I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

Although Itsukushima is very remote and far from the main continent, they had still heard rumors about Onmyoji.

It is said that they are a special group of humans who can sense the mysteries of Yin and Yang and communicate with powerful demonic beasts. Even among hundreds of humans, it is not possible to give birth to such a special being.

Law can understand people with special abilities.

Because it is placed on Itsukushima, its counterpart is the tuner who can play special melodies and summon daylight.

He himself was also the last matchmaker on Itsukushima Island.

This is also one of the reasons why Itsukushima fell into eternal darkness.

"Yes."

"Lord Ara is an extremely powerful Onmyoji, at least the most powerful one that Xiaobai has ever seen."

As the praise was uttered, the complex look of reminiscence in Hakuzō's eyes became even more vivid.

Powerful enough to directly confront its own physique, it doesn't need talismans; it can effortlessly perform Yin-Yang techniques, and it saw the ancient wind god in the shrine!

What an all-around and powerful Onmyoji!

Without realizing it, Xiaobai fell into deep admiration.

However, it quickly came to its senses and shook its head violently, as if trying to shake away all such subtly pernicious thoughts.

[Sooner or later, Lord Seimei will surpass that big liar and become an even more powerful Onmyoji!!]

[Xiaobai firmly believes!]

Sensing the little fox's praise, even the skeptical Ritsu couldn't help but turn and follow the young man's retreating figure.

Before anyone could see, the unfamiliar young man bearing the clan's fan-shaped markings had already descended the altar steps and was heading straight towards the ever-advancing torrent of monsters.

At the same time, a faint spatial vortex gradually materialized on the stone steps near the ground, and expanded outwards at a visible speed, soon reaching the size of a normal torii gate.

Lu had a premonition that something was about to emerge from that vortex.

It's very likely the young clansman that the little fox mentioned!

Suddenly, a strange, throbbing feeling slowly welled up in the woman's chest.

Perhaps, perhaps.........

"Sister, perhaps he really has come to save Itsukushima."

His true feelings were expressed.

The special name for it is Yin!

Holding the broken-stringed pipa, she had somehow already crossed the place where she stood and reached the edge of the altar, her slightly trembling gaze following the unfamiliar young man who was about to collide with the army of ghosts.

"Get back! Get back now! Don't go any further! Don't go looking for your death!"

"Protect the altar, protect the sound!!"

"We still have hope, Itsukushima still has hope."

As Ara ventured deeper into the wilderness, the surviving, scattered Itsukushima soldiers also took notice of this peculiar young man who was venturing into the world of ghosts and monsters.

However, they only regarded them as their companions.

He was treated as a companion whose will had collapsed, who willingly threw himself into the torrent of monsters.

After all, during those ten years of eternal darkness, there was never a shortage of fools who, feeling hopeless about living, would actively seek death!

And these suicide attempts became more and more frequent during these increasingly difficult times.

Huang naturally ignored such calls.

The reason for venturing deeper was simply to deliver a major blow to these monsters that swarmed like locusts.

Because, although his left eye was barely usable, it still couldn't provide perfect ballistic control.

His immediate thought was to cross the lines of the remaining Itsukushima soldiers without harming innocent survivors.

At the same time, this also sends a clear signal to certain people who are about to arrive.

"Hey,"

"Don't try to kill yourself, didn't you hear me?"

"Only by living can we see hope!!"

"Itsukushima will surely win! We are destined to see the sun rise!"

An anxious and sharp voice rang in Huang's ears, and a strong arm pressed down on his shoulder.

You could sense that the person who came really wanted to pull them back.

However, this power was not enough; it was not enough to shake Huang's figure in the slightest.

Furthermore, if the other party's aura were not human, they might not even be able to get to his side, let alone put their hand on him like this.

However, considering the person's eagerness and the fact that he was following him into the torrent of ghosts, Ara turned his body to the side.

The first thing that came into view was a young man who looked slightly older than himself, with pure white hair similar to that of He Yin and the wolf-riding girl.

At this moment, he was pressing one hand on his shoulder and arm, and wielding his somewhat dulled battle blade with the other, blocking the attacks of the surrounding evil spirits.

"I've never seen you, who are you?"

Upon seeing the appearance of this 'suicide seeker,' a look of bewilderment and vigilance flashed in Ming's eyes.

He is the eldest grandson of the deceased city lord, the elder brother of the tuner Lu Yuyin, and the supreme commander of this last line of defense.

He could distinguish all his companions on Itsukushima.

Whether they were surviving or deceased companions.

But the young man before them was someone they had never seen before; he was definitely not a native of Itsukushima!

"Don't follow me, you're in my way."

However, instead of an explanation, he received a cold rebuke.

Such a response inevitably blocked the doubts that had been accumulating in his heart.

Looking into the eyes of the unfamiliar young man, he immediately wanted to say something, but then a hideous ghost pounced on him from behind.

Itsukushima's defenses are steadily retreating.

In just a moment, the two of them had already penetrated deep into the army of evil spirits.

From the direction of the altar, anxious roars and calls could be heard continuously.

It was the surviving Itsukushima soldiers urging their leader to retreat quickly and stop paying attention to that suicidal bastard.

However, fate ignored them all, and the hand that landed on the young man's shoulder and arm immediately exerted force, trying to pull him away and thus stop the monsters that had already advanced.

After all, regardless of the circumstances, the sensation of hot flesh and blood, and the shared language, all proved one thing: the other person was also human.

And that alone is enough to justify providing them with protection.

But fate failed once again.

The other person's body was like a hard, smelly rock. He had tried his best to pull it away from the monster's attack path, but the guy remained standing still, completely unmoved!

[Did I use up too much energy?]

A shallow question arose in my self-righteous mind.

However, the demon, whose red eyes, fangs, and saliva were now clearly discernible, suddenly overlooked this detail and anxiously warned the unfamiliar young man to be careful!

But at this moment,

Just as the advancing demons, brandishing their weapons, were trying to devour the vibrant life before them, dozens of azure energy chains, like chains from another world, appeared out of thin air and instantly pierced through the demons, leaving none untouched on the ravaged earth.

The energy chains, radiating azure light, pierced the hearts of the evil spirits, bringing a glimmer of light to this dim world and allowing Ming to see the unfamiliar young man before him clearly.

Short, sharp black hair; indifferent and cold, deep eyes; and handsome features that perfectly match his eyes.

"Who exactly are you?"

He instinctively asked the question.

But the response was still the same cold and brief one.

"You're in the way, step aside."

After saying that, Huang didn't care who the older man with the same hair color as Lu and Yin was, and casually turned around, broke free from the other party's restraints, and continued to walk into the depths of the demon army.

A short while later, several Itsukushima samurai, their armor tattered, finally risked their lives to approach the place.

At the same time, they also witnessed the terrifying scene that had just occurred and the retreating figure of the stranger.

"My lord, who is that person?"

In the blink of an eye, dozens of terrifyingly powerful evil spirits were killed without lifting a finger—this was simply unbelievable!

However, at this moment, Ming felt the same way as his companions who had struggled to get through. When asked, he simply shook his head blankly.

But one thing is certain: the other party is deep within this army of evil spirits, and is definitely not seeking death!

even,

It is even very likely that it was for the purpose of,

A campaign against them?

Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of astonishment arose in his mind, prompting him to turn his face and look at the altar not far behind him.

Judging from the path the other party took, it was clear that they came from the direction of the altar!

Looking back, Ming saw the dark vortex lying across the stone steps, and also vaguely saw his two younger sisters standing at the edge of the altar.

They seemed to be gazing into the distance, praying for something.

But he also missed a powerful outpouring of energy that he would never forget.

After venturing deep into the horde of demons that resembled a locust swarm, Huang finally stopped. From that point onward, no more humans could survive.

So, go to hell.

Looking at the demons and undead who were eagerly swarming forward because of the smell of raw meat, his eyes were filled with contemptuous disdain.

A kind of disdain that gods have for ants.

The jet-black magatama slowly rotated, and crimson light poured out from it. A power that could change the color of heaven and earth began to condense and gather in its left pupil, which symbolized killing.