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

Zhang Tianyi walked up to him and slapped him down.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The Onmyoji, obsessed with creating gods, had his head shattered.

Red and white things were scattered all over the ground.

……

Abe was leaning against the railing, panting heavily.

His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and his usual composure and elegance were completely shattered.

Looking down at the bloody scene below, which resembled a living hell.

His stomach churned violently, and he almost vomited.

"A madman... a complete and utter madman!"

Abe Masaya gritted his teeth and pulled out an ancient bronze mirror engraved with incantations from his pocket.

This is the trump card that protects the Abe family.

Simply crush it, and you can be randomly teleported dozens of miles away.

"As long as I can get back alive..."

He had just placed his finger on the bronze mirror.

A cold gaze, across a hundred meters of empty space, lightly landed on him.

Abe felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He didn't even see how the other person made their move.

Amidst the sea of ​​lightning, a jet-black lightning blade slashed down close to the ground, tearing through the rain curtain.

"Pfft!"

Abe Masaya's body suddenly stiffened.

He lowered his head.

A long, slanted line of blood appeared from his chest to his waist.

next moment.

His upper and lower body became completely dislocated, causing him to slip and collapse.

Internal organs mixed with blood splattered all over the platform, and the life-saving bronze mirror rolled to the side.

And in a dark crevice less than three meters from the mutilated corpse.

Yan was like a gecko that had concealed all its presence, clinging tightly to the cold rock wall.

He witnessed firsthand how Abe was also torn in two.

Beneath the mask, beads of cold sweat dripped down his chin.

Yan even held his breath.

He forcibly suppressed his heartbeat to a mere few beats per minute, a state of near-death.

"This is not human...it's a beast that only knows how to tear apart living things..."

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, revealed a deep sense of lingering fear.

The young man who was weaving through the sea of ​​lightning had completely lost his mind.

The enemy acted purely on instinct, slaughtering everyone in the sinkhole.

He's sure of it!

If he were to reveal even the slightest trace of his Qi, the black lightning blade would slice him into pieces in the next second.

Yan huddled tightly in the shadows, not daring to move an inch.

Time passed by, second by second.

The gunfire below had completely subsided.

The once noisy and crowded bottom of the sinkhole now resembles a tranquil swamp of flesh and blood.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers and Onmyoji were dismembered into countless remains scattered on the ground.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, making people want to vomit.

Standing in a pool of blood, Zhang Tianyi seemed to have lost his purpose.

He tilted his head slightly, his pure black eyes beginning to scan aimlessly across the surrounding rock walls.

"Gudong."

Yan swallowed hard.

His gaze, unfortunately, fell on the collar of Abe Masaya's mutilated corpse.

There, a small section of a yellowed, ancient scroll was visible.

The Art of Divine Control!

That was because he went to great lengths to betray his compatriots.

He even risked being scorned by the world to obtain half of the peerless martial arts technique!

At this moment, he was less than three steps away.

"Take it or not?"

Yan was torn between his inner thoughts and his own conscience.

I took it.

If even the slightest trace of their aura is revealed, they will be instantly locked onto by that killing god, and face utter destruction.

I won't take it.

All his plans over the years have come to nothing; his trip to Sichuan was a complete waste!

"The bold get rich, the timid starve! I'll do it!"

As a reckless gambler with no bottom line, Yan's greed ultimately triumphed over his fear.

He stared down at the blood-stained youth who looked like a demon god.

They noticed that the other person's gaze had turned to the other side of the sinkhole.

"Now!"

Yan took a deep breath.

He was like a gray squirrel gliding along the ground.

In an instant, he darted to the side of Abe Masaya's corpse.

He precisely pinched the half-scroll of "The Art of Divine Control" between his fingers and pulled it into his bosom.

Item received!

Just as the technique was released from his hand...

below.

Zhang Tianyi's dark eyes suddenly turned around.

They accurately located the masked man on the platform.

"Oops!"

Yan's scalp flared up, and a chill swept through his entire body.

"Earthwalking Technique! Activate!"

In this life-or-death situation, Yan no longer cared about concealing his presence.

He poured all the true qi in his body into the rock beneath his feet.

He immediately disappeared beneath the solid stone platform.

"Shatter!"

Just half a second after he disappeared underground.

A bolt of black lightning blasted the viewing platform into a shower of rubble!

Along with the remains of Abe Masaya, they were completely obliterated by lightning and fire.

In underground rock strata tens of meters deep.

It resembled a crazed pangolin, recklessly fleeing into the depths of the mountains.

He was spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The back of his clothes had been hit by the aftershocks of the thunder, leaving his skin torn and bleeding.

But he was clutching the scroll of "The Art of Divine Control" tightly in his arms.

"I'm outta here... I survived! This Sichuan region is no place for a human being!"

He felt a surge of relief at surviving the ordeal from the dark depths of the earth.

They fled without looking back.

I swear I'll never come to this godforsaken place again.

……

Above the sinkhole, tranquility returned.

Apart from the scattered pieces of flesh and limbs on the ground and the nauseating smell of blood in the air, there was no other living creature that could breathe.

Zhang Tianyi stood quietly in the blood.

There was still not a trace of reason in his pure black eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, as if searching for his next target.

however.