Chapter 35: The Onmyodo Master Unleashes His Evil Arts

  Night Walker 35

  The main character of the opponent, Muyun Feng, has been killed by me and my second brother's joint efforts. This corpse fight that lasted for more than two hours consumed too much of my physical strength. In order to activate the Wu Xuan diagram and eliminate the copper corpse, I bit my tongue twice. At this moment, I am completely exhausted, as if I had been paralyzed.

  Under the support of my fifth brother, I and my second brother retreated to the altar of the Miao people to rest. The altar was very high, not only could we watch the whole battle situation, but also there were warriors guarding below, so it could also prevent the enemy from harming me in the chaos.

  Mu Yunfen was killed, the Snake Spirit Pearl was retrieved, and the Miao people were relieved of their worries. Now they could focus on fighting the Japanese.

  There was no more copper corpse that could not be pierced by swords and guns, and the Miao warriors obviously had no worries at all. They were originally good at biting blood and killing, and now, under the leadership of Wang Lao, they took out their curved waist knives and rushed towards the enemy.

  However, the opponent was not intimidated by the thousands of Miao warriors, but instead retreated quickly and orderly for over ten meters, creating distance with the approaching Miao warriors.

  More than a hundred black-clad ninjas in the team moved to the front of the team, surrounding those who were not wearing ninja costumes in the middle of the team. A person dressed similarly to Muyun Feng sat quietly on the ground in the middle of the team, without any signs of panic.

  Looking at the opponent's formation, he secretly exclaimed in his heart: "Could it be that the other side still has a master? This person must be a Yin-Yang Master from Fusang."

  What should I do if it's really like that? In my current state, I'm completely unable to resist. If the copper corpse appears again, this empty space will likely be filled with rivers of blood.

  My second brother beside me also seemed to have noticed and was staring at me tensely. At this point, all I could do was shrug my shoulders helplessly towards him.

  Under the command of Wang Changlao, dozens of Miao warriors with bare upper bodies wielded curved knives and charged towards the enemy amidst a chorus of battle cries, like raging flames. In his heart, he secretly thought it was not good and wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

  The opponent was obviously well-prepared, and sure enough, before the warriors could get close, they saw a flurry of starlight shooting out from the hands of those black-clad ninjas, making a "whooshing" sound as it flew towards the charging Miao warriors.

  It was a dark weapon. In a miserable cry, dozens of Miao warriors fell to the ground and died before they could even move.

  In the midst of great shock, without regard for his physical exhaustion, he arrived at the scene with the support of his fifth brother. Some warriors standing in the front row had also been hit by hidden projectiles. Elder Wang saw the situation and hastily ordered everyone to retreat several meters.

  Looking at the dead warriors whose bodies were all black, still twitching on the ground, the ninjas' swords in their hands, even if they didn't hit their vital points, could easily take their lives. I don't know what kind of poison was applied to the swords, but it's incredibly potent.

  "It's the poison of the Wooden Cloud Maple on the poisonous dart." Elder Wang said angrily in my ear.

  The warriors were shocked by the tragic scene just now, and at this time, they did not dare to act rashly. Wang Changlao also didn't know what to do. Everyone looked at me with eager eyes, but the opponent surprisingly didn't take advantage of this opportunity to kill us, and the field fell into a stalemate again.

  "They didn't attack, perhaps they thought we had the upper hand in numbers, but why didn't they retreat? Their leader, Mu Yunfeng, is already dead, what else do they want to achieve? It's truly a desperate struggle. Are they simply relying on the poison of their hidden weapons?" I thought to myself.

  At this time, my second brother also came to my side. After the rest just now, his physical strength had recovered a lot.

  "Big brother, look at that Japanese onmyodo master, he seems to be doing something strange," said the second brother strangely.

  I hastily looked over there, but was blocked by the ninja and couldn't see very clearly. I could only vaguely make out a yin-yang master wearing a loose-fitting yin-yang robe and a tall hat, constantly dancing around, occasionally waving his sleeves towards the sky, and then spinning around again.

  "Ah, he's stalling for time, Second Brother, he's giving himself an excuse to stall for time." I said to Second Brother.

  In Japan, there is a specialized institution for cultivating Onmyodo - the Onmyo Pavilion. The Onmyodo practitioners who come from this place have various abilities, some are skilled in illusions, while others can exorcise ghosts and demons. Of course, some evil and powerful Onmyodo practitioners can even control strong yōkai like Tengu and Tsukumogami. I once heard my master mention it when I was young.

  What kind of evil spell is this Onmyodo master casting, and how should I counter it? Many questions arise in my mind.

  Suddenly, I remembered my master's words. He once told me that if I encountered a yin-yang master, the only way to deal with him was to sprinkle him with the urine of a young boy and the blood of a black dog, which would render his evil spells ineffective.

  "I have the black dog's blood and the child's urine, but how am I supposed to pour these things on him? With my current physical strength, it's simply impossible." I asked myself in my heart.

  At this time, only a familiar "ding" sound was heard in my ear, and before I could figure out where the sound came from, my second brother had already said to me with a terrified expression: "Big brother, look quickly, the copper corpse seems to have come back to life."

  I saw that the eight bronze corpses I had beheaded were miraculously revived, their heads somehow back on their necks, spewing corpse energy as they quickly jumped towards us.

  In great shock, I shouted loudly to everyone: "Everyone run for it!"

  The others were stunned, standing there motionless as if frozen in place.

  "Second brother, Wang Lao, fifth brother, quickly retreat to the back!" The second brother and Old Wang beside him did not react, as if they had become stupid.

  My heart was racing, and the "clang" sound had already echoed in my ears. The incredibly foul corpse gas, mixed with bursts of dark wind, quickly arrived at my side. The warriors who hadn't even had time to escape were instantly torn into pieces by the bronze corpses. The scene was filled with mournful cries, a truly unbearable sight.

  As the copper corpse was about to attack, I could only bring Wang Changlao and Second Brother with me to retreat. My exhausted body made my movements much slower than usual. Having no other choice, I bit my index finger and quickly drew a fire character on my forehead.

  I drew the golden sword from my back, its heavy weight in my hand giving me a feeling of powerlessness. I barely managed to block an incoming attack from a copper corpse, then grabbed Second Brother and started running backwards. Countless warriors had already fallen at the hands of the copper corpses, their blood staining the entire battlefield red.