The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

"Don't even think about it!" the electromagnetic cannon roared, charging forward and throwing a punch at the red-faced demon.

The fist and the spiked club, both wrapped in electromagnetic rings, collided violently.

"Boom!" The impact was accompanied by a series of crackling sounds of lightning.

The electromagnetic ring on the electromagnetic gun's hand emitted bursts of current, which were conducted along the spiked club to the red-faced demon.

Black smoke billowed from the red-faced demon, and after being struck by lightning multiple times, it finally collapsed.

It spontaneously combusted without a flame and instantly turned to ashes.

"Damn Japanese devils, it's only because I haven't mastered my Divine Thunder technique yet, otherwise I could have smashed your soul to pieces with one punch," the electromagnetic cannon cursed.

The fleeing Onmyoji sensed a paper figure burning, frowned, turned around, and unleashed a series of wind blades, instantly striking the flying arrow shrouded in Qi.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The collisions continued until they eventually canceled each other out.

Suddenly, the surroundings brightened, and scorching heat emanated from the sky.

"Damn it! How can someone have such insane abilities?" The Onmyoji glanced back, dodging and weaving as he cursed, his defenses crumbling.

Finally, the giant fireball struck the ground and exploded violently from a distance of more than six meters from the Onmyoji.

"So close to the command post, and there's still no reaction? A trap?" Zhou Ming frowned, casually dodging the bayonet and grabbing a Japanese soldier's arm.

He was thrown out, and the fireball card hit his chest. At that moment, Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Fireball card has undergone a minor transformation, or rather, its self-destruct ability has undergone a transformation, gaining a certain degree of flight adjustment capability.

"Ah!" The Japanese soldier let out a painful roar as his entire body turned into fuel and burned into a fireball. His remnant soul also merged into it, transforming into a face like a vengeful ghost.

He flew into the air, his eyes fixed on the Onmyoji.

Upon seeing the Onmyoji raise his head to confirm the location of the fireball, he felt a chill run down his spine and was utterly terrified.

"Hurry up and do it!" the Onmyoji shouted.

"Damn it!" The old Japanese man hiding in the shadows couldn't help but curse inwardly.

But once those words were spoken, the other party would definitely be on guard, and he would have no choice but to act immediately.

With a flash, he appeared instantly in the shadows of the distant ruins, and then vanished in an instant.

With his extremely keen senses and intuition, Zhou Ming instantly sensed something was wrong and locked his gaze on the fleeting afterimage.

But the old Japanese man had already appeared behind Zhou Ming, without any aura whatsoever. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have been able to sense him at all.

He held a short knife in his hand and, silently and with great speed, slashed at Zhou Ming's neck.

Just as the knife was about to strike the back of the neck, as if it had been prepared, a flash of blue light appeared.

"Clang!" The short sword shattered instantly upon striking the blue light.

Upon closer inspection, the azure light was actually the shadow of a dragon—a blue dragon with blood-red eyes, coiled around its spine.

"I thought it was some kind of trick! Turns out it's you, old man." Zhou Ming's cold laugh rang out as the power of blood and evil merged with the Azure Dragon and erupted.

The awe-inspiring power struck directly at the heart and mind, impacting the old man's spirit at a short distance.

This old Japanese man was indeed formidable; even with Zhou Ming's keen senses, it took him a moment to detect him.

But the Blood Eagle was not just for show; it could be seen clearly throughout the entire battlefield, especially around Zhou Ming.

The moment the other person appeared behind me, I didn't sense it, but I saw it clearly.

Holding the Blood Soul in his hand, Zhou Ming turned around and unleashed a red blade of light.

The old Japanese soldier, initially stunned and slow to react, was surprisingly quick, rapidly drawing another knife and glaring menacingly at Zhou Ming.

"Clang clang clang!" The red blade light and the opponent's dark blade light collided repeatedly, making an unknown number of sounds in just one second.

Amidst the cacophony of sounds, Zhou Ming sneered, his words drowned out by the clash of blades.

"You idiot, your house is gone!"

The old Japanese man was startled; he could clearly understand Chinese.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion, loud enough to drown out all other sounds, rang out, and the area instantly lit up again.

A light brighter than a fireball illuminated everything, and a surging, bustling sound rushed in all directions.

Zhou Ming was prepared to resist the sudden shockwave and vibration, and with one slash, he injured the old Japanese man whose movements were distorted.

The excruciating pain that struck his very soul caused the old Japanese man's face to contort into a ferocious expression.

Chapter 71 Another Use for Blood Demon Soldiers

The moment the opponent's movements faltered, Zhou Ming's Blood Soul pierced the old Japanese man's shoulder, pinning him directly to the broken wall beside him.

"Ah!" A wail came from the old Japanese man's mouth, his whole face contorted in pain.

His muscles were tense, and he struggled in extreme pain.

"Bang!" Zhou Ming delivered a powerful knee strike to the old Japanese man's groin, then released his Blood Soul with his right hand and struck the old man's upper face, slamming him hard against the broken wall.

Three blood-slaying talismans appeared in his hand, merging into a triangular talisman. These were the three blood demon soldiers who had just died.

Then, with swift movements, he slapped the old Japanese man's chest, the triangular talisman quickly merging into it. Zhou Ming then withdrew his Blood Soul and left.

The old Japanese man trembled violently under multiple forms of pain, his vital energy boiling intensely and rapidly transforming into bloodthirsty power.

Zhou Ming casually grabbed another Japanese soldier, fused it with the fireball card, and threw it into the sky.

This time, the target is not the Onmyoji, but the command post at the front.

Inside the command post, the Japanese colonel, who was disoriented from the explosion, suddenly felt that his surroundings had brightened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge fireball hurtling towards me.

His expression contorted, and before he could utter a word, the fireball came crashing down.

The two ordinary Japanese soldiers who were left to protect the Japanese colonel were also terrified when they saw the huge fireball and wanted to run away.

"Boom!"

Compared to the previous explosives depot, there was a smaller burst of flames, followed by a second, a third…

The thunderous roar continued, and the command post was wiped out.

"It's over!" The Onmyoji felt a chill in his heart, and his defense immediately faltered.

An arrow pierced through a paper figure and went straight through the abdomen of the Onmyoji.

The shikigami in front of the electromagnetic cannon vanished instantly, which made its eyes light up. Without the slightest hesitation, it slammed a palm towards the onmyoji not far away.

The lightning ball surrounded by an electromagnetic ring was struck before the Onmyoji could dodge, even as he clutched his wound in terror.

"Boom!" An electromagnetic explosion instantly dispelled the evil power emanating from his body.

The Onmyoji, whose aura was fluctuating violently, was buried by wave after wave of attacks.

The powerful Onmyoji was instantly killed.

"This guy is really troublesome," Wang Wen said, looking at the Yin-Yang Master who was beyond dead.

There were nine of them in total. Although some of the eight were relatively weak, the three members of the Electromagnetic Cannon and the Stone Man were all very strong. As a result, they were dragged out for so long.

This demonstrates the skill of this Onmyoji.

"What a pity. If he hadn't died, we would have had another high-ranking cannon fodder," Wang Wen said with some regret.

“When masters clash, aside from ambushes and counter-attacks, how easy is it to capture someone alive? If we aim for survival from the start, we might let this guy escape.” Zhou Ming said as he walked over, spreading his bloodthirsty power over the Onmyoji’s corpse.

Wang Wen glanced at the old Japanese soldier who had been converted, then asked, "What's the next step?"

At this moment, flames were still burning behind the position, and the rear of the position had stabilized from the initial chaos.

The sounds of fierce fighting still echoed from the front lines, and the Blood Demon Soldiers' Blood Fiend Runes returned one by one.

"Let's launch a surprise attack on the Japanese forward positions from here, and ideally, we should join forces with the Blood Demon Soldiers to annihilate all the Japanese troops in those positions," Zhou Ming pointed in the direction they had come from.

It would be difficult to annihilate two or three thousand people with just a few hundred men. This is not a position inside Luodian. There are buildings and ruins everywhere, and it is easier to be ambushed at night.

That Japanese battalion behind us could run away at any time.

"Ranger, Electromagnetic Cannon, you two stay here to protect me." Zhou Ming then looked at Wang Wen and said, "Brother Wen, you take the rest of the men and attack from the rear. At the same time, notify some Blood Demon soldiers to organize a team and bring me the prisoners and all the corpses."

“Okay!” Wang Wen nodded and immediately led the rest of the men into action.

From Blood Eagle's perspective, Wang Wen and his group broke into the position from the rear, causing local chaos among the newly organized Japanese troops.

Not long after, a squad of more than a dozen Blood Demon soldiers arrived in Zhouming, bringing with them a group of wounded Japanese soldiers.

"Master!" Koike-kun knelt on one knee.

Zhou Ming looked at the Japanese soldiers being carried on the shoulders of the ghost soldiers; some were already unconscious, while others were on the verge of death.

They threw them one by one onto the ground, piling them up in front of Zhou Ming.

"Baka...yarou!" A Japanese soldier, whose hands had been blown off but who still had some strength, struggled and cursed angrily.

This made Zhou Ming's eyes light up, and he said, "Pull it aside for me."

"Yes!" Electromagnetic Cannon nodded, grabbed a Japanese soldier by the shoulder, and pulled him out.

"Hurry up and bring me all the living ones first," Zhou Ming said, waving his hand at the Blood Demon soldiers.

"Yes!" Koike-kun nodded and immediately led the remaining Blood Demon soldiers into action.

The bloodthirsty power emanating from Zhou Ming spread rapidly, enveloping the 15 half-dead Japanese soldiers.

This time, it only took six and a half minutes to refine the Blood Fiend Talisman.

"It's 15 seconds faster now. I wonder if we can get it down to under three minutes tonight." Zhou Ming turned to look at the Japanese soldier whose jaw had been smashed and who couldn't even curse.

"It should be okay, right?" Zhou Ming hesitated slightly.

A blood-red talisman appeared in his hand, and with a backhand slap, it flew into the body of the Japanese soldier whose hands had been blown off.

After a brief period of pain, a burst of blood-fiend power erupted within his body, which was Qi transformed from life force.

After waiting a moment and completely transforming his body into a state of being enveloped in Qi, a flash of white light appeared and one of the Japanese devil's legs was cut off.

A blood-red pattern had already been drawn under Zhou Ming's feet. He quickly picked up the leg and placed it in the pattern, and immediately 13 blood-fiend talismans flew out.