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Those humans with spider silk inserted into their necks began to make cracking sounds in their limbs, standing on the ground like puppets, performing some comical movements, their eyes dull and devoid of spirit.
In the shadows, a sharp dagger sliced through their throats; it was then that Ninpuu Mago struck, landing a decisive blow. The humans whose heads were severed did not even feel pain, their wounds charred and blackened.
Feng Mo is a renowned ninja clan from Eastern Japan, skilled in assassination techniques with a long history. Each head of the family adopts the name of Feng Mo Kotaro as a mark of honor.
Ninpuu Mago, as the lieutenant of the assassination unit Hei Chi, had long since mastered his craft. The dagger in his hand was specially made and infused with fire poison. During an assassination, the moment the dagger tore through flesh, the fire poison on its surface would immediately sear the wound into charred remains, preventing even a drop of blood from spilling.
He was like a butcher in the night, continuously reaping lives. These Chinese individuals, manipulated by Shikigami and Jorogumo, were like live targets.
It had been a long time since Feng Mo had engaged in such exhilarating slaughter; a flush began to cover his features beneath the mask. In less than three minutes, there was not a single survivor left in the entire government building.
Feng Mo sliced off a piece of human skin from a corpse and wiped the blood from his dagger, his pupils revealing a manic delight.
In the office, Wicked Vajra was once again decapitated by a samurai and could not revive this time.
Aoyama-kun, you truly are remarkable! Samurai Kaga praised.
Some onmyoji techniques! The onmyoji smiled and shook his head. Suddenly, his expression changed, fear flashing in his eyes.
What’s wrong? The samurai seemed to sense the change in the onmyoji's demeanor and immediately grew alert.
A very powerful demon is approaching us! The onmyoji quickly clenched a talisman, his expression grave: Jorogumo told me that this demon's terrifying cunning seems to rival that of Oni Yama!
How is that possible? The samurai exclaimed in shock.
He has arrived! The Onmyoji, Pupil, shrank back.
Bang!
The office window shattered as if struck by a cannonball, and a hulking figure, reminiscent of a tank, charged at the Samurai with deadly intent.
With a swift draw, the blade was unleashed!
Samurai Kaga's expression remained unchanged; no matter what demons or monsters lay ahead, all that mattered was to slay them. This was the mission and responsibility of a human executioner!
The long blade in his hand traced a series of afterimages in the air, as if time had stopped. The Samurai swung his weapon wildly, striking dozens of times in just a second.
Clang! Clang!
The Samurai's speed was impressive, yet it seemed he could not inflict any harm. Sparks erupted from the contact between his blade and the figure's body.
Bind!
The Onmyoji's hand seals shifted. Behind him, the Jorogumo coiled and opened its mouth, spewing forth a snow-white web that billowed with thick smoke, enveloping the monstrous figure.
Die!
In that instant, Ninpuu Mago slithered out of the shadows like a venomous snake, thrusting a dagger at an acute angle toward the back of that figure's head.
The master was right; you truly make for fine prey!
The mysterious creature revealed its true form—it was Xu Hongfa, who had just ascended to Hong Mao Jiang under the moonlight.
He extended his sharp fingers and waved lightly, instantly tearing apart the snow-white web.
Ding!
Ninpuu Mago's dagger struck fiercely against Xu Hongfa's nape, but alas, it felt like stabbing into metal—no damage was done.
What?! Ninpuu Mago's expression faltered.
This was his first assassination failure.
It seemed as though the opponent's defenses were fully maxed out! The blade could not penetrate!
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