In this lush mountain forest, the verdant woods are densely arranged, forming a dense forest labyrinth.

The dense foliage obscures the sky, leaving only a faint ray of sunlight that shines through the gaps on the ground, creating dappled light and shadows.

There was a tense atmosphere in this mountain forest, as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. From time to time, there was a rustle between the trees, as if an invisible being was shuttling through it.

The sound of the branches and leaves grinding against each other became low and invisible, as if to foretell the battle to come.

Despite the beauty of the environment, the mountains and forests exude an oppressive atmosphere, with gusts of cold wind passing by, bringing bursts of fishy smell from time to time, revealing the smell of blood.

The birds stopped singing in the woods, and were eerily quiet. Only the occasional birdsong came from afar, making it even more lonely and desolate.

The vegetation in the forest thinned out, revealing an open clearing.

In the middle of the clearing, broken tree trunks lay to the ground, bloodstained, wreckage and weapons strewn everywhere, a sign that fierce battles had once erupted here.

The crooked marks and deep sword marks left on the land show the brutality of the fight.

From time to time, there was a low roar and a ferocious roar in the jungle, like the roar of a wild beast, and the battle was about to break out, and every place was full of tension and danger.

People in it feel the air tightening, their hearts racing, and anxiety filling every inch of their skin.

The environment in the mountains and forests became worse and worse under this tense atmosphere, and the space between the trees became narrow, as if holding back some malice.

The land was covered with blood, and the muddy ground trampled on was like a trap.

Enemies lurking in the bushes silently await their moment, and the sound of every restless foliage is nerve-wracking.

In this mountain forest, the atmosphere of tension and the atmosphere of battle are intertwined, every inch of space is full of danger, and people feel an invisible pressure, as if the whole world hangs above the edge of the sword.

As time passes, battles are about to break out, and the environment in the mountains and forests will become an arena for relentless fighting.

As the sun sets, the brutal aura of battle gradually reaches its climax in the mountains and forests, and the reflections of the trees twist and deform on the ground, as if they are the reflection of dark forces.

A breeze blew, carrying the smell of blood and fireworks, which made people shiver.

The tension grew stronger, the leaves fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, and the chests of the Japanese soldiers in the middle of it rose violently, their eyes fixed on everything around them, vigilantly observing every corner.

The slight friction of each leaf alerts them to a possible attack, as the enemies they face are too strange and dangerous.

Although the guns are not completely useless to him, the problem is that after all, it has to be used by the other party, and after the first encounter, this guy hides so that it is almost impossible for everyone to find it.

But the only thing that is certain is that this guy is still around, and is preparing for the next wave of attacks.

The environment in the mountains and forests became dark and treacherous, the creaking sound of dead branches under their feet, as if to remind the enemy of their presence, and the smell of dampness and decay permeated the thick trunks of trees, like an atmosphere of death.

The ground filled with broken branches and shelters makes it difficult to travel, and each step requires careful exploration.

A dull roar echoed in the mountains and forests, and the presence of the enemy was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing.

The nervous Japanese soldiers tensed up, felt the desire to fight boiling in their blood, and at the same time felt the imminent threat, and night began to fall, casting a dark shadow.

The environment in the mountains and forests is even more eerie, the outlines of the trees become distorted and eerie, and the dim moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves on the ground, forming a hideous dappled light and shadow.

This eerie sight adds a touch of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

The tension reached its peak, the battle was about to break out, every nerve was tense, and every breath was filled with fighting intent.

The warriors were silent, their eyes firm and solemn, waiting for the appearance of the enemy, and the environment in the mountains and forests became the stage for their decisive battle, and the bloody wind was about to wreak havoc in this darkness.

In the open space not far away, corpses were already strewn all over the field at this moment, and countless lives had turned into dried corpses, losing their vitality and vitality.

Their faces were pale and their eyes were hollow, as if the last shred of life had been sucked dry.

Corpses that fell to the ground covered the entire battlefield like cold statues.

Their skin was pale and thin, like dried bark, without a trace of blood, their limbs twisted and their expressions distorted, as if they had experienced great pain and torture before they died.

The withered fingers gripped the weapon tightly as a symbol of the last resistance and struggle.

The blood had dried up, forming speckled dark red traces that reflected the harsh reality of the sun, and the smell of decay and decay filled the battlefield, intertwined with the atmosphere of death.

There was an eerie silence on the battlefield, save for the low groans of the wind blowing through the corpses.

These voices were no longer the call of life, but more like the wails of the dead, sending chills down the spine, and birds and beasts seemed to be frightened away from this dead silence and away from this realm of death.

The dried corpses lost the light and expression of life, their eyes were empty and godless, as if they had seen through everything and saw the endless pain of war.

They became lonely witnesses to this battlefield, silently speaking of cruelty and destruction.

In this corpse-strewn battlefield, lives have been completely taken away, leaving only desolate wreckage, and every dried corpse is a victim of war, and their presence reminds the living of the cruelty and cost of fighting.

The scene on the battlefield was frozen and forever engraved in people's hearts, making them deeply appreciate the horror and desolation of war.

However, at this moment, from the dark corner, a dry and thin zombie quietly appeared.

Its body has been eroded by age and death, presenting a terrifying sight.

The zombie's skin was as pale as paper, there was hardly a trace of flesh on its skeletal face, and its bulging eye sockets were empty, with no eyeballs and only deep darkness.

The cheekbones under the eye sockets protrude, revealing the texture of the bones, as if they have been swallowed up by decay.

Its mouth opened, revealing tattered teeth and a dark abyss between its gums.

The rotten tongue twitched, as if searching for something, but it had lost the ability to speak and chew.

The neck is shriveled and shriveled, revealing withered veins and twisted bones.

Dry hair was messily covering the top of its head, the color had faded, leaving only a pale gray, these hairs were like dead grass and dead wood, swaying in the breeze, giving it an eerie and terrifying feeling.

It was the manfish, but at this time it was in much worse condition than the last time it was seen, and the mutilated parts of its body had not really been repaired, and the bones and flesh were still exposed.

The shriveled man was scrawny, skinny, and his muscles had dried up.

Its limbs were shriveled and twisted, like broken branches, ready to break at any moment.

But it exudes an aura of death and corruption from its body, and its presence makes people feel the evil power of death, like a nightmare emerging from the darkness.

As the human spirit appeared silently, and then slowly approached a soldier, an evil aura permeated.

The soldier sensed the imminence of death at this point and jerked back, meeting the empty eye sockets, his heart racing, the muscles of his body tensed, and the instinct of battle drove him.

The human spirit raised its thin arms, the bones bulging, the nails black and long, its movements slow and stiff, but it contained terrifying strength.

The soldier took aim at the mandrill and raised his gun, but he was drawn to the darkness in the manma's hollow eye sockets.

In an instant, the man's claws burst through the air and accurately grabbed the soldier's wrist.

The soldier let out a violent roar, but his voice was drowned out by the cold laughter of the man, and the terrifying power came from the man's arm, and the soldier felt the crackling sound of his own bones.

The pain spread throughout his body, and he couldn't resist it, he couldn't break free.

The soldier's body began to tremble, and blood poured out of his wrists.

The zombie's nails pierced deep into his skin, penetrating his muscles and bones.

The expression of pain and despair was engraved on the soldier's face, and he struggled weakly, but he could not escape the clutches of death, and the life on his body was passing rapidly, and the whole person was quickly sucked dry as if he was dehydrated.

Eventually, the soldier's body collapsed, and he fell to the ground, losing the last shred of life, his eyes hollow and his face as pale as a zombie.

The withered, emaciated zombie continued to laugh, and it was a cold, vicious laugh.

Darkness poured into its eye sockets once more, as if celebrating its victory, and the demonic being took another life, leaving dead silence and fear on the battlefield once again.

This victory brought it even greater ecstasy and ferocity, the dry muscles of its face twisted, and a cruel smile on its lips.

The breath of death churned over it, as if an endless dark force was dominating its existence, and this was no longer his battlefield, but his dining table.

Devouring the vitality of the living can recondense the damaged yin qi of oneself and repair the part that was originally lost.

It moved its decaying body like a sluggish and brutal hunter, each arm raised with a terrifying roar, and the air was filled with the atmosphere of death.

The soldiers were struck by the ferocity of the zombies, but they fought back.

With their strong will and well-trained combat skills, they tried to fight the embodiment of death, however, the Mancub's strength was beyond imagination, and its attacks were swift and accurate.

One by one, the soldiers fell, their bodies torn, crushed, and broken, and each one more miserable than the other.

Blood splattered on the battlefield, screams, shouts, and cries of despair mingled, and every kill was a brutal portrayal of war, and every fallen life suffered immensely.

The human ray was pacing forward at this point, and there was no emotion in its eyes, only endless longing and destruction desire.

It bites down on the soldier's throat with its hungry mouth, blood gushes out, completely extinguishes the flame of life, its nails penetrate the soldier's chest, tear the heart apart, and obliterate the soul.

The battlefield is littered with corpses, and countless enemies are defenseless in the face of zombies.

Dried corpses and fresh flesh weave across the battlefield to create a horrific and brutal picture, where the brutality of the human beings is terrifying, and the shadow of death hangs over the battlefield.

This withered and emaciated zombie became the master of the battlefield, taking lives with ruthless force, proving the horror of death time and time again.

Its existence allows people to experience the cruelty and helplessness of war, where fear pervades the battlefield and where all hope seems slim.

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, the dry and emaciated human rays continued to wreak havoc and kill.

It opened its tattered mouth, its bloodthirsty teeth glinting with a terrible light, every pounce deadly, every grab depriving the enemy of the last of its resistance.

The soldiers were knocked down by the swift and ferocious attack, their bodies crumbling under the claws of the zombies, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the land red and forming a terrifying sea of blood.

And the man's eyes become more fanatical, and it seems to become more and more addicted to the pleasure of killing.

It is no longer just about killing, but seeking greater pain and fear with each kill.

The cries and screams of the soldiers echoed across the battlefield, but were soon engulfed in dead silence, and the nightmare of war became a reality, forcing people to face the end of death.

At this time, there were already people who wanted to escape, but it was not so easy to escape, and as the fallen dried corpses got back on their feet, one after another human rays ushered in a new life.

The number of dried corpses grows, and they seem to be endless demon legions, relentlessly chasing the remaining survivors.

Flesh was torn, bones were gnawed, and the battlefield was like a dance of hell.

The hope of the living was gradually shattered, fear and despair gripped everyone's heart, and they watched their companions fall one by one, the fragility of life unable to withstand the torrent of death.

This withered, emaciated zombie became the demon king of the battlefield, and its existence symbolized destruction and end.

Life on the battlefield trembled at its feet, powerless to resist.

The vortex of death expands, the battle continues, and the forest becomes a hell of depravity and sorrow.

Until this time, a white figure stood in front of the fleeing people, the man was dressed in a gorgeous wide white robe, and his appearance showed a mysterious and majestic temperament.

His figure is tall and straight, his muscles are well-proportioned, revealing his physical and spiritual cultivation, and his deep eyes shimmer with wisdom, and through his eyes, it seems that he can understand the secrets of the world.

His face was feminine, but handsome, and his long hair hung down to his shoulders like a black waterfall.

He wore a black high hat on his head, and a folding fan in his hand patted his palm.

Mochizuki Liao - Onmyoji.

(End of chapter)