Chapter 1693 - 858: Night Patrol of Hundred Demons

The target of the bombardment is not a specific person or shikigami, but the depths of the monastery.

The power of the Tiger-Squat Cannon, needless to say.

But because it’s far from the Divine State, ammunition is limited, so it’s only used at critical moments.

Although the situation below cannot be seen, the effect is immediate!

The dense, vision-distorting cold mist seems to be hit hard by an invisible giant hammer.

First, it rolls violently, then disperses.

The biting cold in the air suddenly pauses!

The frost covering the ground stops spreading, and even shows subtle signs of melting!

"Urgh—!"

From deep within the mist, there’s a faint inhuman, painful and angry sharp screech!

The huge, hazy shadows in the mist flicker and twist, then quickly vanish.

The cold winds stirred by the Shikigami Snow Woman also instantly recede a lot.

"Well done, big guy!"

Sha Lifei laughs heartily, suddenly raises his hand, and directly pulls the trigger.

Just now, his mind was disturbed, preventing him from focusing on firing, but it gave him time to think, quickly ejecting the magazine and replacing it with a scatter shot magazine.

Boom! A loud roar.

The female ninja rushing towards Li Yan suddenly pauses.

She clearly underestimated the power of firearms.

No matter her speed, she cannot see the bullets, merely relying on instinct and extraordinary reactions to avoid the direction of the gunfire, but in the face of a rain-like scatter shot, she cannot evade one.

Small bullets, boosted by new gunpowder, directly take off a large piece of flesh from her calf.

The female ninja falls to the ground, her eyes, with the empty and cold gaze of an Ancient Sword Hero, quickly scatter, turning confused, her Divine Soul hit, making her faint on the ground.

"Go!" Li Yan commands sharply.

Though they stopped the aggression, he knows the danger is not over.

The guards below have already started up the mountain, along with the monastery’s existences.

Whether they’re the undead or the guarding Yin Gods, they are definitely not human!

"Move!" Sha Lifei reacts quickly, raising his hand to fire at the approaching torches on the mountain.

Lv San quickly pats the demon gourd, and the Poison Bee Swarm gathers again, buzzing to act as the vanguard, blocking the ninja gap trying to regroup.

The team cooperates seamlessly, quickly opening a gap.

Li Yan holds his sword horizontally, stopping for rear guard.

Seeing the faint female ninja on the ground, his heart moves, "Wu Ba, take her!"

Wu Ba, having just fired the last cannon, bulges his muscular arms, unexpectedly carrying the heavy cannon with one hand, grabbing the female ninja with the other, his legs exerting force, jumping decisively like a cannonball, directly over the jungle.

In a few breaths, the team disappears into the dense forest.

Behind them, leaving only the lingering gunpowder smoke, acrid stench, and the enraged clamor of the guards below the mountain.

Roar!

In the depths of the monastery ruins, those terrifying existences interrupted in their casting, also let out a sky-shaking roar...

......

In the cellar of an old house in the Capital City.

The dim candlelight casts shadows on the mottled earth walls and a white lacquer mask.

The mask is casually discarded in the corner, revealing the young and pale face of the female ninja, now twisted in pain.

Her wrists and ankles are tightly bound by cow-skin ropes soaked in Black Dog Blood to the heavy elm chair back, cutting into her flesh, oozing dark red.

This female ninja has undergone cruel training, after waking up en route, she attempted to ambush Wu Ba, fortunately Wu Ba with his remarkable Spiritual Sense, knocked her unconscious again.

Slosh~

Tanui Nagashige splashes her awake with cold well water.

The female ninja quickly opens her eyes, her pupils first scattering, then gathering a wolf-like ferocity, glaring fiercely at Li Yan and the others before her.

Her throat emits a beast-like low growl, suddenly struggling.

The wooden chair scratches harshly against the mud ground, but the ropes do not move at all.

"Behave!"

Sha Lifei steps forward, the knife almost touching her forehead, "What’s ambushed in High Heaven? How do you get inside? Where did Kamo Old Dog set his trap?"

However, what he gets in response is one bloody spit, and a sarcastic curve at the mouth. The female ninja closes her eyes, clearly resisting all attempts.

"Won’t take the easy way, will you!" Sha Lifei, anger flaring up, is about to act.

"Old Sha." Li Yan raises his hand to stop him, his gaze falls on the female ninja.

The skin extending from her neck to beneath her collar, shows an abnormal bluish-purple color, with slight bumps under the skin, resembling unformed bone spikes.

Li Yan squints his eyes.

This is the same modification traces as those ’Ghost Soldiers’ in the Tsushima Island barracks, except the female ninja remains conscious, hasn’t turned into a monster.

Li Yan, fingers like a sword, with fingertips a sudden strike of piercing thunder light!

Crackle!

Arcs jump, condensing into a small lightning bolt.

It’s the Daluo Divine Power, Soul-hooking Thunder Lock.

This female ninja also possesses Daluo Divine Power, but it’s the Ancient Sword Hero summoning, against such methods, the same Daluo Divine Power is more appropriate.

He flicks his wrist, the Thunder Rope precisely piercing into the female ninja’s Dan Zhong Acupoint.

"Urgh—!"

The female ninja lets out an inhuman, shrill scream, her whole body convulsing violently like sieving, immediately emitting dark smoke full of yin energy.

An inhuman, ancient murderous cold breath instinctively emerges from her body, attempting to resist this attack aimed at the soul’s source.

That breath condenses vague, forming into black smoke, vaguely a virtual image of a Japanese swordsman with a bamboo hat and long knife, precisely the Ancient Sword Hero’s Soul previously possessing her!

"Capture!"

Li Yan shouts lowly, the Thunder Rope pulls back fiercely!

A solid and substantial, icy Sword Intent carrying black mist is forcibly dragged out by the Thunder Rope from the female ninja’s body!

As the soul fragment leaves the body, it seems to let out a silent wail, twisting and struggling violently in the air, sizzling as it burns by strands of lightning, on the verge of completely dissipating into the world.