick and thrown into the bottom of the crater in an instant.

Bai Banruo pulled out poisoned darts from her sleeve and unleashed a barrage of attacks, but the darts, which struck the man surrounded by qi mist, passed straight through his body.

These ordinary people had never seen such a bizarre method before. It was as if they were fighting against an unpredictable cloud of smoke, but this cloud of smoke was not gentle at all and was extremely deadly.

Three Shinto shamans were exhausted, two ronin were seriously injured, the methods of Hakuhannya and the geisha were useless, the Tendai monk and the Ghost Lady died, and even Japan's number one sumo wrestler was thrown out...

Tsuchimikado's face turned ashen as he looked up at the two figures, one black and one white, in the air.

"What should we do? Is there any way to break this deadlock? The soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire are invincible, but we, a group of extraordinary people, are going to be at a disadvantage in the battle, and even die in a foreign land!"

Chen Ruoan stood high in the sky, looking down at the Onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family.

Once this wave is wiped out, apart from the Hiaiyama ninja who are secretly accumulating strength and are eager to make a move, there should be no more Japanese supernatural forces flowing into the Northeast.

Tsuchimikado gritted his teeth; the actual situation was far more serious than the fox had imagined.

To meet the military's needs for invading the coastal areas, some of the superhumans dispersed to North and East China. Those with higher levels of skill were assigned to protect high-ranking Japanese officers. Within the empire, only the young talents maintaining their respective schools and the old guard who had long since retired from public life remained…

The middle generation of several schools of thought was almost wiped out by killing off their lineage in Northeast China.

"What a disgrace!"

Tsuchimikado, controlling two shikigami, was about to fight desperately when the communication paper dolls around him began to tremble violently. He grabbed one of them and roared, "Enough! I don't want to hear any more stupid news from the outside world! Figure it out yourselves!"

"Ok?"

The little paper figure, which had been being held captive, broke free and ran to Tsuchimikado's ear to whisper something. After the report was finished, Tsuchimikado's brows relaxed, and his bitter expression turned into a ferocious laugh.

"I see, that's perfect, that's perfect!"

"A bunch of bastards, may you all go to hell! Long live the Empire!"

The fox, with its sharp ears, was the first to notice any unusual activity around it. The gunshots and cannon fire it had heard when it first set foot on Old Black Mountain became even clearer.

Several months ago, an anti-Japanese force of over a hundred people was formed at a stronghold outside the mountains. This force absorbed local farmers and outlaws, as well as folk organizations such as the Big Sword Society, and quickly developed into an anti-Japanese force that should not be underestimated.

Today, 5,000 Japanese troops formed a ring around the mountain, completely encircling the area outside. More than 1,000 National Salvation Army soldiers were trapped with no room for maneuver.

Defenses were deployed layer upon layer on the hillsides, passes, and among the black stone forests, with positions stacked one on top of the other, leaving no gaps.

The Tsuchimikado family's affairs were originally a personal feud, and the military had no intention of interfering. However, the opportunity to block and kill the anti-Japanese forces was right in front of them, and the higher-ups could not let it go. Dealing with the "singing black dog" became a convenient matter.

Chen Ruoan flew to a higher place and looked into the distance.

Field artillery was set up on the mountainside, its muzzles steadily aimed at the mountain pass. Anti-aircraft weapons were set up on the high ground to block the air retreat. Infantrymen stood in formation with their rifles, and machine gun positions were embedded in the crevices of the rocks, their cold, hard metal blades hidden in the gray sky.

Clearly, some of the mortars and field guns in the team were intended for the fox.

The fox's ears twitched again.

The muffled thud of footsteps crunching over gravel, the deep sound of a cannon being finely adjusted, and the soft click of a bolt being pulled all mingled together, carried on the wind.

Tsuchimikado delivered the final instructions, tearing up all the paper figures used for communication.

"There's no need to maintain the barrier any longer. You only have a fleeting moment to escape when it's opened. Come to think of it, it's quite noble for an animal to be overly concerned with human affairs. But if that's the case, can you really bear to sacrifice the lives of over 1,500 Chinese pigs outside?"

beep—

A piercing whistle echoed through the mountains and forests, signaling the start of the attack.

As the six-directional barrier receded, cannonballs roared and crashed into the crater, sending mud and charred rocks flying everywhere, while scorching heat waves carrying gunpowder smoke rushed towards us.

"Let's die together," Tsuchimikado laughed.

"Sorry, I don't have a penchant for dying for love." The barrier dissipated, and the suppression of wood-elemental magic was completely lifted. Chen Ruoan waved his hand and scattered a patch of bamboo seeds.

Killing bamboo!

Puff, puff!

Bamboo spikes emerged one after another, approaching Tsuchimikado like a green wave. In just a moment, the mangled corpse hung like rags in the bamboo forest.

It seemed that Tsuchimikado had anticipated that he would not survive the war, and without putting up any resistance, the two shikigami disappeared in the heat wave caused by the cannonballs.

"Left Sect Leader, let's go!"

"it is good."

Two figures, one in black and one in white, moved swiftly through the gunfire.

The fox glanced at the attacked troops in the distance, then turned and headed southwest.

Once on the battlefield, Chen Ruoan moved nimbly through the hail of bullets, dodging the whistling bullets and exploding flames.

This was the first time the fox had a profound experience of war—the sound of cannons roared like thunder in its ears, triggering a deafening roar that made all beasts instinctively tremble; flames roared up around it; and the collapsing earth, stained with warm blood, sometimes splattered onto its fur, sometimes brushed against its nose.

Swish!

Zuo Ruotong did not flee alone; instead, she swiftly followed the fox.

Stepping into the field, he dodged the flying shrapnel, picked up a soldier who had been shot in the leg and was unable to stand, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and then picked up another comrade who was unable to fight.

"We'll save as many as we can!" Zuo Ruotong shouted.

Chen Ruoan rushed to the side of several seriously wounded soldiers who had fallen to the ground, opened his mouth and swallowed them along with the rubble on the ground into his belly.

The space inside its belly is limited, and it will soon be unable to fit anyone in.

The artillery fire continued to roar, flames engulfed the black rocks, and gunshots echoed through the mountain valley.

Chen Ruoan looked back and made a decision: "This can't go on. I'll go and cause some trouble on the other side's front line. Maybe that will divert their attention."

"This situation!?" Zuo Ruotong said as she ran. Going there rashly would be tantamount to suicide!

"I'll go. With Ni Sheng there, we can hold them off for a while."

"But the Left Sect Leader's goal is too small."

"But you..."

Chen Ruoan smiled and said, "Speaking of which, there is something I want to thank Headmaster Zuo and the disciples of Sanyi. The good relationship I formed with Sanyi back then gave the fox some nice things. With the incense burning, the wishes I received became a little more special."

"This gain is indeed related to reversing life, but it is a reversal of life unique to foxes. Sect Leader Zuo, you should be our witness today—"

Chapter 118 The Celestial Fox Descends!

The fox's rebirth?

As Zuo Ruotong was pondering Chen Ruoan's words, the fox had already carried the injured patriotic soldier beside him and retreated to a safer area further away.

After running far away, Chen Ruoan instructed the people in his inner world to support each other in their escape, and then turned and rushed towards the front-line war zone where the Japanese army was pursuing and intercepting them.