Chapter 1578: Chapter 933: Blood Guanyin (Part 2)
At this moment, Nalan Shuo and the Japanese Apostle Curse Blade had been staring at each other from a distance for a long time, yet neither intended to make a move—indeed, they remained perfectly still.
If someone were to stand in front of Nalan Shuo or Curse Blade right now, they would see that both were in a terrifying state, with bizarre expressions and pupils that had disappeared, leaving only eerie whites.
Both of them.
This appearance was exactly like the expression on the Blood Guanyin Statue, as if they were shells from which the soul had been extracted.
Meanwhile, in Nalan Shuo’s perspective, the world had completely changed. Before him, there was no longer a landscape of dark soil and dead forest; even comrades and opponents were all gone.
Under his feet was red soil emitting a rancid odor, and with each step, black-red foul blood seeped out. This land was a burial ground for countless corpses in the aftermath of a massacre.
Just after Yang Xiao was dragged into the Japanese woman’s space, Nalan Shuo planned to strike at this Curse Blade. However, unexpectedly, with just a simple exchange of glances, he was drawn into this bloody world.
During this time, he encountered all sorts of strange events, but fortunately, he overcame them one by one.
Now, not far from Nalan Shuo, a pair of cold eyes were watching him—yes, it was the East Japan Ninja Curse Blade.
Using his ability, he had trapped Nalan Shuo’s mind in his own blood-colored world, a world whose intricacies only he understood. It wasn’t purely an Illusion Technique; it was a complex and ever-changing world.
This world wasn’t inherently lethal, requiring cooperation with another Magic Artifact he possessed. However, the troubling part was that this other Magic Artifact was ineffective against this man in front of him.
It was a tattered old kite. When thrown at an enemy, the kite would entangle them with the string it dragged behind, and then carry them away to who knows where. But strangely, he had used it twice on this man, and each time the kite circled above this man’s head but refused to attack, as if it couldn’t sense his presence.
He could see him with the naked eye, yet the Magic Artifact couldn’t perceive him. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
This also confirmed for him that there was something peculiar about this man; he might be the most troublesome one on the opposing team.
Unclear about the situation outside, Curse Blade decided not to drag this out any longer; he needed to resolve this quickly. He judged that "Shadow Spider’s" battle should be nearing the end as well.
He had great confidence in his teammate "Shadow Spider’s" strength. Although the boy who ambushed him was also unusual, over the years, many extraordinary talents had fallen at their hands.
His only concern was with Poison Man and Half Ghost. The man and woman fighting them weren’t ordinary either, working together with impeccable coordination and complementary abilities. In a prolonged battle, Poison Man and Half Ghost might not be their match.
He needed to deal with this man first, then team up with "Shadow Spider" to eliminate the remaining opposition, especially that Yi Sect woman hiding at the back. Last time, she narrowly escaped, nearly spoiling everything, and he needed this woman to answer to that person.
Originally, his nature was to disdain cooperation with outsiders, especially those from that sect. But now, he had no choice; circumstances dictated otherwise. Their original entry point had collapsed, leaving them unable to return and forcing them to seek that person’s help to lead them out.
He had made up his mind that once they left the Secret Realm and were confirmed safe, he would immediately join forces with "Shadow Spider" to get rid of that guy.
This whole time, it was that person giving orders, and he had had enough.
How could the ninjas of Japan’s Iga Sect endure such a disgrace? If word got back to the island, they would likely have to commit seppuku to atone before the Sect Leader.
"I’ll use your blood to nourish my blood-enriched soil," Curse Blade muttered lowly, his eerie tone resembling the chant of an elegy.
"Patter."
"Patter."
A mentally tense Nalan Shuo suddenly heard footsteps, as if someone was treading through bloody water, steadily approaching him.
Soon, he saw a figure appear, but he couldn’t see clearly, as the person carried a large black umbrella that was held low, obscuring their face and much of their upper body.
He could only discern from the person’s attire that it was a man, and a man of considerable taste, likely someone older.
Yet inexplicably, he felt an intense familiarity with the person, a familiarity so profound that even a distant glance at their back would be recognizable.
But what was more strange was that given this level of familiarity, he should have already recognized the person, yet he hadn’t.
Figures flashed through his mind one by one, something beyond his control, as he tried to find a face in his memory that matched the person before him.
The figure drew closer, the black umbrella gradually lifted, exposing more of the body. Suddenly, Nalan Shuo’s heart trembled, feeling an inexplicable horror, as if the face beneath the umbrella would drag him into an unmentionable memory.
"Who are you?!" Unable to hold back any longer, Nalan Shuo demanded fiercely.
Simultaneously, Nalan Shuo instinctively stepped back, trying to distance himself from the person.
"I’m asking you a question!" Nalan Shuo roared angrily, "Who on earth are you?!"
