Demon Progenitor Development Project

Before Ren Guang arrived, Ji Guoyan Sheng had already sent someone to inform him.

The team to exterminate the wild beasts has been assembled and will depart tomorrow night.

As night fell the following day, a solemn and tense atmosphere permeated the gates of Ciwu City.

A fully armed column of warriors stood in neat rows, holding torches high, the blazing flames dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Amidst the flickering firelight, one could see these warriors clad in heavy armor, wielding sharp weapons, their faces revealing determination and courage.

With a command from the team leader, the team set off with firm steps toward the mountains outside the city.

The torchlight filtered through the dense branches, casting eerie and distorted shadows, as if a group of menacing demons were lurking in the darkness, watching them.

Every samurai had a solemn expression, a tense face, and a highly taut nerve. Even the slightest sound of wind or rustling of leaves was enough to alert them and cause a small commotion.

Darkness is a fear etched deep into the human gene pool.

Under the leadership of their lord, Tsugikuni Yoshikatsu, the entire group moved forward slowly in close formation.

Ji Guoyan Sheng was tall and upright, with sharp eyes like a hawk. His eyes darted around, vigilantly scanning the surrounding environment.

Despite being at the very front of the group—a position undoubtedly fraught with danger—he showed no fear, instead exuding a reassuring air of authority.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man dressed in hunter's attire was carefully lying on the ground, meticulously examining the marks left on the ground.

His movements were gentle and practiced, as if he were afraid of missing any subtle clue.

Sometimes he would lean close to the ground and gently touch the indistinct footprints with his fingers; other times he would pick up a small handful of animal droppings and sniff them, trying to discern useful information from them.

Before long, the hunter seemed to have made a major discovery.

He stood up nimbly and quickly parted a thicket of bushes in front of him.

In that instant, several huge and clear claw prints appeared before everyone's eyes.

These claw marks were deeply embedded in the soil, appearing exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.

The atmosphere instantly became more tense.

"Roar--"

A deafening roar like that of a tiger rang out.

The hunter's pupils activated as he stared in terror at the colossal beast he had never seen before.

(Fun fact: The reason why there are no tigers in the local area is thanks to the Japanese envoys to Tang Dynasty, who made them aware of the existence of tigers.)

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a colossal, bizarre-looking beast appeared before them.

This behemoth looks like a tiger at first glance, but it has many differences from a tiger. Its body is several times larger than that of an ordinary tiger, resembling a moving hill.

Those sharp canine teeth, like two rows of gleaming daggers, protruded abruptly from the corners of his mouth, sending chills down one's spine.

Thick saliva slowly trickled down between his teeth, dripping onto the ground, as if foreshadowing a bloody massacre about to unfold.

The giant beast's enormous, bell-like eyes gleamed with greed as it stared intently at the trembling humans before it, like a starving wolf eyeing a plump lamb, its mouth watering.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Humans have always had a stronger fear of the unknown.

A series of exclamations came from the samurai ranks.

These warriors were the elite of the nation, and they still had strength left to fight the behemoth. They focused their hearts and voices in a counterattack.

Several warriors wielding shields stepped forward and charged towards the lunging beast.

With a deafening crash, the samurai fell heavily to his knees, his face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged out from the extreme force, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the man and his shield were crushed into a pile of minced meat by the giant beast.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was terrifying, but Jiguo Yansheng remained relatively calm.

Or rather, he had to remain calm. He was the leader, and if he panicked, the battle would be over!

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then shouted, "It's just a slightly larger wild beast! Don't panic!"

Seeing this, Kokushige knew that this was not a behemoth that could be dealt with by force alone, and that other methods would have to be used.

This is the nation's most elite warrior force; we cannot afford to lose them here!

He shouted loudly while methodically directing everyone to get moving.

"Quickly prepare some oil! We need to use fire to drive this beast away!"

Upon hearing his command, the previously panicked and bewildered people gradually came to their senses and followed his instructions to retrieve the kerosene barrels they had brought.

It takes time.

Upon seeing this, Jiguo Yansheng drew his long sword, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

He moved with light steps, and in a few strides he rushed to the giant beast.

He shouted loudly, raised his long sword high, and slashed down fiercely at the tiger.

The giant beast immediately slammed its front paws forward, striking with its signature cat-like punch.

Unfortunately, Geum Gakki feinted and dodged to the side, his face getting scraped and stinging.

The feint successfully tricked the giant beast into using its attack.

Before the opponent could react, Kokushikatsu drew his sword again and slashed at the giant beast.

The force that hindered the blade made Ji Guo and Yan Sheng change color.

This means that the thickness of the giant beast's fur far exceeded what Jiguo Yansheng had anticipated.

As expected, the giant beast only suffered minor cuts and no blood came out.

Jiguo Yansheng's heart sank, and he had no choice but to start wandering around, occasionally leaving scratches on the giant beast.

Several samurai also stepped forward to stall for time, just like their patriarch, but many were struck by the giant beast, their internal organs shattered, and they died on the spot.

"Huchihuchi..."

High-speed movement increases the demand for oxygen.

Jiguo Yansheng looked at the giant beast in front of him with resentment.

This is not something that can be solved by differences in swordsmanship.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

If Yoriichi encountered this, what would he do?

Can he defeat this behemoth?