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They moved quickly, so fast that even Zuo Ci couldn't discern their numbers. Once they entered the Government Building, they immediately scattered—some went to slaughter the staff, while others destroyed surveillance footage, all in an orderly manner.
About a quarter of an hour later, a Yin-Yang Master dressed in a Hunting Robe and a Samurai clad in Black and Red Do-Maru Armor entered the Government Building, both possessing considerable strength.
As fingers continued to glide across screens, the view began to shift. The technique of Huo Zhao was at play. However, it was too wasteful of magical energy. Generally, Yin-Yang Masters wouldn't dare to maintain a Spell like Zuo Ci did, akin to watching a video. They would exhaust their magical energy and perish.
Inside the building, external patrols and duty personnel were all eliminated, yet the internal government officials remained oblivious. The methods were far too covert!
A shadow began to creep along the ground, slipping into the mayor's office floor. It crouched by the door of the mayor's office, peering inside at the scene within, revealing a sly grin.
"Baka! Moriyama, what are you doing?" another ninja exclaimed with anger.
Being distracted during action was nothing short of an insult to the honor of the Great Eastern Empire's ninjas!
"Heh heh, these Chinese people are like livestock; they’re easy to deal with. Look, that old guy inside should be the mayor of Tong City, right? But aren’t we targeting the Mayor's Secretary?" Ninja Moriyama questioned in confusion.
"Idiot!" his companion whispered back. "It’s already been established that it’s the Mayor's Secretary; it must be this old guy’s idea! Capture the leader first!"
"Yoshi!" Moriyama gently pried open the gap of the office door with his dagger, and shadows began to slip through the opening one after another. They moved like ghosts, hiding in corners and waiting for their moment.
A Ninja Leader signaled to the other ninjas with a throat-cutting gesture. Two Dao Feng blades glimmered with sharp black light as they surged forth.
Pfft!
The female secretary who had been engrossed in her work suddenly had her head severed from her neck; the cut was smooth and clean, with charred flesh around it.
"Damn it!"
The Mayor was suddenly startled.
He failed to notice a black beam of light, like a venomous snake, piercing towards the back of his head.
Om...
Just as the Mayor was about to meet his demise, a resonant chant of a Buddhist mantra emerged from his body!
The ninja's form exploded in mid-air, transforming into a cloud of blood mist.
Tendrils of black Sha Qi seeped from the lifeless body, invading the nostrils of the living staff nearby.
These black Sha Qi coalesced before the Mayor, forming a grotesque mass of flesh.
The surface of the mass resembled jigsaw pieces, complete with eyes, a mouth, and limbs.
Creeping and crawling...
The mass began to writhe, its limbs extending like puppets. Three fierce indigo heads emerged from within the mass, along with a multitude of limbs sprouting forth.
Om...
The bizarre creature emitted a booming voice that echoed throughout the office.
In that moment, all ninjas present, except for the Mayor, were shattered into blood mist by the force of that voice.
Mizong Black Magic?
Zuo Ci gazed at the monstrous figure, deep in thought.
This was the Vajra of the Tantric Defilement, an incredibly powerful Guardian Deity capable of dispelling external demonic forces.
However, this divine incarnation before the Mayor was clearly a foul creation born from dark sorcery.
It could not be considered a true deity.
Clearly, some Vajrayana expert had set up a specific formation within the government building. This formation allowed them to nurture seeds of Sha Qi within the staff's bodies, draining their vitality day and night as sustenance.
In times of crisis, they could instantly summon this so-called protective deity—the Wicked Vajra.
Oh my...
Indeed, the Mayor of Tong City is quite formidable!
The Onmyoji clapped his hands as he walked into the office, kicking a broken leg aside with one foot.
Beside him stood a heavily armored warrior, who drew his sword and held it defensively in front of him, his expression cold as he stared at Mayor Chen.
What is going on?
Wu Song?
Mayor Chen was instantly bewildered.
Were these people escaped from a mental hospital?
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