Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

Inuyasha glanced at him enviously; his weakness in aerial combat was his Achilles' heel at the moment.

But that's about it.

"Yura, coordinate with them!" Inuyasha said, charging towards the enemy with slightly less speed.

Chapter 13 The Victory That Arose From This

"Minions, follow Lord Sesshomaru and Lord Inuyasha, and attack with me!"

Seeing the two generals charging ahead, the equally capable Xie Jian raised his staff high and charged out first.

But before he could run a few steps, his waist suddenly tightened—familiar strands of hair silently wrapped around him, lifting him off the ground.

A chorus of exclamations and shouts came from behind. The monsters, who had been charging forward with such ferocity, were one after another entangled in the waists, legs, and arms by strands of hair that appeared from all directions.

One by one, they were lifted into the air like puppets on strings, frantically flailing about in mid-air, their shouts rising and falling.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Jieluo's voice descended from above.

The alluring, reversible-haired demon stood with her arms crossed over her chest, suspended in the center, with thousands of strands of hair spreading out behind her like a peacock's tail.

Her short, ear-length hair danced wildly in the whirlwind whipped up by the demonic energy, and her pink eyes burned with the excitement of impending bloodshed.

"Listen up, everyone! I am Yura, the servant of young master Inuyasha, and I am now in charge of the battlefield!"

She mimicked Inuyasha's arrogant tone, her voice tinged with a bloodthirsty fervor.

The ten slender fingers are spread outwards.

The net of hair, visible only to those with wrong views, spreads out in an overwhelming manner.

Her hair, pulling, transmitting, and directing, allowed her will to control hundreds of demons through countless strands of demonic power.

Jieluo stood on the throne, her hair intertwined, her fingertips trembling slightly, and the army officially set out.

Faced with the hair that he couldn't break free from, Jaken was on the verge of tears and shouted.

"Lord Jieluo! Lord Jieluo!"

"I'm not good at close combat!"

"You little monster, you're really useless."

Jieluo pursed his lips, granting Jaken limited freedom. His gaze swept over his feet, overlooking the approaching Leopard Cat army, and a smile, just like Inuyasha's, appeared on his lips.

"Don't panic, everyone. Even if you die this time, I will make good use of your corpses until they are chopped into mincemeat!"

The female demon drew her beloved sword from her waist and proclaimed, "Gentlemen, fight for the glory of the Western Dog Clan!"

'No!'

With his mouth sealed by strands of hair and his eyes bloodshot, the wolf-like monster cried out in his heart.

This wicked woman is terrifying!

What corpses? What minced meat? Is this even human language?!

If we can't win, we can always run away!

Lord Sesshomaru, save us!

When the Leopard Cat Legion arrived, they encountered a combined army of monsters, shrouded in deathly stillness and filled with terrifying resentment.

"Meow?!"

Some leopard cats expressed surprise, but most were indifferent.

Is a desperate army bound to win?

Then slaughter all the desperate soldiers!

The Leopard Cat Legion had expected this battle to be won, just like the previous ones.

But the battlefield was completely transformed under the cover of Jieluo's hair net.

The leopard cat's vanguard charged into the fray, only to find that what it encountered was not a scattered mob, but a tightly sealed wall of blades.

They were about to flank them, but the dog demon on the left flank, drawn by the strands of hair, cut into their side ahead of time.

Just as the leopard cats in the back row were about to unleash their flames and ninja tools, the assault team on the right flank charged out from the slant and cut their formation in half.

Surrounded.

Cutting.

To nibble away.

The Allied Legion, which had been torn apart by the Leopard Cats in several battles, turned the tables and cut the Leopard Cat army into a rout.

The leopard cat commander desperately directed the troops, only to find that no matter how he changed the formation, the enemy's reaction was always faster than his orders.

Wolf Wild cleaved off the head of the opposing Leopard Cat Captain with a single strike, his blood splattering all over his face.

He grinned, a ferocious and exhilarating laugh, the fear he had felt towards Jieluo completely washed away by the satisfying slaughter.

The monsters around him were equally bloodthirsty, each claw strike responding to the pull of the hair at his waist, each sword strike confirming an undeniable fact.

They're winning, winning big!

Jaken was suspended in mid-air by Jieluo's hair, with a battlefield filled with the sounds of battle beneath his feet and a sky full of flying hair and demonic energy above him.

This position is both safe and offers a wide field of vision, allowing you to see the entire course of the battle.

He watched as the Leopard Cat army below was torn apart, divided, and crushed layer by layer, and watched his own army, under the control of that invisible net, execute a series of brilliant coordinated attacks.

Without thinking, he raised the staff with the human head high, and a burst of flames suddenly spewed from the old man's head at the top of the staff.

Flames exploded beneath the demonic clouds, illuminating the little demon's excited, snot-bubbling face.

"Absolute command, and the resulting victory!" Jaken shouted at the top of his lungs, "The one who led us to glory is—Lord Yura!"

The monsters on the battlefield, their eyes bloodshot with rage, were filled with high morale. In particular, after killing one of the allied monsters, the monster, who should have been dead, was able to attack again, which terrified the leopard cat.

Standing atop the throne of hair, Jieluo glanced approvingly at Jaken, finally understanding why the latter was able to follow Sesshomaru.

He's quick-witted and observant.

It's not entirely without merit.

The female monster's fingers never stopped, and the canine alliance's movements became increasingly rapid and orderly, each rotation chipping away at the leopard cat's defenses.

The leopard cat's morale plummeted with each battle.

They didn't know when it started, but they found that the Allied forces were everywhere.

Fear spread like a plague among the leopard cats. They couldn't tell whether they were in the front or back rows; their legs trembled, and they almost ran away.

"withdraw--!"

Someone shouted first, and the Leopard Cat Legion's formation collapsed with a roar, the remnants of the defeated army scattering in all directions like a flood breaking its banks.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, abandoning their flags and weapons.

All they wanted was to escape this military net that had torn them to shreds.

Then, the leopard cats saw something even more terrifying than being surrounded.

The leopard cat carcasses that had recently fallen suddenly moved—dozens, even hundreds!

The dead leopard cat soldier, with bloodshot eyes and faint strands of hair entwined around his neck, limbs, and torso, flew up from the pool of blood like a marionette.

The severed limbs that had fallen to the ground were all pieced back onto the torso by the strands of hair.

They turned around and faced their comrades who had just fought side by side.

"no no!"

Seeing those bloodied and mangled faces, the leopard cat's defeated soldiers completely broke down.

Some screamed and fled in the opposite direction, while others collapsed to the ground, unable to even hold their weapons.

As Xiejian watched the leopard cats below in complete disarray, and observed the leopard cat corpses controlled by the strands of hair, which then turned around and chased after the living leopard cats, a chill ran down his spine.

He swallowed hard, turned to look at the woman behind him on the throne with her hair flowing freely, her fingers flying across the ground. Only one thought remained in his mind: He must never offend her again, absolutely not.

Jieluo no longer focused on the victory that was already a foregone conclusion. Her gaze swept over the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, turning towards Inuyasha's direction, where the situation was naturally also very favorable.

Chapter 14: I enjoy reading "Lunyu" (a collection of proverbs/quotes).

Dark clouds rolled in, plunging the world into darkness.

Sesshomaru took the lead, plunging straight into the formation of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Leopard Cats. His light whip flew from his fingertips, striking the Leopard Cats head-on.

"Sesshomaru!"

With a flick of her arms, Dong Lan caused the moisture in the air to instantly condense into countless ice crystals.

He can use ice magic with ease.

Ice spears, ice arrows, and ice prisons surged towards Sesshomaru like waves.

"Donglan, this is the end between us today." Sesshomaru said coldly, his right hand sweeping across with a light whip. Wherever the whip passed, ice spears shattered, ice arrows scattered, and the ice prison was shattered into pieces before it could even close.

Ice shards flew like snowflakes, exploding into a white, frigid mist between the two.

"It really is time to end!"

"This is the burial ground for your dog clan!"

Qiu Lan roared, his body crackling with electricity, and a ball of lightning condensed in his palm like a meteor, which he blasted toward Sesshomaru's back.

At the same time, Xia Lan spat out a huge, blazing fireball, leaving a trail of raging flames, blocking Sesshomaru's escape route.

Thunder and fire intertwined, ice and whip clashed.

Sesshomaru spun around, his light whip moving with him, deflecting the lightning ball, extinguishing the flames, and finally sweeping towards Fuyuki's face with its remaining force.

Dong Lan gritted her teeth and conjured an ice shield. She lashed the shield with her whip, sending ice shards flying. She was knocked back several steps, her hands and feet going numb.

"Hey lady, another puppy has arrived!"

Chunlan watched the silver-haired, red-clad figure rushing towards her from afar, then slowing down as she drew nearer. "Big sister, do you need me to go?"

In the battle against Sesshomaru, her genjutsu had very little effect; it could only provide support and disrupt the opponent's judgment.

If it weren't for the worry that leaving the team might give Sesshomaru an opportunity to kill her, Haruaki would have preferred to participate in the battle against the demon army.

Her abilities can only be best utilized on large-scale battlefields.

Donglan looked at Sesshomaru, who was temporarily forced back by the iceberg and boulder, and suddenly raised her arm.

The iceberg shattered, and countless sharp ice blades rained down on Sesshomaru.

The cold light wove together in the air into an impenetrable web of death.

"Don't go!"

Donglan stared at Sesshomaru, who had broken free from the ice blades and was charging towards them the next second, and spoke quickly.

"We don't know anything about that puppy over there; we can't protect you if you stay too far away!"

Sesshomaru is even more powerful than usual today, putting immense pressure on Touran.

At this point, we must be even more careful.

Chunlan nodded knowingly, her figure swayed, and countless petals floated around her, filling the air with fragrance.

This is her illusion – the Enchanting Flower Dance. Those who are affected will fall into a deep hallucination, ranging from fainting to mental derangement.

With a wave of her slender hand, Chunlan sent a flurry of petals crashing down on the other person like a blizzard.

"Little puppy, go to sleep now—"

A pale blue flame rose from Inuyasha's body, transforming into a cloak-like fiery robe that enveloped his form.

The moment those petals touched the azure flames, they turned to ashes, just like paper meeting fire.

Inuyasha stopped, looked at Sesshomaru and the Four Heavenly Kings of the Leopard Cat, grinned, and reflected the shocked face of Harunashi in his eyes.

"It won't work on me, little kitty."

'What kind of flame is this?'