Zero: and the time traveler start from the martial spirit

When Inuyasha, Miroku and others felt the demonic power rising from afar, they all turned their eyes to Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan's already serious expression became even more solemn, as if he was shrouded in a thick haze. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes, which was a warning and scrutiny of the demonic power in front of him.

Although he knew in his heart that the gap between this demonic power and that of the legendary Gatanjea or the famous Empera was as huge as the difference between heaven and earth, it was so great that they could almost not be compared at all.

However, on this land that they were familiar with, this demonic power undoubtedly demonstrated a powerful presence that was daunting and awe-inspiring.

It was like a beast lurking in the depths of darkness. Although it had not yet revealed its full appearance, the aura it exuded was enough to chill people's hearts and force them to remain highly alert and respectful of it. It seemed that if one was careless for a moment, one might be swallowed by this demonic power and fall into endless danger.

Zhao Lan took a deep breath, then nodded to the people around him, signaling them to get ready. Inuyasha, Miroku and other companions immediately understood Zhao Lan's intention, and they quickly reorganized the team and prepared to head towards the place where the evil spirit was rising.

At this moment, Shen Jiuye felt Zhao Lan and the others approaching, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile. She turned gracefully, took light steps, and returned to the majestic palace behind her.

The palace towers into the clouds like an unclimbable peak, exuding a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Zhao Lan and his group soon arrived at the Dream City. The first thing they saw was a thick black fog, like a huge curtain covering the entire mountain.

In this black fog, a majestic palace loomed, like a mysterious fairyland. The outline of the palace loomed in the black fog, making it even more mysterious.

In front of the palace, there is a clear lake, the water sparkles under the sunlight. The evil spirit in the lake keeps surging, as if a mysterious force is surging at the bottom of the lake. Occasionally, ripples appear on the surface of the lake.

Feeling the palace across the lake, it is like a huge mountain towering into the clouds, majestic and awe-inspiring. Its gorgeous architectural style demonstrates endless majesty and grandeur.

However, beneath this seemingly solemn and dignified appearance, a strong and terrifying evil aura quietly spread like a ghost, as if countless evil souls were freely moving around in it, filling the entire space with a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.

Shen Jiuye stood quietly in the palace, with a cold light flashing in his deep eyes. He looked down at Zhao Lan and his group on the other side of the lake, with a hint of disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

He raised his mouth slightly, uttered a low and cold sneer, and then began to chant the mysterious spell. As he chanted the spell, the lake surface, which was as calm as a smooth mirror, suddenly seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible huge black hand.

The lake water suddenly became violent. The waves were like an angry dragon, surging and rolling with the force of a tidal wave, one higher than the other. The momentum was so huge that it was simply horrifying, as if it would swallow up everything that stood in its way.

The trees by the lake swayed violently in the strong wind, as if they would be swept away by the surging waves at any time. The mist on the lake surface also rose up, forming a vast white fog.

The entire lake was enveloped in it, making the scene of the palace and the other side of the lake increasingly blurry, as if hiding countless unknown secrets and dangers.

A terrifying evil spirit that was like a volcano erupting from the abyss of hell suddenly gushed out from the deep lake, carrying endless evil and violence. The once tall and green trees around seemed to have turned into weak grass in an instant, and were ruthlessly swept away by this sudden evil spirit.

Their roots seemed to be grasped tightly by a pair of huge devil's claws, and they were uprooted and fell to the ground one after another, making miserable cracking sounds. The earth also seemed to be hit hard by this terrifying force and began to tremble violently, as if the whole world was trembling with it.

Then, a huge hole seemed to be blown open at the bottom of the dark lake, and a terrifying monster with eight ferocious snake heads suddenly rushed out from it like a moving mountain.

Each of its snake heads was more than a person tall, with its mouth wide open, revealing fangs as sharp as knives. Its red tongue danced wildly in the air, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

As this terrifying eight-headed monster completely emerged from the water, a desperate and terrifying aura, like a huge black curtain, quickly enveloped the originally peaceful land, making all living things feel the approach of death and the spread of fear.

When the eight-headed beast emerged from the lake, its eight thick and powerful tails were like eight huge whips, slapping the surface of the lake fiercely. Every slap created waves several feet high, and the lake water splashed in all directions, as if to dye the entire sky a turbid gray.

The sound was dull and powerful, like a war drum beating in the ears, making people feel frightened.

Seeing this scene, Miroku's heart was struck by lightning. A terrifying name appeared in his mind like a brand, and he shouted out uncontrollably: "Yamata no Orochi!"

This name seemed to have some kind of mysterious magic. Once it was spoken, the hearts of everyone present sank, as if a heavy rock was pressing on their chests, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Inuyasha and the others looked at each other, with horror and disbelief in their eyes. No one had expected that they would encounter the legendary Yamata no Orochi here. A deep sense of powerlessness and despair spread in everyone's hearts.

Zhao Lan's face, which was originally a little cold, was now filled with solemnity. He stared at the Yamata no Orochi in front of him, which seemed to come from the abyss of hell. The thick snake body was winding and lingering, and every scale was shining with a dark light, as if it contained endless evil power.

The aura that was so powerful that it almost made people fall into despair weighed on Zhao Lan's heart like an unshakable mountain, causing his heartbeat to speed up involuntarily.

Zhao Lan took a deep breath, and the cold air seemed to penetrate his lungs instantly, lifting his spirits.

Then, he turned around and said solemnly to the people behind him: "Leave Yamata no Orochi to me, and you go deal with Kamiya! She is the key figure in this incident, and we must get rid of her in order to completely reverse the situation.

As for this Yamata no Orochi, with its terrifying power, only I have a certain degree of confidence that I can contend with it."