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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
The tranquility did not last long. While a few people were chatting, an unknown powerful enemy was slowly concocting a plan against them.
"Spare me!"
"Please, no!"
"General!"
"I don't want to die!"
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In a place far from the village, the sounds of desperate cries filled the air. However, perhaps due to the barrier or some other reason, the sounds did not travel far before being blocked.
A tall figure stood expressionless in the void, clad in green military attire that signified his identity as a soldier. The frantic Japanese words indicated that he was once part of an invading force against China. At this moment, he stood among a group of Black Fiends, mercilessly hunting them down.
"You will not die; you will coexist with me in a new form. Come on, soldiers! Contribute your lives to the great empire; you will become heroes of the empire and share in its glory with me!" The Japanese General's face was calm, his voice deep and magnetic. Hunting down fellow countrymen he had known for years seemed to pose no psychological barrier for him; it was hard to imagine someone could be so cold-blooded!
"Come on, my soldiers! Merge your lives with mine and use your strength to help me achieve Divine Position. You will become gods of the new era alongside me, Jin Yun!"
Jin Yun's expression turned frenzied and greedy as he grasped a Black Fiend's head with his fingers. Within a few breaths, that Black Fiend disappeared amidst its cries of pain, becoming nourishment for Jin Yun.
"Ah~" Jin Yun took a deep breath of satisfaction, his face reflecting pure enjoyment, much like an addict savoring their fix.
After indulging himself, Jin Yun's expression grew even greedier. His eyes seemed to glow red as he looked at these former companions as if they were mere food.
"Ha ha ha!" He laughed heartily, his figure darting swiftly. Once again, he grabbed a Black Fiend and in an instant drained it completely.
The surrounding Black Sha Soldiers trembled in fear, unable to comprehend why their former comrades were turning against them with such brutality. They desperately tried to escape, but soon found themselves blocked by an invisible barrier, as if separated by a thick sheet of glass. They pounded on the barrier, yearning to flee this hell, to escape from this man-eating demon. Their screams and pleas were in vain.
How ironic it was that they now resembled the Huaxia People who had perished at their hands years ago. When they had mercilessly slaughtered those desperate Huaxia People, did they ever consider that they too might one day be treated like this by their own kind?
"Stop struggling; you are destined to become the nourishment for my ascension. Come, be my strength!" Looking at the crowd that begged and wailed in despair, Jin Yun seemed to recall the scenes of once wielding a knife and ruthlessly slaughtering the Huaxia People. His expression grew more frenzied and fanatical, as if he reveled in this feeling.
As Jin Yun devoured two more Black Fiends with one hand each, the soldiers went mad. One shouted loudly, "Let's fight him! Kill him!" Then he charged forward with his weapon raised.
"Fight him! We’d rather die than be his nourishment!"
"Kill!"
The madness of each Black Sha Soldier was ignited; begging for mercy was useless, and fleeing was futile. Rather than being slowly consumed in fear, they preferred to take a chance, hoping to end their suffering sooner.
"Fools! Do you think those powers were given to you by anyone else? If it weren't for me, you'd still be suffering in hell!" Jin Yun squinted his eyes and coldly shouted.
Once a great person said that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. An individual may seem insignificant, but countless insignificant individuals can form a massive force capable of resisting or even destroying a powerful individual.
Just like an ant is weak; you can easily crush it. You can crush ten or even a hundred of them. But what about a thousand, ten thousand, or a hundred thousand? At that point, you might just become their food.
It is true that many ants can kill an elephant, but that requires an extremely large number. And what about these Black Fiends? Their individual strength may not compare to the difference between ants and elephants when measured against Jin Yun, but their numbers are also not sufficient to overwhelm him. Moreover, he can absorb their power for himself; he is continuously growing stronger while they are dwindling. The gap between both sides is widening; their defeat has become inevitable because this was destined to be a one-sided massacre without suspense.
Amidst the reckless counterattacks from numerous Black Sha Soldiers, Jin Yun's speed of feeding increased even further. Previously he needed time to chase down a target to absorb its power; now he could simply reach out and grab one with ease, even piercing through several at once to drain them together.
At such a terrifying speed, in less than a moment, only Jin Yun, who had become bloated from excessive consumption, remained in the field. At this time, he looked completely unrecognizable, resembling a grotesque large Meatball. Due to extreme swelling, his limbs and head had become minuscule and were almost invisible. The inflation continued, and his body grew rounder and larger, as if it might explode at any moment.
This swelling lasted for half a minute before it finally stopped. At this point, he looked like an oversized Meatball. His military uniform had long since torn apart, and the sight of the white Meatball floating in the air was both bizarre and repulsive.
“Zizz!~” A strange sound echoed, causing the large Meatball to shrink slightly.
“Zizz!~”
Accompanied by the odd, almost distorted sounds, the large Meatball continued to condense. As its volume decreased, the sense of pressure it exerted seemed to intensify, as if the energy of the entire ocean was being concentrated into a lake or a river. Although the quantity was diminishing, the quality was being elevated.
This transformation gradually continued, and a Humanoid began to emerge. After a few minutes, Jin Yun reappeared. However, his body had grown taller, his figure more perfect, and his muscles firmer and fuller.
Jin Yun slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power surging within him like a raging flood or tsunami. His expression remained calm. He extended his right hand and squeezed tightly; it seemed one could hear the sound of air bursting. The immense power intoxicated him, and a smile curved at the corners of his mouth.
“What incredible strength! Is this the power of a god?” Jin Yun smiled as he clenched his fist tightly as if he could crush space itself.
While Jin Yun reveled in his newfound strength, Ye Mingshang and the others were also making their way toward him. Although there was a barrier in place, it did not control when he transformed into a Meatball. Consequently, the barrier twisted and shattered, drawing Ye Mingshang's attention to that massive energy and the enormous ugly Meatball.
The group had nearly recovered and was conducting a symbolic search of the village to see if any enemies had been overlooked. (In reality, there was nothing left; the attack from Bagua was all-encompassing, so there were definitely no monsters left in the village.)
As they chatted while searching, they gradually became more familiar with each other. Unprincipled informed them that he had actually noticed Ye Mingshang and had been secretly following them, waiting for an opportunity to lend assistance. Although they were somewhat displeased about being followed, they recognized that it was done with good intentions; after all, he had helped save their lives.
The fat guy was quite amusing; despite being a complete goofball, he always tried to act like an Expert. He wasn't really a Taoist; his Daoist Robe was something he bought online.
When he was knocked out by a fart from Joan, everyone laughed. Joan, however, insisted that it was his new spell and not just flatulence. In response, the fat guy remarked that the spell's power was too great and indiscriminate; it would be best if he used it less often—or not at all.
"Hey! I'm Fatty, and that's not right. Who knew you were behind me? Besides, I didn't plan to go back there; it was just my first time and I had no experience."
"Anyway, that technique was terrifying. It has immense destructive power against both monsters and humans. I almost capsized this time; I really don't want to experience that apocalyptic feeling again." Unprincipled sighed, still showing signs of fear when recalling that moment. Scarred Ghost wholeheartedly agreed, as he felt an overwhelming terror at that time, even more so than the fear he experienced from Ye Min or Ye Mingshang's Bagua.
While they were chatting, a sudden tremor surged through Heartache, prompting everyone to look up at the distant sky. When they saw the enormous Meatball over there, their eyes widened in shock, including Ye Mingshang. Even he, with his vast experience, had never seen anything like it.
"What is that? It's so disgusting," Lin Qianqian exclaimed, as a girl, she was particularly terrified of such things.
"It looks like... a giant Meatball!" Joan squinted his eyes, trying hard to see clearly. When he thought of a possibility, he startled himself.
"I can sense a terrifying energy coming from it, and it feels somewhat familiar. It's like... it's like an officer of the Japanese Devils!" Scarred Ghost frowned in thought, suddenly startled as the image of that demonic figure flashed in his mind.
"Are there other Japanese Devils?" Joan asked.
"Of course there are, and many of them. They look similar to those Black Fiends we encountered before, but they have independent thoughts just like they did in life and are even stronger. The leader of the gate has a physical form and is just like a living being."
"Is that officer strong?"
"Very strong... extremely strong!" Scarred Ghost's expression turned serious, fear clearly written on his face as he seemed deeply wary of that existence.
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