Besides the Yellow Weasel, there were twelve towering Dog Demons in total.
This number matched the memories left behind by his predecessor fairly closely.
Leaving aside the old, the weak, women, and children, the enemy could dominate the region with just this elite force of demons, reigning like kings and keeping the eight hundred soldiers of Baiyun County from daring to leave the city, while hundreds of constables trembled in fear.
And yet, they were the least notable of the several major Demon Race forces.
"I didn't think you'd come, much less that you'd stand in front of me like this."
On the enormous sedan chair, the Yellow Weasel lazily lifted its head and looked down from above. It picked at the dirt beneath its nails. "Since you're here, I might as well ask you something."
As it spoke, its hoarse voice remained utterly calm. Only its eyes shifted slightly.
"Do you have any sons? I've lost two. I only had..." It counted on its fingers, irritation flashing through its eyes.
"I can't remember... I didn't like them much, but suddenly being short two still feels a little unpleasant."
"It's strange. Why did they both disappear in places under your jurisdiction?"
"For old times' sake, since you used to show me such respect, give me an explanation and I'll leave your corpse intact."
With that, it lay back down. The elite Dog Demons beneath it curled their lips, baring their chilling fangs.
"..."
Shen Yi tightened his grip on the hilt and answered with action.
He stepped forward abruptly, putting his strength behind both hands. In an instant, he was upon the Dog Demon at the front. By the time its pupils contracted, his blade had already slipped silently into its heart.
Squelch!
The whole thing happened as fast as a thunderclap. Only after he let out his first breath did the other Dog Demons react, their roars resounding throughout the village!
The sedan chair borne by twelve demons finally rocked.
The Yellow Weasel propped itself up and looked down, meeting Shen Yi's gaze. His clear eyes held neither sorrow nor joy, only a fierce killing intent.
It leaned over the edge of the sedan chair. Its eyes, hidden beneath folds of drooping skin, glinted with equal menace as it let out a low, gurgling growl.
"So that's how you killed my son?"
"Now you want to kill me too!"
As it spoke, its massive body shot into the air, blotting out the sky. The flesh hanging from its arms like sacks quivered violently, followed by a palm strike powerful enough to split a mountain!
The other Dog Demons set down the sedan chair and hunched over, saliva dripping between their fangs as they roared and blocked every avenue of escape.
As the Yellow Weasel's fleshy paw came crashing down, Shen Yi shifted again and unleashed the Spirit Snake Eight Steps, refined to the pinnacle of perfection.
Before him stood an impenetrable wall of demons, yet he strolled through them with leisurely ease.
As the massive body slammed into the ground, Shen Yi swung his blade backhanded and sliced off the head of another Dog Demon.
In his eyes, these so-called "elites"—who did nothing but howl and attack by instinct—were riddled with openings. They were nowhere near as formidable as the Ape Demon he'd encountered the other day.
In the space of a few short moments, two lives had been taken.
The Yellow Weasel's strike missed, and its former languor vanished. "Get out of my way!"
It roared. Its bulky frame was far nimbler than it looked, and it swung its fist back for another crushing blow. This time, crimson Blood Baleful Intent surged across its skin. It was clearly furious.
At the Yellow Weasel's command, the other Dog Demons stopped moving and made way for it.
But that only made Shen Yi's blade move more freely. His figure flickered like a ghost as he stayed close to the Dog Demons, opening their throats one after another.
The Yellow Weasel, meanwhile, had to worry about hitting its own people as it attacked. Its movements were constrained, and when another punch missed, a frenzy rose in its heart.
Three... six... eight!
Demons were naturally slow to reproduce, and some never developed intelligence while others died before reaching adulthood. In the end, only the strongest survived.
After all these years, it had amassed just over a dozen descendants. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them were dead.
As two more Dog Demons fell to the slaughtering blade, Shen Yi turned his back to the Yellow Weasel and slowly drew out his long saber.
"Die!"
The Yellow Weasel roared and charged forward, its massive arms sweeping two Dog Demons blocking its path along with it.
Squelch! Squelch!
The remaining Dog Demons stared up in a daze, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Steel blades had pierced their bellies from behind, impaling them like two skewered gourds.
"Can you remember how many sons you have now?"
Standing behind the two demons with his blade held at his side, Shen Yi looked at the dazed Yellow Weasel. A chilling smile tugged at the corner of his bloodstained, pale lips.
A few villagers in the settlement raised their heads. Though they had endured every kind of hardship life could bring,
when they saw the scene before them, they clutched their own hands even tighter, shivering with dread.
The young constable, slender by comparison, still stood bolt upright. At his feet lay a field of horrifying severed limbs. One by one, the heads of the demon dogs had rolled into the ditches, their faces twisted into grotesque snarls.
The parched earth had been irrigated with blood and turned dark red. A stench of blood hung over the entire village.
One man, one blade. From where he stood, the ground ahead had become a ghostly hell, while behind him the village remained just as it had been.
The terrifying, hulking demon dog panted, its folds of fat trembling.
Shen Yi slowly aimed his blade at the Yellow Weasel's brow and tilted his head. "I thought you liked this sort of thing."
If it didn't, why tear people apart into dozens of pieces and scatter them carelessly across courtyards?
The Yellow Weasel raised its head and suddenly let out a hissing laugh. "They're all dead. I suppose that makes things easier."
As it spoke, the folds of flesh on its body quivered in a strange rhythm. Crimson Killing Intent surged from its skin, denser than mist, instantly engulfing everything around them.
Everything the crimson Killing Intent touched, whether corpses or blood, began to sizzle and dissolve. In the blink of an eye, it melted into pus and ran across the ground.
Seeing this, Shen Yi did not panic.
He had been prepared for this. If the other party was a great demon who had transcended the ordinary, how could it know only a few martial techniques?
With each breath, the five major apertures within his body began to circulate. Crimson-tinged white mist clung to his skin. The moment it touched the Killing Intent, it was like water meeting fire, vanishing at an alarming rate!
He wasted no time.
Shen Yi stepped forward again and swung his long saber down with all his strength!
Ssshh—
The blade landed at the center of the Yellow Weasel's neck and shoulder. Carrying the breath of heaven and earth, it tore through the demon's flesh like paper, carving a massive gash from its shoulder all the way to its belly.
In the next instant, Killing Intent ten times denser than before burst from the wound.
The Yellow Weasel's head drooped, its neck bones clamping down on the blade. It lunged viciously at Shen Yi, as if trying to knead him into its body.
"..."
Shen Yi released the hilt.
His five fingers clenched tight, and he threw a plain, unadorned punch!
Under the force of his fist, the Yellow Weasel's folds of fat rippled like waves!
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