Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person

Chapter 117 I will attack in the form of the "Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox"

Zuo Ruotong stared at her hands. Strangely enough, ever since she stepped into the Northeast, she had felt a strange sensation all over her body. Now that she was in the mountains, the feeling was even more pronounced.

He half-squatted on the ground, pinched up the soil with two fingers, and gently rubbed it. Although the rocks were indifferent, he could feel the sorrow of this land, and... swish!

Zuo Ruotong bent down and rushed towards the ronin.

"So fast!"

The ronin, accustomed to using offense to counter offense, had no other choice but to unleash a flurry of slashes. Yet, wherever the blade touched, he felt nothing but a wisp of ethereal smoke spreading out...

The ronin looked up in alarm, and the white aura gathered into shape. Zuo Ruotong appeared above his head and delivered a powerful punch, slamming the ronin into the bottom of the "funnel" at the mountain pass.

"Besides the sorrow of this land, one can also feel an uncontrollable anger."

"I suppose I have a special connection with this land."

Swish!

Zuo Ruotong, trailing a long, thin cigarette butt, chased after the giant sumo wrestler, who weighed over 900 pounds. He was lifted up like a chick and thrown into the bottom of the crater in an instant.

Bai Banruo pulled out poisoned darts from her sleeve and unleashed a barrage of attacks, but the darts struck the man shrouded in mist and passed straight through his body.

These ordinary people had never seen such a bizarre method before. It was as if they were fighting against an unpredictable cloud of smoke, but this cloud of smoke was not gentle at all and was extremely deadly.

Three Shinto witches were exhausted, two ronin were seriously injured, the methods of Hakuhannya and the geisha were useless, the Tendai sect monk and the Ghost Lady died, and even the number one sumo wrestler in Japan was thrown out... Tsuchimikado's face was ashen as he looked up at the two figures, one black and one white, in the air.

"What should we do? Is there any way to break this deadlock? The soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire are invincible, but we, a bunch of extraordinary people, are destined to be at a disadvantage in this battle, and even die in a foreign land!"

Chen Ruoan stood high in the sky, looking down at the Onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family.

Once this wave is wiped out, apart from the Hiaiyama ninja who are secretly accumulating strength and are eager to make a move, there should be no more Japanese supernatural forces flowing into the Northeast.

Tsuchimikado gritted his teeth; the actual situation was far more serious than the fox had imagined.

To meet the military's needs for invading the coastal areas, some of the superhumans dispersed to North and East China. Those with higher levels of skill were assigned to protect high-ranking Japanese officers. The remaining superhumans within the empire consisted only of the nascent seedlings of the Weixi school and the old guard who had long since disappeared from the world. The middle generation of several schools was practically wiped out by the extinction of their lineage in the Northeast.

"What a humiliating disgrace!"

Tsuchimikado, controlling two shikigami, was about to fight desperately when the communication paper figures surrounding him began to tremble violently. He grabbed one and roared, "Enough! I don't want to hear any more stupid news from the outside world! Figure it out yourselves!"

"Um?"

The little paper figure, which had been being held captive, broke free and ran to Tsuchimikado's ear to whisper something. After the report was finished, Tsuchimikado's brows relaxed, and his bitter expression turned into a ferocious laugh.

"I see, that's perfect, that's perfect!"

"A bunch of bastards, may you all go to hell! Long live the Empire!"

The fox, with its sharp ears, was the first to notice any unusual activity around it. The gunshots and cannon fire it had heard when it first set foot on Old Black Mountain became even clearer.

Several months ago, an anti-Japanese force of over a hundred people was formed at a stronghold outside the mountains. This force absorbed local farmers and outlaws, as well as folk organizations such as the Big Sword Society, and quickly developed into an anti-Japanese force that should not be underestimated.

Today, 5,000 Japanese troops formed a ring around the mountain, completely encircling the area outside. More than 1,000 National Salvation Army soldiers were trapped with no room for maneuver.

Defenses were deployed layer upon layer on the hillsides, passes, and among the black stone forests, with positions stacked one on top of the other, leaving no gaps.

The Tsuchimikado family's affairs were originally a personal feud, and the military had no intention of interfering. However, the opportunity to block and kill the anti-Japanese forces was right in front of them, and the higher-ups could not let it go. Dealing with the "singing black dog" became a convenient matter.

Chen Ruoan flew to a higher place and looked into the distance.

Field artillery was set up on the mountainside, its muzzles steadily aimed at the mountain pass. Anti-aircraft weapons were set up on the high ground to block the air retreat. Infantrymen stood in formation with their rifles, and machine gun positions were embedded in the crevices of the rocks, their cold, hard metal blades hidden in the gray sky.

Clearly, some of the mortars and field guns in the team were intended for the fox.

The fox's ears twitched again.

The muffled thud of footsteps crunching over gravel, the deep sound of a cannon being finely adjusted, and the soft click of a bolt being pulled all mingled together, carried on the wind.

Tsuchimikado delivered the final instructions, tearing up all the paper figures used for communication.

"There's no need to maintain the barrier any longer. You only have a fleeting moment to escape when it's opened. Come to think of it, it's quite noble of an animal to be so concerned about human affairs. But if that's the case, can you really bear to leave behind the lives of over 1,500 Chinese pigs outside?"

Beep—

A piercing whistle echoed through the mountains and forests, signaling the start of the attack.

As the six-directional barrier receded, cannonballs roared and crashed into the crater, sending mud and charred rocks flying everywhere, while scorching heat waves carrying gunpowder smoke rushed towards us.

"Let's die together," Tsuchimikado laughed.

"Sorry, I don't have a penchant for dying for love." The barrier dissipated, and the suppression of wood-elemental magic was completely lifted. Chen Ruoan waved his hand and scattered a patch of bamboo seeds.

Killing bamboo!

Puff, puff!

Bamboo spikes emerged one after another, approaching Tsuchimikado like a green wave. In just a moment, the mangled corpse hung like rags in the bamboo forest.

It seemed that Tsuchimikado had anticipated that he would not survive the war, and without putting up any resistance, the two shikigami disappeared in the heat wave caused by the cannonballs.

"Left Sect Leader, let's go!"

"it is good."

Two figures, one in black and one in white, moved swiftly through the gunfire.

The fox glanced at the attacked troops in the distance, then turned and headed southwest.

Once on the battlefield, Chen Ruoan moved nimbly through the hail of bullets, dodging the whistling bullets and exploding flames.

This was the first time the fox had a profound understanding of war. The sound of cannons roared like thunder in its ears, a deafening roar that made all beasts instinctively tremble. Flames suddenly rose up around it, and the collapsing soil, stained with warm blood, sometimes splattered onto its fur, sometimes brushed against its nose.

Swish!

Zuo Ruotong did not flee alone; instead, she swiftly followed the fox.

Stepping into the field, he dodged the flying shrapnel, picked up a soldier who had been shot in the leg and was unable to stand, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and then picked up another comrade who was unable to fight.

"We'll save as many as we can!" Zuo Ruotong shouted.

Chen Ruoan rushed to the side of several seriously wounded soldiers lying on the ground, opened his mouth and swallowed them along with the rubble on the ground into his belly.

The space inside its belly is limited, and it will soon be unable to fit anyone in.

The artillery fire continued to roar, flames engulfed the black rocks, and gunshots echoed through the mountain valley.

Chen Ruoan looked back and made a decision: "This can't go on. I'll go and cause some trouble on the other side's front line. Maybe that will divert their attention."

"This situation!?" Zuo Ruotong said as she ran. Going there rashly would be tantamount to suicide!

"I'll go. With Ni Sheng there, we can hold them off for a while."

"But the Left Sect Leader's goal is too small."

"But you..."

Chen Ruoan smiled and said, "Speaking of which, there is something I want to thank Headmaster Zuo and the disciples of Sanyi. The good karma I formed with Sanyi back then gave the fox some nice things. With the incense burning, the wishes I received became even more special."

"This gain is indeed related to reversing life, but it is a reversal of life unique to foxes. Sect Leader Zuo, you are my witness today."

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