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

Feng Baobao was stunned.

An incredulous look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

She recognized that person.

It was her sick brother, whom she had hidden in the cellar, who was running a high fever and had been in a coma.

"What's he doing here?"

Feng Baobao stared blankly at the figure fighting a bloody battle in the crowd.

She saw the man punch a blue-faced monster several heads taller than him, sending it flying.

Seeing him withstand the bombardment of several spells.

Although his steps were a little unsteady, his eyes remained fixed on the direction she was in.

He's walking this way!

Although Feng Baobao didn't understand what "righteousness under heaven" meant, nor did she understand what a top-level master was.

But she has the purest, most innocent heart.

She knew that the older brother was in very poor health.

She saw blood seeping through his clothes on his arm.

Every time he threw a punch, his brow would furrow in pain.

"He's sick, why is he still fighting with people?"

Feng Baobao felt a pang of sadness and a swelling in her heart.

She recalled the first time she met him, the horrific scene after the battle with the Japanese devils.

I remembered him looking at me with those beautiful eyes before he fell into a coma, as if he were saying something.

"Did he... come for me?"

Once the thought took hold in the little girl's mind, it could never be erased.

For her, a wild girl from a remote mountain village.

For a few sips of hot water, a handful of ordinary herbs.

A person stumbled into this abyss filled with demons and guns.

"Big brother... don't come any closer..."

Feng Baobao watched as Zhang Tianyi was forced to kneel on one knee because his legs were bound by several chains.

Large tears finally welled up in her clear eyes.

She was not afraid of death, nor was she afraid of the red light entering her brain.

But looking at the man who was struggling for her sake, she felt an unprecedented sense of anxiety and heartache.

"You can't beat them...you're still injured..."

……

"Go away!"

Zhang Tianyi gave a low shout.

He reached out with both hands and grabbed the chains wrapped around his legs.

They snapped the chains in two!

He raised his head.

He glanced at the blood-red torii gate that had begun to flash red, and at the giant dragon-suppressing nail that was slowly descending.

The red light on the altar was growing stronger, and the formation was about to reach its peak.

But his breathing became heavier and heavier.

It felt like the meridians in my body were being pierced by thousands of steel needles.

The suppressed lightning energy, due to the intense physical exertion, began to stir restlessly once again.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhang Tianyi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He glanced at the altar, which was only a hundred meters away from him.

100 meters.

Normally, it would only take the blink of an eye.

But at this very moment.

Over this distance of 100 meters.

Three Grand Onmyoji, more than a dozen high-level Shikigami, and wave after wave of soldiers with guns stood in the way.

Abe Masaya stood on a high rock not far away, looking at him with excitement.

"Master Tian Shu, give up."

Abe Masaya's voice carried a sense of complete control and ease.

"In the Nine Pythons Devouring Heart Formation, your Qi replenishment rate simply cannot keep up with the consumption."

Moreover, your hidden injuries seem to be more serious than we anticipated.

Abe Masaya closed his folding fan and pointed into the distance:

“If you leave now, I, Abe Masaya, guarantee with my family’s honor that I will not stop you.”

"retreat?"

Zhang Tianyi slowly straightened up.

He raised his bloodshot eyes.

Through the shadows of many people, he looked at the little girl in white clothes in the center of the altar, who was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

He had promised her.

Once he recovers, he will protect her for the rest of his life.

I, Dao Ye, am a man of my word.

Once a word is spoken, when has it ever been taken back?!

Chapter 439 The Moon Walks, I Walk Too... The Tragedy of the Descending God!

Zhang Tianyi lowered her eyes.

His gaze fell on the ground, which was covered in mud and blood.

Every breath.

They could feel the tearing pain coming from their internal organs.

Zhang Tianyi gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

He closed his eyes.

Use the true qi that was used to suppress the injury.

Little by little, they were all removed.

"Old man, I'm sorry."

Zhang Tianyi silently muttered a sentence to himself, a somewhat helpless bitter smile appearing on his face:

"I'm afraid I can't do a single one of the rules of tranquility, inaction, and following the natural order that you taught me today."

When he opened his eyes again.

Those eyes, which were originally clear in black and white, were now completely filled with an extremely dazzling gold!

There was nothing held back, and nothing was held back.

The magnificent brilliance of the Golden Light Mantra was fully revealed at this moment!

A terrifying, suffocating shockwave swept outwards in all directions!

The composed smile on Abe Masaya's face, as he stood on the high ground, instantly froze.

He instinctively took a half step back.

"This aura..."

Abe Masaya's pupils dilated in shock. "He's actually willing to destroy his own foundation?!"

Zhang Tianyi didn't give anyone another chance to waste words.

He took a step forward.

His entire being transformed into a golden sun burning in the night, pointing directly at the altar beneath the blood-red birdhouse.

He didn't even bother to use any sophisticated techniques.

He walked straight ahead, braving the hail of bullets and those enormous, menacing shikigami.

"Fire! Stop him! Stop him now!!!"

Kenichi Tokugawa leaned on the railing, roaring at the top of his lungs.

The heavy machine gun spat out long tongues of fire, and the dense bullets intertwined to form a web of death.

however.

Those bullets, powerful enough to tear through steel plates, were struck by Zhang Tianyi's swirling golden light.

It was all scattered on the ground.

A giant weasel, several meters tall, swung its sharp scythe-like claws and roared as it pounced down.

They were trying to cut this tiny human being in two.

Zhang Tianyi didn't stop walking.