I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Xinghan stood there, an unbelievable picture reflected in his pupils.

He couldn't help but wonder why things had turned out this way.

He tried to speak, to explain, to make amends for everything, but those colleagues who had fought alongside him in the past seemed to be controlled by some dark magic. Their eyes were empty and cold, and they pounced on him like enraged beasts.

The illustration discussion that was supposed to be full of laughter and joy has now turned into a fierce battlefield.

Xinghan was awakened from his daze in an instant. He clenched his fists and fought hard against his colleagues' attacks. At this moment, Xiao Li, the colleague who always smiled, suddenly rushed in front of him. Xiao Li held a fruit knife with a cold glow in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Xinghan's chest.

"You stole my spot!" Xiao Li roared, his voice full of resentment and anger. He swung his arm and stabbed Xinghan with a fruit knife. Xinghan instinctively stepped back, but Xiao Li's attack followed him closely.

"You despicable villain, you are actually doing something behind my back!" Xiao Wang beside him suddenly spoke up, the wallpaper knife in his hand flashing a dangerous light. His eyes were full of hatred, as if he wanted to cut Xinghan into pieces.

"Xinghan, you are so shameless!" Another colleague, Xiao Zhang, also joined the attack. He waved the scissors in his hand and pounced on Xinghan.

Xinghan dodged left and right, trying to avoid the attacks of his colleagues, but their attacks became more and more fierce, as if they wanted to kill him. Xiao Li, Xiao Wang, Xiao Zhang, every word of their curse pierced Xinghan's heart like a sharp sword, making him feel extremely heartbroken and desperate.

In this chaos, Xinghan kept shouting, trying to awaken his colleagues' sanity, but all he got in response was more frantic attacks. He felt that he had been forced into a desperate situation, but he did not give up. He still persisted and resisted, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

However, as time went by, Xinghan's physical strength gradually depleted, and his movements began to become slow. However, his colleagues seemed tireless and continued to launch fierce attacks on him. Xinghan's heart was filled with despair, and he didn't understand why these people were tireless.

Suddenly, Xinghan was shocked. This was just an illusion! This was definitely not reality!

Although he knew this, he could not control his body. He could only watch helplessly as his former colleagues rushed towards him one by one.

He fought back, but each attack was easily resolved by the opponent. He didn't know how to escape from this illusion. At this moment, a starry sky suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It was an ethereal world, which seemed completely different from his current situation. He felt a cool breath brushing his cheeks, and he instantly became much more sober.

He calmed down for a moment, gathered the spiritual power in his body, and prepared to face the next round of illusions.

This time, he unexpectedly landed on a brutal battlefield. All around him, blazing flames were like raging dragons, dyeing the sky red, and collapsing rocks were like doomsday rain, constantly falling from the sky, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Enemies surged from all directions like a tide, their eyes were cold and cruel, and the weapons in their hands shone with cold light. He held the long sword tightly in his hand, and the sword flashed with sharp light. Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous roar. He was agile, like a tiger coming down the mountain, and every step he took seemed to make the earth tremble.

However, these attacks seemed to only scratch the surface of the air and could not cause substantial damage to the enemy. He frowned, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart. He knew that the sword energy attack alone was not enough to change the situation of the battle, and he had to exert a stronger force.

At this moment, a familiar figure flashed beside him. It was Shen Li. She was wearing armor, holding a spear, and bravely rushed towards the enemy. Each of her attacks was unstoppable, forcing the enemy to retreat step by step.

"You're here!" He looked at Shen Li, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

"Of course, how could I let you face all this alone?" Shen Li responded, her voice firm and powerful.

The two fought side by side, resisting the enemy's attack together. However, they soon discovered that this battle was not easy. The air around them was filled with a strange black gas, which was the breath of demons. They shuttled across the battlefield like ghosts, sometimes turning into sharp claws, sometimes turning into poisonous arrows, constantly attacking them.

What surprised Xinghan even more was that many Onmyoji's Shikigami appeared on the battlefield.

The great Tengu flapped his wings and flew high, and the wind howled;

Ji holds a sickle, harvesting life;

The Amaterasu was shining brightly, illuminating the battlefield, and there seemed to be a white fluffy thing in his arms...

These companions, who were originally used to assist the Onmyoji in battle, seemed to have lost control at this moment, attacking each other and even launching a fierce attack on them.

"Why would these things attack us?" Shen Li asked in surprise.

"I'm afraid someone is controlling them." Xinghan analyzed calmly, "We must be careful."

In addition to Ootengu, Ji, and Amaterasu, many Onmyoji's Shikigami gathered on the battlefield. At this moment, they were pulled by a mysterious force and divided into two completely different camps.

A team of shikigami chose to stand on the side of Xinghan and Shenli. They either guarded, healed, or assisted, and together they resisted the enemy's attacks. Qingfangzhu held a rosary in his hand and muttered something. As he spoke, a peaceful light fell, blessing Xinghan and Shenli with a protective divine light to resist the enemy's attacks. Ibaraki Douji waved his huge ghost hand, and each swing could knock several enemies away. His existence was like a solid wall, guarding the rear of his comrades.

On the other side, the Guhuo bird spread its wings and flew across the sky, bringing a gust of wind that blew the enemies all over the place. The Jiaotu spit out a stream of water to disperse the enemies, creating an opportunity for Xinghan and Shenli to attack. The sickle weasel shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, sometimes attacking the enemies from behind, sometimes cutting off their weapons, adding a lot of variables to the battle.

However, another team of shikigami chose to attack Xinghan and Shenli. They were either eroded by darkness or driven by desire, releasing all kinds of powerful skills. The two-faced Buddha's face was sometimes compassionate and sometimes ferocious. He waved his staff, releasing fire and frost, turning the battlefield into a world of ice and fire. The Lord of Arakawa controlled the water flow, forming a huge whirlpool, trying to draw Xinghan and Shenli into it.

Yan Mo stood on a high place, watching the battlefield coldly. She held a mirror in her hand, reflecting the shadows of Xinghan and Shen Li. She whispered softly, and several black lights shot out from the mirror, hitting their vital points. The red spider lily bloomed quietly, and her petals contained a deadly poison. Once touched, people would instantly lose their fighting power.

In the fierce battle, Xinghan felt a powerful force coming towards him. It was the attack of Daitengu. Daitengu flapped his wings and flew high into the air. His wings were as sharp as blades, and every swing could tear the air. He rushed towards Xinghan, with a cold light in his eyes, and shouted: "Whoever stands in my way will die!"

Ji Ze rushed towards Xinghan from another direction with a sickle in hand. His sickle flashed with cold light, and every swing could harvest lives. He looked at Xinghan coldly, with a cruel smile on his face: "Your life will become a sacrifice for my sickle!"

Facing these powerful attacks from the shikigami, Xinghan was not afraid at all. He held the long sword tightly in his hand, and shuttled across the battlefield like the wind, with each sword strike being precise and powerful.

Every time, when Shen Li was in danger, he stood by her side, either teleporting, flying, or rolling, but he always arrived in time to resist the attacks of the Shikigami.

In this chaotic battlefield, Xinghan felt a huge pressure coming like a tide. The surrounding shikigami were roaring or shouting. Their attacks were as dense as a rainstorm, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. However, at this moment, a soft light appeared in his sight.

It's a cute mountain rabbit!

It was being held tightly in the arms of Amaterasu.

The eyes of the mountain rabbit were clear and bright, like beautiful rubies. It looked at Xinghan and said confidently, "Will you believe me again?"