N-A-A Chapter 54 Demon Blade: Night Cry
Chapter 54 Demon Blade: Night Cry
Uncle Nine was still fighting with the Japanese devils from Japan.
As the peach wood sword was wielded, talismanic light flashed and thunder roared.
Although Uncle Nine was powerful and possessed immense magical abilities, the cherry blossom demons were numerous and, by using the evil energy of the blood-red altar, actually gained a slight advantage.
"Master, let me help you!"
Zhao Yi gave a low shout and rushed over like lightning.
On that blood-red altar, the nine dragon-trapping nails emitted an eerie blood-red light, each one trembling slightly as if it were alive.
On the nails, countless vengeful spirits twisted and struggled, emitting silent wails.
At the center of the altar, where hundreds of human heads were piled up, the blood-red light grew stronger and stronger, and even began to spread outwards.
If it is not stopped, the Dragon-Trapping Nail will likely be successfully refined very soon.
Then the Japanese devils' plan will succeed.
"Baka!"
Upon seeing Zhao Yi charging towards them, the Japanese soldier leading the group of Japanese soldiers from Japan changed his expression and became extremely angry.
"These useless Chinese people, so many of them, can't even stop one brat!"
Hundreds of bandits, who always boasted of their strength, were wiped out by one person.
The Japanese soldier's eyes widened, his throat trembled, and he hissed, "Stop him!"
The plan must never be dismantled!
shhhhh--
Immediately, seven or eight Japanese soldiers from Japan broke away from their positions and turned to face Zhao Yi.
"Shikigami - Oni Crow!"
One of them gave a low shout and quickly formed hand seals.
In an instant, a sky full of black crows appeared behind him.
The crows' eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and each one exuded a strong aura of gloom and resentment.
It covered everything, obscuring the sky and the sun.
"That's the kind of trick bedbugs will use!"
Zhao Yi grinned.
"Blood and Qi Smoke!"
boom!
In an instant, crimson-gold flames shot into the sky from Zhao Yi's body.
The flames were like the blazing sun, radiating intense heat.
The moment those ghostly crows, formed from yin energy, touched the flames, they let out mournful cries and vanished as wisps of black smoke.
"What?!"
The Japanese soldier from Japan's cherry blossom country had a drastic change in expression.
Before he could react, Zhao Yi had already rushed in front of him.
Heaven pushes the mountain palm!
With a single palm strike, the wind from the palm was as strong as a mountain, compressing the air into visible ripples.
With a bang, the man was instantly smashed into a bloody mist.
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 17 strands of merit.]
"With so many sins, you truly deserve to die!"
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.
Every sin committed by these Japanese devils was forged by the lives of countless Chinese people.
Unforgivable!
"Baka yarou!"
"Attack together!"
"Kill him!"
The remaining Japanese soldiers from Japan were enraged upon seeing this.
Someone drew their sword, and the katana emitted an eerie dark red light.
Someone took out a banner to summon the spirits, and the vengeful spirits on the banner howled.
Someone took out a bone flute and blew out a piercing sound wave;
Some even brought out drums made of human skin, the thuds like muffled thunder, shaking the very soul...
Various bizarre spells surged towards Zhao Yi like a tidal wave.
"A single strike slays the god of death!"
"Demon Slayer: Annihilation!"
"Blood Moon - Slaughter!"
"Forbidden Technique: Night Parade of Vengeful Spirits!"
"Evil Spell: Binding of Vengeful Spirits!"
In an instant, the entire valley was illuminated by various colors of light.
The evil magic and sorcery of the Japanese devils are far superior to those of the bandit gangs.
Those people were ultimately just bandits, while the dozen or so Japanese devils in front of them were truly evil cultivators.
But Zhao Yi didn't care about any of that.
He let the attacks fall on him.
Puff puff--
All the attacks that struck Zhao Yi were like ants trying to shake a tree.
Not even a white mark was left.
"How is that possible!"
"What kind of monster is he?!"
"Even a master of external martial arts couldn't withstand the combined attack of so many of us!"
The Japanese devils from Japan were immediately horrified.
But what they received in return was Zhao Yi's iron fist.
"die!"
Zhao Yi moved swiftly, like a tiger among sheep.
bang bang bang-
With each punch, a Japanese soldier from Japan was blown to pieces.
Blood stained the ground, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 19 strands of merit.]
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 14 strands of merit.]
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 11 strands of merit.]
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 8 strands of merit.]
[Ding! The host has cleansed himself of sins and gained 13 strands of merit.]
A series of notification sounds rang in my mind.
In a short while, seven or eight Japanese soldiers from Japan were wiped out.
"Damn it!"
"This Chinese person is too strong!"
"What should we do?"
The remaining Japanese soldiers from Japan were ashen-faced.
They never imagined that a dozen people working together couldn't even stop a young man.
"Die!"
Zhao Yi strode forward, heading straight for the nine dragon-trapping nails on the blood-red altar.
"Stop him! We absolutely cannot let him destroy the Dragon-Trapping Nail!"
The leader of the Japanese devils from the Sakura Kingdom shouted sternly.
If the Dragon-Trapping Nail is destroyed, their years of hard work will be in vain.
The entire plan will fall apart at the last minute.
The last three exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with determination.
"Use that!"
"But that area hasn't been fully reopened yet..."
"I can't worry about that anymore!"
The leading Japanese soldier gritted his teeth and took out a black wooden box from his pocket.
The wooden box was only about a foot long, completely black, and covered with sealing talismans.
The talisman was covered with eerie runes written in blood, exuding a strong evil aura.
Even through the wooden box, one could feel the terrifying aura emanating from within.
"Use blood as a catalyst, the seal will break!"
The man bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the wooden box.
hiss hiss hiss—
The sealing talisman instantly burst into flames, turning to ashes and dissipating.
Click!
The wooden box exploded.
A long, jet-black sword hovered in mid-air.
The blade is about three feet long, as black as ink, with dark red patterns flowing across it.
The patterns undulated like blood vessels, exuding a chilling, eerie aura.
A blood-red gem is inlaid in the hilt of the knife, and it seems that countless vengeful spirits are sealed within the gem.
Even from a great distance, one could hear faint weeping coming from the blade.
Gloomy, desolate, and resentful.
"Demon Blade: Night Cry!"
The leading Japanese soldier grabbed the hilt of his sword.
boom!
In an instant, a terrifying demonic aura soared into the sky.
Within a radius of a hundred feet, the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees.
The sky darkened, with thick, dark clouds obscuring the sun.
Countless vengeful spirits appeared on the demonic blade, emitting mournful cries.
"Such a powerful demonic aura!"
Uncle Nine, who was breaking the formation in the distance, suddenly changed his expression.
He turned his head and saw a Japanese soldier from Japan standing in front of Zhao Yi, holding a long, black sword. He was surrounded by demonic energy and shrouded in an eerie dark red light.
The demonic aura was so intense that even Uncle Nine felt a chill run down his spine.
"Ah Yi, be careful! That demonic sword is no ordinary weapon!" Uncle Nine shouted sternly.
"Don't worry, Master, I know what I'm doing!"
A hint of excitement flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes.
He could sense that the aura emanating from this demonic sword was powerful and malevolent.
They are definitely stronger than any enemy I've ever encountered before!