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

Unfortunately, without their master's orders, they dared not refine it on their own.

"The remaining group, follow me. Let's checkmate them first." Zhou Ming pointed to a spot with his index finger.

That wasn't the tent where Higashiyama Shinobu was located; it was the headquarters of this Japanese battalion.

"Make the necessary arrangements, we'll move out tonight," Zhou Ming said, looking at Takeshita Akari.

“Yes!” Takeshita Akira replied.

Besides the Blood Demon Soldiers, there were also the Eight, with the Electromagnetic Cannon looking eager to try.

After more than two years of honing his skills, his strength has reached a new level, and his close combat ability is arguably the strongest among his subordinates.

After all, lightning is incredibly swift and powerful, yet it also suppresses evil forces.

Unfortunately, apart from him and Nomura Jiichi, the other six were of varying quality; only one or two could be considered top-notch, while the others could only be called good.

"Nomichi Nomura, you only have one task: keep an eye on Eita Nikaido. You absolutely cannot let him get away," Zhou Ming said to Nimura.

"Don't worry, Master, I'll keep a close eye on him," Nomura Jiichi said immediately.

"The rest of you follow me. Rest now and wait until it gets dark," Zhou Ming said to the electromagnetic cannon and the others.

"Yes, boss." Electromagnetic Cannon nodded quickly.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.

The moon gradually rose higher, and the night was already past midnight.

The atmosphere in the forest had subtly changed.

The Japanese samurai, leaning against a tree, opened his eyes and stared at his ninja companion standing in the tree beside him.

He seemed to have sensed something, and sure enough, the next moment, a figure appeared behind the ninja.

The Japanese samurai was instantly jolted awake and stood up, ready to draw his sword. But in the instant he turned his back, Gao Yingcai launched a surprise attack.

The ninja was instantly alarmed and jumped down, but a barely perceptible thread appeared in mid-air.

In an instant, the ninja's head was severed, and blood flowed freely.

Yang Lie stepped out from the side. Neither of them intended to speak; they simply exchanged a glance and quietly prepared to continue their operation.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" Suddenly, gunshots rang out from afar, breaking the silence.

The silence continued, and both of them frowned.

"Li Ding? How did that guy cause such a commotion?" Gao Yingcai frowned as he listened to the increasingly intense gunfire, and his expression changed as soon as he finished speaking.

"No, there's more than one source of sound."

Li Ding is the only person in the Tang Clan of his generation to have mastered the Black-Shao Armor technique, making him extremely powerful defensively.

A large, dark hand crushed a ninja's head. Li Ding, whose face was covered by black armor, frowned slightly and looked around.

"Where did the gunshots come from? It sounds like there were more than one group of people. And someone else offered help without warning?" Li Ding scratched his head.

A Japanese squad rushed up and immediately spotted Li Ding, who looked like a block of black iron.

"Fire!" the squad leader shouted in Japanese.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and Li Ding was instantly shot, but apart from sparks and the sound of metal clashing, he was not injured at all.

Li Dingwei crouched down and suddenly exerted force, charging towards the small squad with the gun barrel pointing towards him.

"Impossible! How could anyone withstand bullets?" the squad leader roared in Japanese, his face extremely tense, as if shouting could mask his inner fear.

"What are you yelling about, you son of a bitch?" Li Ding's voice came from inside the black-striped armor, as he charged into the squad.

The enormous hand lashed out like a sharp blade, instantly slicing through the flesh of the Japanese soldiers in front of it. The blades of the black-striped armor that shot out killed several Japanese soldiers.

One hand grabbed the squad leader's head and squeezed it until it burst.

Just as Li Ding was wreaking havoc, he suddenly felt a chill and looked behind him.

A group of people appeared not far behind him, their pupils contracting as they locked onto someone who hadn't even noticed their aura.

Zhou Ming exuded an aura of power, and looking at the burly man with his dark complexion, he couldn't help but think of Brother Wen.

“Charging through submachine guns and light machine guns, this guy’s defense is about the same as Brother Wen’s before he died. He must be Li Ding.” Zhou Ming glanced at the machine guns and submachine guns in the Japanese soldiers’ hands and thought to himself.

Suddenly, a noise came from afar.

"Stop, stop! I've finally found it!" came the arrogant Japanese voice.

A burly man, shirtless and wielding a large wooden stick, leaped from a distance and charged toward Li Ding.

This person's aura is extremely violent; he is an absolute master, but that's in the eyes of others.

Zhou Ming withdrew his aura and unleashed his powerful bloodthirsty energy without any hesitation.

The extremely strong baleful aura and killing intent mixed together, spreading in all directions like a mental attack.

Whether it was the burly Japanese man rushing towards Li Ding with a wooden stick, Li Ding himself clad in black armor, or the Japanese soldiers who stopped firing.

They were all stunned at that moment, like herbivores facing a top predator, their muscles tensed and their hearts pounding.

"You scoundrel, prepare to die!" Zhou Ming's Green Dragon Crescent Blade appeared in his hand, his powerful consciousness mixed with the murderous aura, and with a wave of his hand, a dragon-head blade light appeared.

A blood-red dragon-head blade flashed out, instantly bypassing Li Ding and biting at the burly Japanese man wielding a wooden stick.

Protected by the black-tailed armor, goosebumps rose all over his body. Watching the dragon-headed blade flash past, he felt as if he had been cut in two.

"Ah!" The Japanese man's roar came to an abrupt halt.

Li Ding turned his head and saw two grotesque faces slowly separating, spurting blood.

The wooden staff, clearly a magical artifact, was cleaved in two with a single blow. The taut body, released by the burst of power, provided pressure, causing blood to spurt out.

"Bang!" The two halves of the body crashed to the ground.

Chapter 121 Demon

Seeing the burly man who had put so much pressure on him being cleaved in two with a single stroke, Li Ding was slightly stunned.

"boom!"

A massive flame descended from the sky, crashing directly onto the still-living Japanese soldiers.

One by one, people covered in blood, resembling that man, wielding swords or scythes formed of blood, were frantically slaughtering the remaining ninjas.

"So many experts!" Li Ding was shocked. Where did so many unfamiliar experts come from?

And looking at the way this red light is radiating, why does it seem somewhat familiar?

He turned to look at Zhou Ming with a wary expression, his pupils suddenly contracting, and he subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice, "Blood Demon?"

"Hey! It's one thing for those little devils to call our boss that, but why are our own people calling him that too? Is Blood Demon a nice name?" Electromagnetic Cannon clenched his thick fist and looked at Li Ding with a fierce expression.

"This guy is strong too." Li Ding tensed up, sighing inwardly.

Looking at Zhou Ming, she lowered her head slightly to express her apology and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou."

"We're all killing Japanese devils, no need to be so polite. Besides, you're older than me, just call me by my name," Zhou Ming said nonchalantly, waving his hand.

"Brother Zhou, what are you doing here?" Li Ding thought about the sect rules for a moment before asking.

"Killing Japanese devils, is that reason enough?" Zhou Ming saw through Li Ding's thoughts and gave a very simple reason.

In the short time it took for the two to talk, all the Japanese soldiers around them had been cleared out.

“Master, the cleaning is complete,” Takeshita Akira said, kneeling on one knee.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming immediately said, "Continue advancing and destroy the command post of these Japanese devils as quickly as possible."

"Yes!"

All the Blood Demon soldiers immediately sprang into action. Zhou Ming glanced at Li Ding and asked, "You're not good at assassination, so why don't you come with me?"

Li Ding watched the Blood Demon Soldiers and the Eight-Man Clan running forward, and listened to the lively sounds coming from the forest. He nodded and followed them.

Meanwhile, Nomura Jiichi locked onto Nikaido Eita's whereabouts from high above.

"Demon? Hmph!" Nomura Jiichi snorted coldly from his treetop, his face full of disdain.

They're just a bunch of scoundrels. Their assassination skills are indeed high, but when it comes to killing, they're nothing.

“A guy who has never truly experienced the cruelty of war dares to call himself a demon. The real demon is that guy!” Nomura Ji couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of Zhou Ming.

Nomura Jiichi let out a long breath and looked around.

"That guy must have come out from this route. I can stop him as soon as I get here." Nomura Jiichi leaped into the air and quickly moved forward through the jungle.

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Nomura Jiichi, with his keen senses combined with his mental power, silently gazed into the distance.

"No, no, do you understand? I surrender..." A man in his thirties knelt down with his shirt open, shouting in a panic.

He was surrounded by many shikigami.

Three tall shikigami slowly walked out, one of them holding a woman hostage.

The Onmyoji, hiding behind the shikigami, was sweating profusely and panting as he watched the surrendered man.

Nomura Jiichi, hiding in the distance, pursed his lips, but suddenly his gaze sharpened.

"Thump!" The Onmyoji's brain was pierced by a hand dagger.

The woman immediately twisted her body, and a barrage of hidden weapons shot out in all directions, instantly killing the two ninjas.

"Cough! Greedy! If you had just killed me directly, nothing would have happened. You wanted to take care of both of us at once, humph." The woman spat out a mouthful of blood and said.

"Hehe! If you die, I'll turn around and run. I can't let them wipe us all out!" the man joked. "Not bad, you've even become a prisoner."

“Even if there were ten of these people sneaking around, I could kill them, but you didn’t see how fast those two shikigami were.” The woman rubbed her shoulders and stood up.

"My technique is pretty good; I managed to get through all three layers, including you." The man turned around, half-squatting down, and said, "How about I carry you on my back?"

The woman kicked the man in the buttocks, yelling, "Get out of here! I'll settle the score with you when we get back."

The two prepared to leave one after the other when the woman's pupils suddenly contracted as she sensed a murderous aura behind her.

The man walking in front also looked horrified. A light appeared in the distance and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye.

They passed each other so fast that the man didn't even notice what it was.