Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

The monk Mengxin was pulled back to consciousness from his coma by excruciating pain.

Before he could even open his eyes, he felt something inside his body moving through, pulling, and constricting his flesh.

"Ugh—Ahhh—!"

The sounds were sharp, like a snapped steel string, yet also muffled, like the cracking of bones. The sounds intertwined, seeping into the twilight, making one afraid to listen, yet unable to ignore them.

The other three also woke up almost at the same time, their screams intertwining and overlapping in the blood-red twilight, a sound so jarring it sent chills down one's spine.

Below, the Wind Cave Mage and the others looked up, their faces drained of color, their hands and feet icy cold.

The clothes of the four monks, including Mengxin, were torn apart, and their flesh was split open by an unseen force, as if cut open from the inside by an invisible knife.

Besides the head and heart, blood tentacles emerging from the body are taking over the body.

The common people also saw this scene clearly.

Terrified screams erupted like a torrent, and some people collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Some people turned and ran wildly, tumbling and crawling, flailing about on their hands and feet in the woods.

Before anyone could run away, they were tripped and fell to the ground, their cries, screams, and trampling sounds creating a chaotic explosion of fear.

They wanted to escape this nightmare where even their screams were distorted.

But before she could run more than a few steps, strands of hair began to peek out from the deepening twilight.

The runner suddenly straightened up, like a puppet whose joints were pulled by strings stretched down from the sky, swaying and hanging in mid-air, gently swaying in the wind under the increasingly dark blood-red sky.

A chilling, terrifying, intense coldness crept up my spine and spread throughout my body.

"Everyone, stay alert! Protect the civilians! Watch out for monster attacks!"

Realizing he was now a caged beast, the Wind Cave Mage let out a roar that echoed through the mountains and forests like thunder.

The priestesses, regaining their senses, quickly formed a protective formation, clasped their hands together, and chanted incantations rapidly.

The barrier rose into the air, enveloping the four monks, including Mengxin, who were suspended in mid-air.

As soon as the barrier took shape, everyone saw the monk Mengxin's face contorted in agony.

His eyes struggled to move slightly, turning towards the crowd below, and he squeezed out broken and indistinct sounds from his throat.

"...Help...help me..."

The sound was like that of a drowning person struggling to extend their hand out of the water at the last moment, but without the strength to even shout, and could only utter meaningless gasps.

No one could respond to him.

No one knew how to save him.

Those tentacles intertwined with his flesh and blood, completely replacing him; the one controlling his movements was no longer himself.

Some people lowered their heads, while others turned their faces away.

Many more people stood frozen in place, their eyes fixed on the barrier, where the once highly respected and spirited monk Mengxin was now like an empty shell possessed by a parasitic monster.

Struggling in pain and despair, uttering sounds that are not human, is more chilling than any howl.

They were afraid that they might end up like the monk Mengxin and the others.

"Miko!"

"We can't see the strands of hair you're talking about, so from now on, you will be our eyes!"

Master Fengxue, who stepped forward to take charge, gave instructions in a very fast-paced manner.

However, no sooner had the words left his mouth than a crisp cracking sound was heard.

Dense cracks appeared on the barrier wall, and then with a "boom", the barrier exploded, turning into thousands of light fragments that scattered in all directions.

The body of the monk Mengxin fell from the shattered light—no, it could no longer be called a "body".

With both feet off the ground, he resembled a giant spider suspended by a string, lunging at high speed towards the demon-slaying crowd below in a bizarre and twisted posture in the twilight.

Before a young demon hunter could even raise his weapon, a tentacle grabbed his shoulder and lifted him off the ground with a "whoosh".

The scene was comparable to tearing apart Japanese soldiers with bare hands.

The demon hunter's body crashed onto the grass not far away with a dull thud.

The screams had barely begun when they abruptly stopped.

At the same time, three other controlled monsters followed closely behind and pounced on the crowd.

Before a mage could even cast a spell, one of the monsters grabbed his head, its five fingers digging into his skull.

The skull was already dented and deformed. The mage thrashed about for a moment, then fell silent.

The scene descended into extreme bloodshed and chaos.

The demon hunters fought back fiercely, but to little avail—the four monsters moved erratically, their tentacles and limbs flailing about in the air, injuring anyone who grazed them and killing anyone who touched them!

A sorcerer gritted his teeth and threw out a talisman, which burst into dazzling golden light in mid-air.

Before it could even touch the monster, it was torn into countless fragments in mid-air by a sweeping blood tentacle, sparks flying as it turned into a wisp of smoke.

A demon hunter swung out a heavy iron chain, attempting to entangle the monster's body and subdue it.

The chains had just been taut when they were snapped by a brutal, almost terrifying force.

Chain links flew everywhere, and iron filings grazed my cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Ordinary demon hunters wouldn't even have the right to raise their weapons in front of them.

"Get out of the way—!"

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly critical, the Wind Cave Mage could no longer guard against the monsters lurking in the shadows, nor could he think about why the monsters didn't hunt civilians.

He had no choice but to rush forward, the prayer beads on his right hand already untied, and the dark vortex in his palm opened with a low shout.

An irresistible suction force swept towards the two closest monsters.

A monster was tearing at a priestess's shoulder, its claws digging deep into her flesh, when it was suddenly pulled away by the suction of the wind cave.

Another monster was lunging at a fallen demon hunter, but it was also pulled back by the suction force of the monster, its tentacles flailing wildly in the air as it flew backward.

The two monsters struggled in the suction of the wind cave, and were eventually dragged into the darkness in the palm of the hand along with the dirt and rubble on the ground.

Having achieved his goal, the Wind Cave Mage quickly gathered his Wind Cave and wrapped his prayer beads around his wrist.

He bent down and helped up the demon hunter who had almost been swept away by the aftershocks of the wind cave. The man was pale and trembling, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a complete sentence.

"…Master…thank you…"

Master Fengxue had no time to pay attention, his face grim as he swept his gaze across the entire room.

The team, which had been nearly fifty people a moment ago, lost more than ten people in just over ten seconds.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and blood soaked the mountainside. The remaining demon hunters gathered together to fight off the monk Mengxin, who was still uttering "I'm sorry" and "Save me."

Another monster, having finished killing people in the distance, rushed towards the Wind Cave Mage, leaving behind a thick, pungent smell.

The latter, with its unique skill, conquered all. It opened its Wind Cave once more, unleashing a surge of black light that swallowed the twisted figure into the vortex.

This action boosted the morale of the remaining people, and some even let out hoarse shouts, greatly invigorating their spirits.

The priestess's expression changed drastically, as if she had seen something even more terrifying than the monsters in the arena.