Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

"If we can't beat the leopard cat, surely we can beat you weak humans!"

Wolf Wild Man opened his mouth wide, and dozens of gray-black wolves spewed out, carrying a foul stench and fangs, roaring as they pounced on Monk Mengxin and the monk soldiers.

"By order of Lord Inuyasha, anyone who stands in our way shall die!"

Wolf Wild Man brandished his long sword, commanding the wolves and the remaining monsters to charge forward.

The monks swept their iron clubs across, knocking away a wolf that lunged at them.

However, the wolf pack was too numerous, advancing wave after wave, fearless of death, and quickly broke the monk soldiers' formation into disarray.

Monk Mengxin waved his staff repeatedly, unleashing a burst of golden light that repelled several wild wolves that lunged at him, his brows furrowing deeply.

Wolf Wild is quite strong; if this continues, it will inevitably lead to casualties among the monk soldiers.

Hopefully the plan will work.

The monk Mengxin suppressed his distracting thoughts and engaged in a fierce battle with Lang Yegan, who was wielding a large sword wildly.

On the other side of the camp, most of the monsters had been lured into the pre-set encirclement by the exorcists using various methods.

"Everyone, make way—!"

A deep shout came from behind.

As everyone moved away, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the Wind Cave Master, seeing that the time was ripe, strode forward.

He raised his right hand and released the seal on the prayer beads. A dark vortex appeared in his palm, and an irresistible suction force burst forth from the center of the vortex!

"Ugh—!"

Before the closest monsters could react, they were pulled off the ground by the suction force, their limbs flailing wildly in the air as they screamed and were swept into the wind cave, disappearing into the bottomless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, more monsters were sucked in—whether they struggled, roared, or tried to escape, they were powerless against the power of the wind cave.

The chains were broken, the talismans were torn to shreds, and the trees were uprooted.

Flying sand and stones, broken branches and leaves, mixed with the roars and screams of monsters, all of them, no matter how big, were sucked into the pitch-black vortex that was only an inch or so in the palm of your hand.

It was as if the Taotie had opened its enormous maw to devour everything—accepting all comers and taking them all indiscriminately.

A dozen seconds later, the Wind Cave Master wrapped the prayer beads back around the Wind Cave, sealing it once more, and the suffocating suction dissipated.

Inside the encirclement, only the sound of the wind, the crackling of embers, and the ground scattered by the aftershocks of the wind tunnel remained.

Not a single monster was left.

"Master..."

Several young demon hunters stared in shock at the empty battlefield.

Master Fengxue calmly swept his gaze over the crowd, a kind smile appearing on his slightly pale face. "Everyone, cheer up, Monk Mengxin's end is not over yet."

In the distance, the shouts of the monk soldiers and the clanging of their iron clubs continued.

Wolf Wild Dry's roar was deep and violent, shaking the branches and leaves.

At his feet lay the mangled bodies of seven or eight monk soldiers—severed limbs, broken armor, scattered iron rods—intertwined with the corpses of wolves, making it impossible to distinguish which blood was human and which was wolf.

The dark red liquid soaked into the soil, glistening with a sticky sheen in the firelight.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, mixed with the acrid odor of burning fur.

The monk Mengxin held a tin staff, dark red blood seeping from his shoulder, and his breathing was rapid and heavy, clearly on the verge of death.

Wolfy was about to deliver the final blow when he suddenly stopped.

His nose twitched slightly—the aura of the monsters under his command was disappearing in large swaths, as fast as if being harvested by an invisible scythe!

"What's going on...?"

"There are still enemies lying in ambush!"

Wolfy Gan growled, gritted his teeth, and stared fiercely at Monk Mengxin.

"This matter is not over yet."

"Lord Inuyasha, who will one day rule the world, will not let you get away with this."

Contrary to his harsh words, Lang Yegan turned and darted into the depths of the dense forest after saying those words.

His figure disappeared into the night in a few leaps, without even turning his head back.

The monk Mengxin, who was left behind, was stunned. He watched the other party's fleeing figure, which seemed to be used to it, until it disappeared into the night. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and kneel down on the ground, feeling weak all over.

"...You survived."

He was breathing heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat. When Lang Yegan made those harsh words, he almost thought he was going to die here.

Before long, the Wind Cave Mage arrived at the battlefield with exorcists and priestesses.

"Monk Mengxin, how are you?"

The Wind Cave Mage strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the man's bloodstained wounds, before turning to a demon exorcist carrying a medicine chest.

"Come and get some treatment."

"We can still hold on."

Monk Mengxin sat on the ground, receiving initial treatment for his injuries from the exorcist, and said in a deep voice.

"The 'Inuyasha' they mentioned... we can't be careless. Judging from his tone, he's the real person in charge."

The Wind Cave Mage nodded, surveyed the chaotic battlefield around him, and spoke decisively.

"This place is no place to stay any longer. Take everyone and leave tonight."

Without saying much, everyone quickly got to work.

Monk Mengxin looked at the remains of the monk soldiers, rolled his prayer beads in his hand, chanted the Rebirth Mantra for them, and then buried them on the spot.

The wounded were helped up, and the civilians were protected in the middle of the procession. Several torches were relit, dispelling some of the surrounding darkness.

The monk Mengxin and the others didn't have the energy to pursue the demon guerrillas who had secretly escaped—the most important thing right now was to safely remove these civilians from the mountains.

The firelight flickered in the night.

The group hurried along the mountain path, their steps quick and disorderly.

The nearly two thousand people stretched out in a long, intermittent line.

In those days, ordinary people generally did not get enough vitamin A.

Night blindness is very common.

Once it gets dark, you can't see the road clearly, and if you trip, you'll fall hard.

The sounds of clattering, whispers, and sobs, barely contained, rose and fell from the ranks.

Some people fell to the back of the group as they walked, the firelight overlapping in their eyes like illusory double images, and then disappeared in a daze.

When the sun finally rose above the horizon, and the morning light gradually dispelled the darkness, illuminating the tragic scene on the mountain path in its entirety—

Master Fengxue stood on a stone by the roadside, his gaze first falling on the unconscious monk Mengxin on the stretcher.

He looked up again and gazed at the long, scattered line behind him.

Some people were helping each other up, some collapsed to the ground and didn't want to get up anymore, and some lost their shoes and went barefoot, their soles bloody and mangled.

The nearly two thousand people were now scattered along the mountain road, like a pile of loose sand that had been blown away by the wind and barely managed to gather together.

Master Fengxue tightened his grip on the prayer beads, his heart sinking to the bottom.

"...Let's find a place to rest first."

He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "No one can walk anymore."

Without the burden of civilians, Lang Yegan arrived in Rashomon overnight.

"Lord Inuyasha, something terrible has happened!"

"Civilians have been captured by humans!"