Mu Yu gasped, and every breath brought a tingling pain. His body had reached its limit, and the long battle had quickly depleted his physical strength. However, he could not fall, because he knew that once he fell, the people in his protective circle would be exposed to the attacks of the Yellow Springs army.

He gritted his teeth, endured fatigue and pain, and tried his best to deal with the enemy in front of him. The army of Yellow Springs came like a tidal wave, and their attacks were fierce like a torrential rain. Mu Yu's sword danced faster and faster, and brilliant spells gushed out from his hands, forming a solid barrier to block the attack of the Huangquan army.

However, as time passed, the power of the shepherd rain gradually weakened. His steps became heavy, and each swing of his sword became more difficult. His protective ring had begun to shake, as if it might break at any moment.

At this moment, a series of brilliant spells came from behind.

In the deep darkness, the army of Fuso Onmyoji descended quietly like the dawn before dawn. Dressed in ornate robes like crow's feathers, with a determined and reverent expression on their faces, as if they were messengers of fate, they threw themselves into this cruel battle without hesitation in order to protect the world.

Yellow Spring creatures, those terrifying and evil beings, crawled out of the abyss, their bodies exuding the aura of decay, and their bodies shimmered with a gloomy light. They roared and roared, and rushed towards the army of Fuso Onmyoji with an irrepressible ferocity.

The Onmyoji quickly formed a formation, waving their staffs and chanting ancient incantations. In an instant, the wind howled, the thunder and lightning flashed, condensed into a powerful force, and smashed violently towards those Yellow Spring creatures.

Huge explosions echoed across the battlefield, radiating brightly, and powerful energy waves stirred in the air, as if even the air had been torn apart. Countless Yellow Spring creatures were instantly wiped out under this force, and their bodies turned into nothingness in the light.

However, despite the great strength of the Fuso Onmyoji army, the number of Yellow Springs creatures continues to grow. It's an uphill battle, and every Onmyoji must give it their all in order to survive such a frenzy.

The battle lasted for several hours, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became more and more tense. Every Onmyoji is exhausted, and their strength is close to the limit. However, they did not back down and faced the battle more resolutely.

Under the background of the dark clouds covering the top and the wind and clouds changing color, the army of the Onmyoji descended from the sky like divine soldiers, they were menacing, with powerful mana and equipment, and appeared in front of Mu Yu's position with a thunderous momentum. Their arrival undoubtedly brought new vitality to the troubled Muyu Army.

The onmyoji wore ornate robes and held mysterious staffs, each of which looked unfathomable. Facing the army of Huangquan, they were fearless, chanting incantations and waving the staff in their hands, releasing dazzling waves of energy. These energy waves were like violent storms, knocking waves of Yellow Springs creatures to the ground, and for a while, there was a wail on the battlefield.

However, despite the strength of the Onmyoji army, the number of Yellow Springs creatures seemed to be endless. They came like a tidal wave, one after the other, and seemed not afraid of death at all. Every time a Yellow Spring creature falls, more Yellow Spring creature fills its place. They roared and roared, charging at the Onmyoji army again and again with their sharp claws and fangs.

In the face of such an enemy, the Onmyoji army also felt unprecedented pressure. Their mana is depleted faster and faster, while the Yellow Springs creatures are getting braver and braver. Despite their best efforts, the tide of battle has not changed significantly.

Mu Yu looked at the battlefield in front of him and was worried. He understands that this battle is no longer a simple contest of right and wrong, victory and defeat. This is a decisive battle of life and death, about the future, if they can't break the encirclement of the Yellow Springs creatures, then they will face the danger of total annihilation.

Shinzaburo Abeshin stood in the wind, his face firm and cold, his black robes fluttering in the wind. His hands clenched tightly on a spell that shimmered with cold light, which was the key to his control of the Yin and Yang worlds.

Powerful forces emerged from Shinzaburo Ampei, forming golden rays of light, like a golden dragon dancing in the darkness. He began to chant incantations, words like sharp swords, cutting through the air around him. The entire realm of Yellow Springs shook with it, as if it trembled before his power.

Then, he launched an attack on the creatures that were raging in the Yellow Springs. His fingers quickly drew intricate spells, and then, a powerful force was released from the spells, like dragons flying in the air. Each ray of light that struck the Yellow Springs creature caused bursts of violent trembling and pain. The creatures were as fragile as gravel in his power.

On the other side, Ishida Shingen watched all this quietly, his eyes flashing with deep interest and determination. He noticed Shinzaburo's strength and skill, and he saw his mastery of the realm. This made him feel challenged, but it also sparked his curiosity. He decided to challenge this powerful Onmyoji.

A dagger flashing with cold light suddenly appeared in Ishida Shingen's hand, and his body also rushed towards Shinzaburo Ampei at an alarming speed. His movements were so fast that he could barely catch them, except for a dark shadow streaked through the air.

Shinzaburo Abei noticed Shingen's actions in Ishida, and he calmly watched the other party rush over without any panic on his face. He chanted the incantation again, and then, a powerful force was released from his body, and he met Ishida Shingen's attack head-on.

At this time, Shinzaburo Abe, the man who always had an elegant smile, was standing not far away and quietly watching him. There was a deep anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

Suddenly, he laughed, and the laughter seemed to travel through a thousand years of time and space, with a distant echo. Then, he turned around slightly, and out of his back came a delinquent teenager.

Although this delinquent boy is young, there is a vicissitudes and coldness in his eyes that do not match his age. His clothes may seem casual, but every detail reveals a unique taste and personality. His gait was languid and tinged with an indescribable arrogance, as if everything seemed so insignificant in his world.

He walked up to Shinzaburo Abe, their eyes meeting as if to confirm something silently. Then, together, they looked at Ishida Shingen, the young man with the power of the Yaki Orochi.

At this moment, their eyes were full of anticipation and deep meaning, as if they were heralding an impending storm.