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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
As the sound echoed, everyone's hearts tightened. That voice was too familiar; it belonged to the Japanese Officers who had been split in half! Wasn't he already dead? Where was this voice coming from?!
Struggling to turn around, a bizarre scene unfolded. The body that had been torn apart and fallen was now standing up. The two halves of the corpse stood independently, separated by a gap of twenty centimeters, with strands of blood and flesh connecting them, creating a gruesome sight.
And the already split Anbei, who should have been dead, was still smiling eerily at several people. You could even see the writhing flesh in the middle of the corpse and the brain matter dripping down.
"Plop! Plop!" Drops of brain matter mixed with bits of flesh fell from the middle of the body, creating an unsettling and disgusting spectacle.
"Damn it! I can't take it anymore! Ugh!" The fat man could hardly endure such a scene. Although he was a disciple of Yan Chixia and a demon slayer, having experienced many battles, he had seen all sorts of grotesque monsters and gruesome deaths. However, he had never encountered one that was already in such a state yet still alive, smiling at him! It was terrifying!
Not only him; even Joan and others standing at a distance had pale faces. Fortunately, they were far enough away not to see clearly. They had gone through quite a lot on their journey and had developed some immunity to such things. Among them, perhaps only Scarface remained calm; being a ghost himself, he lived among spirits. Not all ghosts were old; many had died unexpectedly, missing limbs or suffering from severe illnesses leading to their demise—far worse than this.
However, compared to how horrifying and disgusting Anbei looked now, what mattered more was that he was still alive. They knew how powerful he was and how difficult he would be to defeat. After exerting so much effort to split him in half, he was still standing before them with that eerie smile!
"Thunder crashes against the golden bell, divine thunder fiercely shatters the veil. Dragon thunder shakes the fiery earth, burning away evil without a trace. Urgent Order!"
Ye Mingshang dared not linger; he pulled out two Silver Talismans and affixed them to his arms before immediately forming seals and chanting spells. As the incantation was recited, two Silver Talismans suddenly sparked with electric light.
With the intertwining electric flashes came crackling sounds as if hundreds of birds were wildly chirping. The silver lightning flickered, dazzling their eyes.
"Die!" Ye Mingshang shouted loudly as he stepped forward with swift movements towards Anbei.
His arms crackling with electric light swung like two Treasure Blades capable of cutting through iron as they sliced chunks of flesh from the bizarre corpse amidst the sound resembling thousands of birds chirping.
Thunder is the nemesis of all evil beings; true thunder can even strike down ancient demons with a thousand years of cultivation. The energy contained within thunder is equivalent to three nuclear bombs. This domineering and vigorous force of justice, once unleashed, will make all living beings tremble, even the immortals in legends would not dare to touch it lightly.
The spell used by Ye Mingshang, while not as powerful as true thunder, still harnesses the power of lightning. When it encounters evil energy, it will explode in growth like flames meeting gasoline.
The sound intensified, resembling the cries of a thousand birds, and the lightning coiling around his arms grew stronger, each bolt appearing like slender silver True Dragons dancing and roaring.
Empowered by this force, Ye Mingshang crazily sliced at Anbei's body. This enemy was too terrifying; even he dared not allow such an opponent to regain their fighting strength. It was best to kill him completely while he was still injured; otherwise, if he recovered, it would truly be a disaster.
"Useless! Gods are immortal; how can mere mortals withstand divine might! Hahaha! Ahahaha!" Anbei's body split in two, and his mouth naturally followed suit, with two disconnected halves writhing and producing strange sounds through his damaged throat, reminiscent of noises from a filthy mire.
In truth, Anbei himself was quite surprised by his own arrogance. When that shocking sword struck him earlier, he had been filled with fear. When his shield shattered and his physical defenses broke down, he felt an extreme terror. Although he had long since lost his life force and now existed similarly to a living corpse, aside from lacking a heartbeat and metabolism, his physical strength was significantly greater than that of an ordinary person.
His ability to feel pain had not been removed; rather, due to heightened sensitivity, he could clearly experience the excruciating agony. The ancient tortures of being torn apart or cut in half were horrendous. However, the pain of being violently ripped apart was no less severe. His body was as strong as steel, making the sensation of pain even more intense.
Ordinary people would have died from such injuries long ago or at least would be too numb to feel much pain. But because of his strength, he needed absolute control over his body at all times; he was fully conscious during the tearing process. He could feel every fiber of his body being ripped apart like chicken meat and could sense his head being severed with brain matter dripping down.
At that moment, he was truly terrified; beyond the pain was a deeper fear of death. He had been among the first invaders into Central Plains at the age of seven; at that time, he had already held the rank of Colonel and was considered exceptionally talented.
Later on, due to his ruthless methods and extraordinary abilities, propelled by war, his rank quickly rose. Within just a few months for various reasons, he had already become a Major General.
For someone like him, such prospects were not exaggerated; if it weren't for his greed leading him into Peach Blossom Land and for recklessly slaughtering the villagers of Peach Blossom Village—provoking the local deities—he would not have ended up trapped here.
Fortunately for him, his family belonged to a Yin Yang Family; he had frequently encountered supernatural matters and had cultivated the ability to seize others' lives and transform the living into spirits to a profound level.
His soldiers and three subordinates were essentially similar to Shikigami. In Japan, many Onmyoji possess the ability to control Shikigami. The Shikigami Technique is a form of puppetry; unlike Puppet techniques which manipulate inanimate objects, this technique operates on living beings.
Generally speaking, Shikigami Techniques involve refining youkai and magical creatures into entities similar to souls, allowing contracts to be formed with them to assist in battles or protect a territory. In Japan, it is common for some Noble Persons to spend considerable sums to purchase Shikigami for home protection.
Shikigami can generally be divided into two types. One type is the growth-type Shikigami, which can be likened to Familiars in our Chinese context. These Shikigami may not be powerful at first; their strength evolves alongside that of their Contractor. When the Contractor dies, they also perish, which serves as a means to restrain the Shikigami and prevent them from becoming too powerful and turning against their master.
The other type consists of control-type Shikigami. These Shikigami do not possess the same level of combat power as growth-type Shikigami. Their combat abilities are fixed from the beginning and do not have the constraints of a contract, making them highly prone to backlash. To mitigate this issue, some choose to erase or seal their autonomy, reducing them to mere Puppets that only follow orders. This is quite similar to traditional Puppet techniques.
For instance, Yamamoto Sannin and those soldiers are actually control-type Shikigami created by Anbei, but they retain their consciousness for easier manipulation. The ordinary Shikigami that lack consciousness and resemble them are essentially the result of Anbei separating the Three Souls and Seven Spirits of the villagers from Peach Blossom Village during his refining process. Although this reduces their combat power, it makes them easier to control without fear of retaliation; after all, a large number of Shikigami retaliating would indeed be terrifying.
An Bei Jin Yun is a ruthless character. When he realized escape was hopeless and he was trapped here, he made a decisive choice. He understood this was the divine spirit's revenge against them—not only trapping them but also turning this place into a wasteland. Whether livestock or wild beasts, crops or vegetables were all tainted with death energy and became inedible; even if consumed, they would transform into grotesque beings that were neither human nor ghost. This was perhaps the most vicious form of revenge from the divine spirit.
However, this situation inadvertently benefited An Bei Jin Yun. His identity as an Onmyoji allowed him not to be completely helpless in such circumstances. The animals and plants filled with death energy could be transformed into elixirs for creating monsters through his alchemical skills.
Lacking experience at first, he used those animals and the villagers from Peach Blossom Village for experiments. He frantically dissected the corpses of villagers, mixing the death-filled animals with his concoctions and stuffing them into their bodies. After sewing them up with crude techniques, he soaked the corpses in a strange liquid he had prepared and sealed them in large jars.
Due to Anbei's methods, the souls of the villagers could not leave and were trapped within their flesh. Although they were dead and felt no physical pain, the torment of their souls was even more intense—an unbearable agony filled with rage and despair. All these negative emotions formed a tide of resentment that was absorbed and refined into nourishment for those monsters.
After some time—whether long or short—those monsters would burst forth from their bodies like children being born. However, these children were hideously ugly, lacking any semblance of cuteness.
To be continued...
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