Faced with the sudden thick fog, Zhuge Wuwo, the leader, looked around warily.
"Something's wrong. This is the work of an Onmyoji. Everyone be careful."
The Onmyoji of Japan are similar to the Nine Chrysanthemums School; both are skilled in using various evil arts, making them difficult to guard against.
However, the common tactic used by Onmyoji is to first use a thick fog to confuse the opponent.
The symbol of the Nine Chrysanthemums school is nine chrysanthemums fed with various poisons.
As expected.
Soon, dozens of figures surged over and blocked Zhang Yuanlei and his group's path.
Leading the group was the shrine guardian, a short, bald old man dressed in a loose kimono with two samurai swords, one long and one short, tucked into his waistband.
A pair of triangular eyes gleamed coldly as he stared intently at Zhang Yuanlei and the others. Judging from the fluctuations in his aura, he was clearly a first-grade martial spirit master.
This person is an elder of the Okamoto family, named Okamoto Toka.
As the name suggests, this name is clearly intended to insult the Great Xia Dynasty.
As for the people behind him, none of them were as powerful as him; they were all peak Martial Sect experts.
"Hmph, warriors from Great Xia, you dare to invade and desecrate my Japanese shrine."
"None of you will leave here alive today."
Okamoto Toka's voice was hoarse, like the cawing of a crow on a branch.
Zhang Yuanlei had fought Okamoto Touxia several times during an overseas mission and knew the man's cunning and treacherous nature well. He snorted coldly and said...
"Okamoto Touka, with your limited skills, you probably can't stop us."
"Enough with the nonsense, hand over Yuan Changkong, and I can give you a quick death."
"Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead."
Okamoto Tou Natsu grinned maliciously.
“Zhang Yuanlei, I was able to kill you when we were on a mission overseas before. You were just lucky.”
"But you won't be so lucky today."
"Let's do it!"
Whoosh whoosh!
A dozen or so Japanese martial artists rushed over like lightning.
"Hmph, a bunch of ants, they don't know what's good for them."
Zhang Yuanlei and two veteran warriors charged forward and quickly engaged in fierce combat with their opponents.
Those two old war gods were both martial spirit masters, so dealing with these people didn't require much effort at all.
They were dealt with in no time, as easily as chopping vegetables or cutting melons.
As for Okamoto Tou Natsu, he was stopped by Zhuge Wuwo, and the two sides engaged in a fierce battle.
Okamoto Tu Xia was only a first-grade martial spirit, four levels lower than Zhuge Wuwo, and was no match for him at all, being forced to retreat step by step.
He was quickly killed by Zhuge Wuwo.
A group of Japanese martial artists were dealt with in less than two minutes.
Zhang Yuanlei and his group were about to rush into the shrine.
Suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The Japanese warriors who had just been slaughtered were suddenly resurrected.
"hehe!"
Okamoto Tu Xia, resurrected from the ashes, twisted his neck, grinned maliciously, and charged towards Zhuge Wuwo again.
"Old man, you think you're so tough? Today, Grandpa will give you a good time."
The remaining Japanese warriors also revived one after another, grinning as they charged towards Zhang Yuanlei and the others.
Zhuge Wuwo quickly killed him.
But the opponent quickly revived.
"Old man, you can't kill me."
After saying that, he rushed towards Zhuge Wuwo without hesitation.
Zhuge Wuwo, being a veteran war god of the older generation, was knowledgeable and experienced, and spoke with a solemn expression.
"Oh no, we've stumbled into an Onmyoji's illusionary formation."
"It's all fake."
"Everyone be careful."
Onmyoji are best at creating various illusions and forming large formations.
Even though everything we are experiencing is fake.
But the damage done to them was real.
The only way to break the great formation is to find the core of the formation.
Otherwise, they will be trapped in the enemy's formation forever.
Although the cultivation levels of Okamoto Tuxia and others were generally inferior to those of Zhang Yuanlei and Zhuge Wuwo.
But they are invincible.
Falling down time and time again, and getting up time and time again.
We can wear them down completely by simply wearing them down.
What's worse is that if they can't find the core of the formation, they can't break through and escape.
This is almost a dead end.
Unable to crack.
Zhang Yuanlei's eyes were filled with solemnity and anger.
I never imagined that the Japanese devils would be so despicable and shameless.
Moreover, with each death, Okamoto Touxia and the others would become stronger, growing stronger with each battle.
Killing them will be a little more difficult.
If things continue like this, Zhang Yuanlei, Zhuge Wuwo, and the others won't be able to hold out for long.
Nearby, several veteran warriors were already exhausted, panting heavily and suffering from multiple injuries.
Zhang Yuanlei fought valiantly to kill the three Japanese warriors who rushed at him, and said urgently.
"Mr. Zhuge, we must find a way to break the formation as soon as possible."
“If this goes on for too long, everyone will die here.”
Due to the significant depletion of his internal energy, a fine layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.
Zhuge Wuwo was well aware of the crisis before him, and frowned as he spoke.
"There are two options now."
"The first priority is to find the core of the formation as soon as possible. However, these Onmyoji are very cunning. They have definitely hidden the core in a very secluded place and will not let us find it easily."
"The second method is..."
Zhuge Wuwo hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself, his cloudy eyes filled with complex emotions.
Zhang Yuanlei said anxiously.
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