Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

"My men, follow Lord Sesshomaru and Lord Inuyasha, and attack with me!"

Seeing the two generals charging ahead, the equally capable Xie Jian raised his staff high and charged out first.

But before he could run a few steps, his waist suddenly tightened—familiar strands of hair silently wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground.

A chorus of exclamations and shouts came from behind. The monsters, who had been charging forward with such ferocity, were one after another entangled in the waists, legs, and arms by strands of hair that appeared from all directions.

One by one, they were lifted into the air like puppets on strings, frantically flailing about in mid-air, their shouts rising and falling.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Jieluo's voice descended from above.

The alluring, slicked-back demon stood with her arms crossed over her chest, suspended in the center, with thousands of strands of hair spreading out behind her like a peacock's tail.

Her short, ear-length hair danced wildly in the whirlwind whipped up by the demonic aura, and her pink eyes burned with the excitement of impending bloodshed.

"Listen up, all of you! I am Yura, the rebellious servant of young master Inuyasha, and I am now in charge of the battlefield!"

She mimicked Inuyasha's arrogant tone, her voice tinged with a bloodthirsty fervor.

The ten slender fingers are spread outwards.

The net of hair, visible only to those with wrong views, spreads out in an overwhelming manner.

With her hair pulling, transmitting, and directing, her will, following the countless strands of demonic power, controlled hundreds of demons.

Jieluo stood on the throne, his hair intertwined, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the army officially set out.

Faced with the hair that he couldn't break free from, Jaken was on the verge of tears and shouted.

"Lord Yura, Lord Yura!"

"I'm not good at close combat!"

"You little monster, you're really useless."

Jieluo pursed his lips, granting Jaken limited freedom. His gaze swept over his feet, overlooking the approaching Leopard Cat army, and a smile, just like Inuyasha's, appeared on his lips.

"Don't panic, everyone. Even if you die this time, I'll make good use of your corpses until they're chopped into mincemeat!"

The female demon drew her beloved sword from her waist and proclaimed, "Gentlemen, fight for the glory of the Western Dog Clan!"

"No!"

Wolf and other monsters, their mouths sealed with hair and their eyes bloodshot, cried out in their hearts.

This wicked woman is terrifying!

What corpses? What minced meat? Is this even human language?!

If we can't win, we can always run away!

Lord Sesshomaru, save us!

When the Leopard Cat Legion arrived, they encountered a combined army of monsters, shrouded in deathly stillness and filled with terrifying resentment.

"Meow?!"

Some leopard cats expressed surprise, but most were indifferent.

Is a desperate army bound to win?

Then slaughter all the desperate soldiers!

The Leopard Cat Legion had expected this battle to be won, just like the previous ones.

But the battlefield was completely transformed under the cover of Jieluo's hair net.

The leopard cat's vanguard charged into the fray, only to find that what it encountered was not a scattered mob, but a tightly sealed wall of blades.

They were about to flank them, but the dog demon on the left flank, guided by the strands of hair, cut into their side ahead of time.

Just as the leopard cats in the back row were about to unleash their flames and ninja tools, the assault team on the right flank charged out from the slant and cut their formation in half.

Surrounded.

Cutting.

To nibble away.

The Allied Legion, which had been torn apart by the Leopard Cats in several battles, turned the tables and cut the Leopard Cat army into a rout.

The leopard cat commander desperately directed the troops, only to find that no matter how he changed the formation, the enemy's reaction was always faster than his orders.

Wolf Wild cleaved off the head of the opposing Leopard Cat Captain with a single strike, his blood splattering all over his face.

He grinned, a ferocious and exhilarating laugh, the fear he had felt towards Jieluo completely washed away by the satisfying slaughter.

The monsters around him were equally bloodthirsty, each claw strike responding to the pull of the hair at his waist, each sword strike confirming an undeniable fact.

They're winning, winning big!

Jaken was suspended in mid-air by Jieluo's hair, with a battlefield filled with the sounds of battle beneath his feet and a sky full of flying hair and demonic energy above him.

This position is both safe and offers a wide field of vision, allowing you to see the entire course of the battle.

He watched as the Leopard Cat army below was torn apart, divided, and crushed layer by layer, and watched his own army, under the control of that invisible net, execute a series of brilliant coordinated attacks.

Without thinking, he raised the staff with the human head high, and a burst of flames suddenly spewed from the old man's head at the top of the staff.

Flames exploded beneath the demonic clouds, illuminating the little demon's excited, snot-bubbling face.

"Absolute command, and the resulting victory!" Jaken shouted at the top of his lungs, "The one who led us to glory is—Lord Yura!"

The monsters on the battlefield, their eyes bloodshot with rage, were filled with high morale. In particular, after killing one of the allied monsters, the monster, who should have been dead, was able to attack again, which terrified the leopard cat.

Standing atop the hair-covered throne, Jieluo glanced admiringly at Jaken, finally understanding why the latter was able to follow Sesshomaru.

He's quick-witted and observant.

It's not entirely without merit.

The female monster's fingers never stopped, and the canine alliance's movements became increasingly rapid and orderly, each rotation chipping away at the leopard cat's defenses.

The leopard cat's morale plummeted with each battle.

They didn't know when it started, but they found that the Allied forces were everywhere.

Fear spread like a plague among the leopard cats. They couldn't tell whether they were in the front or back rows; their legs trembled, and they almost ran away.

"withdraw--!"

Someone shouted first, and the Leopard Cat Legion's formation collapsed with a roar, the remnants of the defeated army scattering in all directions like a flood breaking its banks.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, abandoning their flags and weapons.

All they wanted was to escape this military net that had torn them to shreds.

Then, the leopard cats saw something even more terrifying than being surrounded.

The leopard cat carcasses that had recently fallen suddenly moved—dozens, even hundreds!

The dead leopard cat soldier, with bloodshot eyes and faint strands of hair wrapped around his neck, limbs, and torso, flew up from the pool of blood like a marionette.

The severed limbs that had fallen to the ground were all pieced back together onto the torso by the strands of hair.

They turned around and faced their comrades who had just fought side by side.

"No...no!"

Seeing those bloodied and mangled faces, the leopard cat's defeated soldiers completely broke down.

Some screamed and fled in the opposite direction, while others collapsed to the ground, unable to even hold their weapons.

As Jaken watched the leopard cats below in complete disarray, observing the carcasses of those leopard cats controlled by strands of hair, and then turning around to chase and slash at the living leopard cats, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He swallowed hard, turned to look at the woman behind him on the throne with her hair flowing and her fingers flying, and only one thought remained in his mind: I must never offend her again, absolutely.

Jieluo no longer focused on the victory that was already a foregone conclusion. Her gaze swept over the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, turning towards Inuyasha's direction, where the situation was naturally also very favorable.