Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Yamamoto's face was filled with anger and regret.

What infuriates me is why this Chinese man hasn't fallen yet. I've used almost every means at my disposal, so why is this damned guy still standing?

What he regrets is that when the second shikigami fell, he shouldn't have hesitated; he should have put aside his arrogance and fled with all his might.

The two disciples from Longhu Mountain who returned are still somewhat confused.

Did Zhang Yan take some kind of miraculous medicine? How come his Qi has recovered so quickly, and all his injuries have also healed? Could it be that we've been under an illusion?

The group of people behind Zhang Yan saw it all clearly when Zhang Yan warned the two to be careful.

His remaining Qi was rapidly restored, and his injuries were also completely healed as the Reverse Life Triple Cycle was activated.

But even though they saw it, they couldn't believe it, thinking they were just too nervous and their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Until Zhang Yan easily blocked that powerful blow.

Until the Japanese man was sent flying by a single palm strike, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Have you ever heard of the Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique allowing one to recover Qi so quickly?"

A disciple of the Tang Clan hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.

Everyone shook their heads, still looking incredulous.

Only Wugensheng laughed, first a smile, then an increasingly exaggerated one, completely disregarding the pain from his injuries.

"He had the last laugh," he said, pointing at Zhang Yan.

"No need to doubt, no need to guess, just believe him. This is Zhang Yan, this is his true method."

The crowd was somewhat confused, looking at Wugensheng as if he were a madman.

Some seemed to understand something; Zhang Yan himself possessed the ability to rapidly restore his Qi.

But they were all wrong. Wugensheng only had one method: enlightenment.

Just then, Yamamoto Ichiro spoke again, his words filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You were about to fall, you were about to be overwhelmed by the next attack, you were about to..."

"You're about to die, aren't you?"

Zhang Yan interrupted Yamamoto and spoke up.

Hearing these mocking words, Yamamoto Ichiro became even angrier.

"Why? By what right? Why?"

"Why should I? Because I want to kill all of you beasts."

Zhang Yan continued, his face full of sarcasm.

"As for why? Go down and ask your immortal. Don't forget what I said."

"Bagaya road!"

Sanben charged straight at Zhang Yan, his katana aimed directly at Zhang Yan's head.

Peng!

Yamamoto was sent flying backward again, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"You've used this trick five times already, try something new."

Seeing this, everyone finally understood.

Zhang Yan began to show weakness in order to draw all of the other party's attention to himself.

The more wounds he has, the more his opponents will think he's about to fall.

As long as his Qi decreases, his opponent will not give up on the next attack.

But as long as he doesn't fall, his opponents won't give up and will focus all their efforts on finding a way to defeat him, and then the children will be safe.

Another point is that Zhang Yan needs to find out the details of his opponent to prevent any strange or unsavory methods that could harm the child.

How could this beast possibly understand such a thing? According to him, what right does he have to understand it?

"Ah ah ah."

Yamamoto roared, and the talisman on his steel hand lit up.

Two giant wolves appeared, and these wolves were even larger and more robust than the ones they had just seen.

Moreover, these two giant wolves had a metallic sheen all over their bodies, clearly indicating that they had undergone careful modification.

Can this... possibly stop it?

As everyone worried, the two giant wolves charged straight at them.

Then look at Zhang Yan, who, instead of retreating, advanced, his hands as smooth as jade, slapping straight down at their heads.

boom!

boom!

With two loud bangs, the two giant wolves suddenly stopped in front of Zhang Yan.

Then the hard head, like shattered porcelain, cracked inch by inch, from which wrinkled talismans drifted out.

"You've used this trick before!"

As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, he struck out with a palm.

Yamamoto Ichiro flew out, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Deng Deng Deng!

Deng Deng Deng!

Just now.

A jumble of footsteps came from behind them. When they turned around, their expressions immediately turned grim.

Dozens of Japanese soldiers were seen rushing towards them, followed by many of their own men.

The Japanese have come to rescue their master, but what about the children caught in the middle?

"Hahaha, is there any point in you guarding this place?"

Yamamoto Ichiro stood up, saw this scene, burst into laughter, and then gave the order.

“Kill these people at all costs, then kill all the children in the stone chamber.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's eyes widened in fury, and he turned to charge at the group of Japanese soldiers.

A flash of light, and the blade slashed straight at Zhang Yan's back, leaving a long gash.

"Your opponent is me!"

Yamamoto gripped his katana tightly and grinned as he spoke.

Zizizi!

A bright flash of lightning appeared at the corner of the cave, and at the same time, a voice was heard.

"Brother Zhang Yan, focus on the enemy. Leave these bastards to me."

"They were already at their last gasp, but I don't know why they didn't flee, but instead charged here desperately."

Zhang Zhiwei appeared at the corner, holding lightning in his hand.

"it is good!"

Zhang Yan turned around and forced Yamamoto back with a punch, answering without hesitation.

Zhang Yan had complete confidence in Zhang Zhiwei.

"Lord Yamamoto, we...we have lost."

The leading warrior, covered in wounds, knelt on one knee and spoke.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Upon hearing this, Yamamoto cursed aloud, but understanding his subordinate's intention, he spoke up.

"Since that's all there is to it, let's die for the sake of the family."

"Hi!"

Upon hearing this, the fleeing Japanese all lowered their heads in response.

Then they each took out a dagger from their bodies and plunged it heavily into their hearts.

Puff puff!

Before Zhang Zhiwei and Xu Xin's groups could even make a move, all the Japanese soldiers had already fallen to the ground.

what's the situation?

call!

call!

A chilling wind swept through the passageway, sending shivers down one's spine.

As the eerie wind swept through, all the Japanese corpses on the ground withered away.

In a very short time, they turned into skeletons, including the two Japanese samurai who had died earlier.

Woohoo!

Black particles emerged from their bodies and rushed towards Yamamoto Ichiro with the eerie wind.

Yamamoto opened his mouth wide, his cheeks torn to his ears, and swallowed the gust of cold wind in one gulp.

Then his body swelled up, and his face began to change noticeably, mostly resembling that of a giant wolf.

He used his steel claws to scratch his chest, leaving five deep wounds.

But before the wound could bleed, it healed rapidly.

His eyes had turned completely black, and the countless screams in his mind drove him mad and furious.

"You think you have special abilities? Die! Die! All of you, die!"

Seeing his frenzied state and sensing the anger within him, Zhang Yan felt a stirring in his heart.

Heart fire?