The Blade-Wielding Legend

The black cloth tent area was surging with Sha Qi, the ghastly green lantern casting shadows of ghosts.

Snap!

Li Yan swung his blade to split open the iron cage beside him, the iron bars breaking with a sound.

Something inside the cage instantly let out an inhuman roar, a shadow darted out swiftly.

It was clear that it used to be a Japanese soldier, still adorned with tattered armor.

But now, its skin was blue-purple, horns sprouted on its head, sharp fangs, and eyes full of savage bloodthirst.

It had all four limbs on the ground, making hoarse sounds from its throat, and surprisingly, it lunged first at the nearest iron cannon foot soldier.

"Ghost... Ghost soldiers have come out!"

The horrified scream in Japanese exploded.

The camp descended into chaos instantly.

Li Yan swiftly maneuvered amid the chaos, swinging the Duan Chen Blade left and right, the blade light cutting through the mist like a cold moon.

Another iron cage was split open, and a curled-up figure inside suddenly sprang up, spewing a foul black air as it yelled.

These "Ghost Soldiers" were possessed and transformed by Netherworld Evil Ghosts, with the cages engraved with binding runes, meant to suppress their ferocity.

Now, as the cages broke open, the pent-up fierce evil Qi exploded.

"Fire! Fire!"

The leading Samurai shouted hoarsely.

Dozens of iron cannons simultaneously rose, fire ropes igniting with red light.

Bang bang bang—

Lead bullets shot like raindrops.

Li Yan had anticipated this, using the Divine Walking Technique to dodge as if teleporting.

Suddenly, a sharp hawk screech came from the sky.

Above the military camp, a shadow rapidly swooped down.

It was the hawk "Li Dong," clutching a black and hefty fire thorn, the fuse already lit.

As it released its iron claws, the iron ball fell, landing squarely in the center of the formation of foot soldiers and Onmyoji.

Boom——!!!

Smoke filled the air, the earth shook.

The power of the new gunpowder needs no explanation.

At the moment the fire thorn exploded, the blazing white flame engulfed an area several yards wide.

The shockwave swept across like an invisible giant hammer, tearing the wooden tents to pieces, and many Japanese soldiers were thrown like straw men.

Screams were drowned by the deafening explosion, thick smoke laced with fire rose to the sky, illuminating half the night sky.

On the high slope at the northwest corner of the camp, Sha Lifei was kneeling, his flint extinguished in his hand.

He squinted at the fireball below, spat: "This ’Thunder Egg’ is quite potent indeed."

Meanwhile, others swiftly charged down, ready to support Li Yan.

At the vacant land in the camp, the center of the explosion had turned into scorched earth.

Limb fragments were scattered, iron cannons twisted and deformed, a few Onmyoji’s robes caught fire, rolling and screaming on the ground.

But more deadly was that the iron cages confining the "Ghost Soldiers" had mostly been blown open by the shockwave, the cage doors shattered.

Ooh—

A deep roar came from within the thick smoke.

A ghost soldier burst out, its bone spike piercing through the tattered foot soldier attire, claws extending like iron hooks, lunging at an injured Samurai.

The Samurai raised his blade to block, but his arm along with the blade was shredded by one claw, blood gushing.

The ghost soldier lowered its head to chew, making a satisfied gulping sound.

Followed by the second, third... More than a dozen ghost soldiers gradually escaped the remaining cages.

Some grew horns, some had skin cracked oozing black fluid, but without exception, their eyes were filled only with savage murderous intent.

These living dead modified by Jianmu Organization’s evil technique and possessed by Netherworld Evil Ghosts had long lost reason, left only with the instinct to devour life souls flesh.

And in the military camp, the Japanese soldiers were facing the most terrifying nightmare.

"Form a phalanx! Spear team forward!"

The Samurai was still trying to maintain order, but the foot soldiers had already collapsed.

Some dropped their iron cannons and turned to flee, some knelt trembling reciting Buddha’s name, more fired aimlessly with red eyes.

Lead bullets struck the ghost soldiers, exploding into bloody pits, yet unable to stop their actions.

A ghost soldier was hit in the chest by three lead bullets, yet still pounced on a foot soldier, biting his throat off.

The Onmyoji barely sealed and cast spells.

A white-clad Onmyoji bit his fingertip, hastily drawing on talisman paper, tossing it out: "Bind!"

The talisman paper whistled out like chains, entangling a ghost soldier.

The ghost soldier roared and struggled, the white talisman paper instantly shattering.

Another Onmyoji had just summoned a Shikigami when his head was ripped off by a ghost soldier from behind.

These ordinary Shintoism Magicians, without soldiers’ protection, couldn’t even focus on casting spells.

Only the Ninjas were agile in movement and could use Escape Technique to barely maneuver against the ghost soldiers.

The chaos saw Li Yan already retreating to the edge of the camp.

He observed coldly. These ghost soldiers were fierce, yet lacking any order, some even biting each other.

Clearly, the modifications by Jianmu Organization were not perfect.

Or rather, these were merely "failed products."

But they were enough.

The camp had already become a hell on earth.

Ghost soldiers rampaged, foot soldiers fled, Samurai attempted to organize a counterattack but were dispersed.

At the northwest corner, the few surviving white-clad Onmyoji gathered together, led by the one who had previously targeted Li Yan.

He unfolded a folding fan, which was painted with snowy mountains and cold plum blossoms, now emitting a blue light.

"Snow Woman, freeze them!"

The Onmyoji leader shouted maniacally, a frosty chill permeating.

The snowy wind howled, a phantom of an elegant woman appeared again, frost forming on the ground wherever she passed.

Two ghost soldiers paused in their actions, a layer of thin ice covered their bodies.

Li Yan squinted slightly, the blade flickered with electric arcs.

These Shikigami of the Japanese magicians might be terrifying to ordinary people, but were still vulnerable before the Thunder Technique.

Just about to act, the sound of arrows piercing the air was heard beside the ear.

Three poisoned arrows shot through the mist, angles tricky.

Li Yan swung the Duan Chen Blade, cutting down two, the third grazed by, with a thud, nailing into a wooden stake behind.

Sssss~ The stake instantly turned black and rotten.

In the thick fog, several shadows quietly approached.

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