Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

There is more than one.

The remains of the more than forty puppets that the old ninja had destroyed along the way were now writhing, piecing together, and reassembling.

More than thirty new puppets were put back into the battle. Although their combat power was reduced, their numbers made up for the losses.

Kimura Okataro felt a chill rise up his spine.

Chapter 205 The War of Annihilation (Part 5) 4K

There are simply too many of these puppets to kill.

No, it's not that you can't kill them all, but that no matter how many you kill, they will revive.

Using the remains as materials, they are reassembled into new individuals.

Unless every single fragment is completely destroyed, they will continue to regenerate.

In this mountain stream, there are hundreds and thousands of puppets.

What kind of power would be needed to completely destroy them? How much time would it take?

Old Rentou couldn't do it.

They can't do it either.

Okataro Kimura looked around.

The butterfly's face was pale; the exploding butterfly was unlikely to be reactivated.

Blood gushed from Ittosai's right leg, and the range of his phantom blade danced became smaller and smaller.

Mrs. Jing and the translator were almost at their limit; the iron box moved at a snail's pace.

The poisonous fog had spread three zhang behind them, and a large number of Shadow Spiders were slowly approaching.

The barrage of fire from the floating cannons and ballistae continued unabated.

Ahead, the old ninja's roar grew fainter and fainter, gradually swallowed up by the sea of ​​puppets.

Kimura Okatarou slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that today, things were probably much harder for them than for He Ren.

Kimura Okataro was the only one among the Higanbana Shinobu who had time to see the whole picture.

The rear lines are on the verge of collapse.

The butterfly's explosion: Only three butterflies remain, and each release seems somewhat powerless.

Makino Ittosai's penetrating wound in his right leg prevented him from moving flexibly, and the range of his phantom blade dance was compressed to three feet in front of him.

Madam Jing and the translator were sustained only by sheer willpower; their hands, which were lifting the iron box, trembled uncontrollably, and every inch they moved was accompanied by heavy breathing.

The poisonous fog was less than two zhang away from them.

The deep blue mist writhed like a living thing, and wherever it passed, the rock surfaces emitted a faint corrosive sound.

The shadow spider puppet appeared and disappeared in the mist, its segmented limbs cutting through the fog, leaving fleeting traces.

Ahead, the old ninja's roar came from the sea of ​​puppets, but it was no longer as violent as it had been at the beginning.

The intervals between each explosion that shattered the puppet were lengthening, and the range of the red aura was slowly shrinking.

He was still holding back most of the puppets by himself, but his offensive was clearly suppressed. Like a beast stuck in a swamp, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

Kimura Okataro closed his eyes, preparing to face the final outcome.

But at that moment, a strange movement came from the southeast.

The white flames suddenly surged in the area illuminated by the Pure Lotus Fire.

The flames spread outwards like waves, forcing the besieged puppet horde back.

The terrifying creature emitted a sharp sonic wave in an attempt to suppress it, but the flames swallowed the sound wave and surged back upwards.

Terrified, it retreated hastily; the flames barely grazed its lower body, yet they still caused it considerable damage.

At the center of the flames, Eita Nikaido's figure appeared.

The demon sword Hirumaru in his hand was wreathed in a red and white aura, with white flames leaping within the red aura.

Wherever the blade strikes, the puppet melts upon contact.

He stepped forward, each step leaving a burning footprint on the ground.

Then, it suddenly disappeared.

Instead of moving quickly, it was like the previous Blood Exchange Technique, disappearing directly from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared beside the iron box, next to Butterfly.

Butterfly was controlling the last exploding butterfly to intercept the incoming crossbow bolts when she suddenly felt the temperature beside her rise sharply.

She turned her head and saw the demon sword in Eita's hand, and the blinding white flame on its blade.

The group of Hirashi and his companions had been traveling with Eita for many days and were all aware of his abilities.

The Pure Lotus Flame is Xu Duo's ultimate skill, and its appearance on the demon sword at this moment signifies something self-evident.

Kimura Okataro's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter one word.

"you--"

A flash of light appeared.

Kimura Okataro felt a chill on his neck.

He looked down and saw blood gushing from his chest.

My vision began to spin, and the sky and the earth were turned upside down.

The last thing he saw was his headless body slowly kneeling down, and the warm liquid splattered on Madam Jing's and the translator's faces.

His head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Hearing the noise, Makino Ittosai turned around.

Then a streak of red and white light appeared, extending from where Kimura had fallen.

He instinctively swung his phantom blade, its flowing blade attempting to parry.

But Eita's sword was too fast.

The demonic blade pierced through the illusionary blade's defenses and plunged into Ittosai's heart.

The tip of the knife pierced through his chest, revealing a broken rib.

Ittosai froze, looking down at the blade in front of his chest.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood foam came out.

Eita drew his sword, and Ittosai fell forward, the phantom blade slipping from his hand and landing with a crisp sound.

Butterfly finally realized what was happening.

She screamed, not out of fear, but out of anger and despair.

The last three exploding butterflies flew out from her sleeve, not towards Eita, but detonated in front of her.

The explosion of fire sent her flying backward, temporarily forcing Eita back.

The butterfly landed and tumbled, barely managing to stand firm.

She looked at Eita, her eyes bloodshot.

“You killed Xuduo…you killed them…”

Eita flicked the blood off his knife, and that familiar, manic smile appeared on his face.

But there was something new in his eyes that he hadn't seen before.

It was a greedy look in his eyes, like he was looking at prey.

"Butterfly, your butterfly is very interesting."

Eita Nikaido spoke softly, as if to a lover.

"Hirumaru said it wanted it."

The butterfly retreated frantically in terror, but behind it came the sound of its limbs scraping against the rocks.

Three shadow spiders leaped out of the poisonous mist, their eight segmented limbs like spears piercing towards her back.

There are traitors in front and puppets behind.

The butterfly was in despair.

But at that moment, Eita moved.

He flashed and appeared between the butterfly and the shadow spider.

The demonic blade slashed horizontally, its red and white light arcing out in the air.

The three Shadow Spiders' limbs were severed at the root, their torsos were cut in half by the blade, and their remains were engulfed by white flames and turned into molten iron before hitting the ground.

Butterfly was stunned.

Eita turned around and looked at her.

That look made Die feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

That's not rescue, that's food hoarding.

Like a hunter protecting his prey from being overtaken by other wild animals.

"Don't even think about running away."

Eita's sinister voice rang out beside Butterfly.

"You are all my nourishment."

The butterfly finally understood.