One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

His face was pale as he glanced at the two approaching corpses of his ancestors.

Then look at Zhang Chulan's unquestionable gaze.

"We're not leaving."

Abe no Minamoto took a deep breath and drew his katana from his waist.

His voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes became firm.

“These are the sins of our Japanese ancestors, the sins of our family.”

"No matter what, even if it means death, I cannot allow them to continue to be controlled by the evil spirits of this temple and become tools for slaughter!"

"Young Master is right!"

Ashiya Ryoya picked up the knife from the ground again. Although his hands were still trembling, his indomitable pride resurfaced.

"Being beaten to death by our ancestors is better than deserting and committing seppuku!"

"very good."

Zhang Chulan gripped the watermelon knife tightly, his gaze returning to the two corpse puppets that resembled the Grim Reapers.

"Old Wang, Old Qing, Junior Uncle."

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, and the Golden Light Mantra within his body burned like a boiling flame.

He didn't turn around, but said in a low voice:

"There's no turning back in this game."

"Give it your all, we have to get back to see the advisor alive."

"Do you even need to tell me?"

Wang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and clasped his hands together.

"Qian Yuan..."

Chapter 400: The trump card failed? That's not Barbie Q anymore!

"Qian Yuan Great Luo Cover! Activate!"

Wang Ye's eyes widened, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

Accompanied by his somewhat hoarse low growl.

A light blue barrier, its surface adorned with the eight trigrams, instantly opened up.

He grabbed Chen Duo's arm and, with a combination of pulling and pushing, shoved the little girl into the very center of the barrier.

"Stay inside and don't come out! Be careful, they might have some dirty tricks up their sleeves."

As Wang Ye wiped the sweat dripping down his chin, he gave the instructions:

"If you get hurt, Second Master can twist off the tops of all of our heads and use them as ashtrays."

Chen Duo stopped in her tracks.

She blinked her large eyes, looking at the crowd outside who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, her tone filled with resentment:

“Senior Brother Wang Ye, I can fight. The thunder magic that Master taught me is specifically designed to counter these filthy things.”

"Oh, my dear little aunt, this isn't about whether we can make it or not, it's about our livelihoods!"

Zhang Chulan walked by carrying a watermelon knife and casually chimed in:

"You're now a key person under our team's protection. Just stay inside and relax. We'll take care of all the physical work outside!"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Clang—!"

A sharp, piercing sound completely drowned out Zhang Chulan's banter.

The Japanese ancient warrior puppet dressed in dark-patterned armor moved.

He merely bent his knees slightly, and in an instant, he covered a distance of more than twenty meters!

He swung the nodachi in his hand straight at William, who was closest to him!

"Shit! Why me again?!"

William's lips twitched, and he spewed out profanities.

But he reacted extremely quickly.

The blue energy on his arms was fully charged, with three layers stacked on top of each other, firmly supporting his head.

"boom!!!"

William felt as if his arms had been hit head-on by a tank.

The white jade slab beneath his feet shattered, and he sank three inches into the ground!

"You guys are still watching the show?! I'm about to be chopped in two!"

William gritted his teeth, his face turning red, and he felt the bones in his arms groaning.

"Coming right now! Hang in there, William!"

Zhuge Qing moved with the grace of a butterfly flitting among flowers, instantly cutting into the flank of the battlefield.

He did not confront the terrifying blade head-on.

"Kun character - Earth River Chariot!"

Two thick, giant earthen pythons coiled around the legs of the warrior's corpse puppet.

"Zhang Lingyu!" Zhuge Qing shouted.

There is absolutely no need for extra communication.

Zhang Lingyu's white figure had already darted out from the other side.

He pressed one hand to the ground, and the pitch-black Yin Wu Lei seeped in rapidly through the gaps in the "Earth River Chariot" like super glue.

"Water Dirty Thunder - Condensation!"

The cold, icy thunder energy instantly hardened the soil.

Together with the joints of the corpse puppet, it froze into a black stone sculpture.

"Well done! I give that teamwork a perfect score!"

Zhang Chulan, who was not far away, cheered loudly.

Meanwhile, the young Japanese players were also busy.

Facing the great Onmyoji corpse puppet dressed in hunting robes, Abe no Minamoto no Yoshi and Ashiya Ryo braced themselves and went to meet it.

This is the patriarch of their Yin-Yang School; if a real fight breaks out, the psychological pressure will be greater than a mountain.

"Yuan Yi! Forget about ancestors! He's just a puppet being manipulated!"

Ashiya Ryo gripped the katana with both hands, black energy swirling on the blade, and delivered a powerful horizontal slash towards the neck of the old man in hunting robes.

"when!"

He didn't even dodge; he simply raised his finger and pointed it into the air.

A shield bearing the mark of a bellflower appeared out of thin air, effortlessly blocking Ashiya Ryo's powerful attack.

Followed by.

With a backhand flick, the old man unleashed several black wind blades, forcing Ashiya Ryo to retreat repeatedly, leaving several bloody gashes on his clothes.

"Don't fight him head-on! Use a rune array to seal his position!"

"The rest of you, get ready to go!"

Abe Genji took a deep breath and swiftly flicked out more than a dozen talismans, attempting to restrict the old man's movement.

The other three members of the American team are ready to go.

Kamo Kaito and Miyamoto Sakura quickly provided support from the outside, spamming all sorts of disruptive spells at them as if they were free.

For a time, the entire temple hall was ablaze with intense fighting, and the air was thick with tension.

Although the three forces usually harbored their own ulterior motives, at this moment, in order to survive, they forged a revolutionary friendship of sharing life and death.

however.

On the very edge of this war-torn land.

Zhang Chulan was crouching down, sticking his butt out, and slowly moving towards the back of the corner of the main hall.

The watermelon knife in his hand had long been tucked back into his waistband.

"Go head-on with this ancient rice dumpling from hundreds of years ago? I'm not made of iron."

Zhang Chulan hid behind a stone pillar, peeking out half his head to peek at the battle, muttering to himself:

"These guys are fierce, but those two old monsters clearly haven't even exerted their full strength yet. If this continues, they'll be exhausted sooner or later."

Why waste physical effort when you can get help from others?

Zhang Chulan chuckled and rubbed his hands together.

He carefully reached into the specially sewn hidden inner pocket in his crotch and fumbled around for a while.

He took out a jade talisman that was only the size of a button and was entirely purple-gold in color.

This was a top-tier life-saving charm that he had obtained after following Zhang Tianyi for so long, begging and pleading relentlessly.

According to the advisor, this jade talisman contains a trace of his original thunder energy.

As long as it's crushed.

No matter how far away they were, Zhang Tianyi could immediately sense their location and directly unleash lightning to guide them!

"Master, it's not that I'm not trying, it's just that this dungeon is too overpowered."

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath.

Clamp the jade talisman between your fingers.