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She groaned and staggered, as if the poison had reached her heart and she was about to collapse.
The female ninja was overjoyed at the sight. She moved swiftly, approaching like a ghost, and thrust her short sword straight at Tang Mingyi's heart, aiming to take this final victory.
However, just as she approached...
Tang Mingyi's previously dazed eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light.
Feigning weakness is an assassin's best weapon.
Instead of retreating, she advanced, using her own chest to meet the opponent's blade head-on!
Despite the excruciating pain, Tang Mingyi didn't even flinch.
She used her body to lock the opponent's weapon and also to block their escape route.
She gave the female ninja a cold and cruel smile.
The next moment, the short blade in her hand plunged into the other person's heart at an even more cunning angle.
The female ninja stared at her in disbelief before slowly collapsing.
Wang Li, standing not far away, had eyes that were practically popping out of their sockets.
He fought his way through the enemies around him, rushed over, picked up Tang Mingyi who still had a breath left, and turned to leave.
But the surrounding enemies surged up like a tide.
Several ninjas surrounded them from all sides, and countless kunai and shuriken, like a black rain of death, completely engulfed the two.
Wang Li held Tang Mingyi tightly in his arms, using his own back to withstand all the attacks.
His body was instantly riddled with thorns, and blood gushed out.
But he never let go of his hand until his death.
With Ren Tou executed, Zhang Yunyuan's mission is complete.
He didn't stop for a moment.
He activated "Thousand Faces and Myriad Forms," and the muscles and bones on his face made a slight cracking sound, instantly transforming him into the appearance of an ordinary Japanese soldier.
Even the aura emanating from him became identical to that of the panicked soldiers around him.
He mingled in the chaotic crowd, bent over and head down, silently slipping away from the bloody battlefield, vanishing into the vast night as if evaporated from the face of the earth.
In this battle, he played the most crucial role with minimal cost.
Yet no one knows of his achievements.
"Retreat! Retreat to the western pier!"
As Gao Yingcai watched his fallen comrades, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his voice became hoarse with grief and indignation.
He forced down his grief and broke through the encirclement alone along the planned retreat route.
He fought and retreated along the way, finally shaking off his pursuers and seeing the trestle bridge spanning the mountain stream, leading to his survival.
However, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
A look of despair appeared on his face.
The other end of the pier.
A man was standing there quietly.
He held a strange longsword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, with drops of blood slowly sliding down its blade.
His gaze was icy, like a god high in the sky, indifferently looking down at the ants at his feet.
It was Eita Nikaido.
A peerless villain whose strength has reached the level of a hero.
He had been waiting there for a long time.
He wanted to leave all the members of the Tang Clan on this bridge leading to death.
Chapter 68 Blood Splattered on the Pier, Feud Ends in Harm
To the west, in the mountain stream, at the other end of the pier.
The night wind was cold and chilly, making one's bones feel cold.
Yang Lie glanced at the Western-style watch on his wrist; the hands had already passed the agreed time.
He raised his head and looked at the Japanese army camp on the other side of the pier, which was shrouded in firelight and the sounds of battle, his brows furrowed.
"Time is up."
His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.
"They didn't come out."
"hold on."
Xu Xin squatted on the ground, carefully wiping the short blade in his hand without raising his head.
"Our fellow disciples are still fighting for their lives inside; we can't leave."
Yang Lie let out a disdainful sneer.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Are we waiting for the Japanese pursuers to turn us into dumplings?"
He stood up, straightened his equipment, and didn't even glance at the two of them.
"My mission is to provide support, not to be buried with you."
"Time's up, but the person hasn't shown up. Mission failed."
"I am leaving."
Dong Chang suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with rage.
Yang Lie paused, slowly turned around, and looked at two dead men with the same gaze he had given them.
"What am I afraid of?"
"The Tang Clan sent me out so that I could return alive, not so that I could stay here and do stupid things with you."
"Xu Xin, Dong Chang, this is the last time I'm saying it, come with me."
"This is an order."
Xu Xin kept his head down, his voice not loud, but unusually firm.
"You go."
"We'll stay."
Yang Lie nodded, and without another word, he vanished into the vast night without hesitation.
Only Xu Xin and Dong Chang remained by the pier.
The mountain wind grew colder.
Instead of their fellow disciples, they were greeted by a man wielding a demonic sword.
Eita Nikaido appeared silently at the other end of the pier, like a ghost emerging from hell.
He wasn't covered in much blood, but his eyes were more chilling than any blood.
That was the look in the eyes of a wild beast after a hearty meal, still feeling unsatisfied.
Xu Xin and Dong Chang's hearts sank to the bottom.
The two exchanged a glance, then without further hesitation, turned and retreated into the dense forest behind them.
However, as soon as they turned around, an extremely sharp blade aura, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, arrived!
It was so fast that they didn't have time to make any effective evasive maneuvers.
It looked like the two were about to be cut in half at the waist by this domineering blade.
At this critical moment.
A figure appeared out of thin air and blocked their way.
The man had no weapon; he simply stretched out his hand.
An invisible and intangible yet real force field unfolded instantly in his palm.
Eita's sword energy, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, melted away silently and without a trace the moment it came into contact with this force field.
"what?!"
For the first time, the cruel sneer on Eita's face froze, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Before he could react, another, even more imposing figure crashed into him from the side like a cannonball!
Liang Ting let out a loud shout, and his fist, as big as a cascading pot, was wrapped with unparalleled Qi energy, like a giant battering sledgehammer, and slammed straight toward Eita's cheek!
Eita was forced to retreat and his demon sword slashed horizontally, colliding fiercely with Liang Ting's iron fist.
There was a loud bang and sparks flew everywhere.
Liang Ting grunted and took half a step back, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on his fist.
Eita was also shaken by the immense force contained in that punch, causing him to stagger and halt his attack.
With a low shout, Wugensheng seized the fleeting opportunity, grabbed Xu Xin and Dong Chang, who were still in shock, one in each hand, and dashed across the pier like lightning.
The three escaped.
Just then, a figure covered in blood staggered out of the dense forest on the other side of the pier.
He is indeed a brilliant talent.
He saw Liang Ting on this side of the bridge, his eyes, red with grief and indignation, instantly filled with an even more frenzied and intense hatred.
Years ago, it was this very same villain from Quanxing who took pleasure in killing. Right before his eyes, he personally tortured his only daughter, driving a young girl in the prime of her life into a state of madness and insanity.
That desperate cry was a nightmare he could never shake off for the rest of his life.
Now, the sight of his fallen companion lying dead, intertwined with the image of his daughter's empty, lifeless eyes, completely consumed his last shred of reason.