Killing as Soon as He Got Off the Plane

"A ghost!!!"

The roar of the Siam martial artist in the forest was just the beginning.

Soon, gasps of shock in various languages rang out.

If it were just an ordinary ghost, these martial artists wouldn't have anything to fear.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of ghosts three parts out of ten, and ghosts are afraid of people seven parts out of ten. What they fear most are these martial artists with strong yang energy and fierce appearances.

Anyone who dares to come to this forest and try their luck can easily defeat two or three ghosts by simply picking them out and showing off their skills, making them flee in disarray.

As for Chachai, he is not only skilled in martial arts, but also proficient in many folk magic tricks and knows his strengths and what to avoid.

Even though he couldn't cast spells directly with Mind Power mind, with the help of the yang energy in his blood, seven or eight ordinary ghostly Great Han couldn't get close to him.

But----

That's fucking too many!!

Most people would only notice that the sunset glow above the sea of trees had become even dimmer.

But to those with truly discerning eyes, tens of thousands of ghostly creatures could be seen descending.

In reality, even with the increasingly frequent interaction between the Spirit Realm and the human world, it would be impossible for the Americas, under natural circumstances, to generate so many ghosts and spirits at such a high efficiency.

It's all thanks to the Collective Karma Spirit Body Contract.

Those who practice this secret contract technique do not gather their ghost soldiers after the target dies, but rather sign contracts with the target while the target is still alive.

Those foreign legions and mercenary groups who were wounded in human wars, fighting against the Spirit Realm beings, were often bedridden, suffering a fate worse than death.

Given the level of care the Americas side showed to these soldiers, they had to worry that while they were lying in bed, one day, in the blink of an eye, their liver, lungs, and kidneys would suddenly disappear.

Why can it still open its eyes even though its internal organs are gone?

Most likely, it's because unlicensed doctors are good at managing their finances and are frugal enough to use inferior anesthetics. This anesthetic just happens to become ineffective after the organ is removed, causing intense pain that makes the patient's eyeballs bulge outwards and their eyelids droop.

And then their eyes opened!

It's a man-made, unseeing death, quite a spectacle in itself.

Those who operate in the gray area, especially in the central regions of North America and parts of South America, are well aware of the rampant organ trade.

If a person dies like that, all the wealth he accumulated by working as a mercenary will be lost, and he won't be able to enjoy any of it.

Compared to these things, becoming a ghost soldier was practically a second life for them.

Therefore, wounded soldiers who were fortunate enough to be selected because of their past deeds and strong willpower were often grateful and signed the contract without hesitation.

With the help of the secret contract technique, most of these wounded soldiers, whose souls should have dissipated after death, were able to successfully transform into ghost soldiers.

These martial artists in the forest had never seen such a grand scene before.

Even in the Americas, apart from New York, it's rare to see such a large-scale operation of ghost soldiers.

"Run!"

Chachai muttered, "Run!!"

He turned around, hoisted the girl onto his shoulder, and grabbed his underling with his other hand, preparing to leap into the treetop and run away.

Forget why ghosts know how to fly, and forget why they're appearing on Mount Fuji.

Bodhisattva Yesu once said, a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall.

In situations like this, running away is the best course of action.

"Don't run!"

High in the sky, a figure suddenly accelerated its descent, as fast as a red shooting star.

When he was only a hundred meters from the ground, he suddenly stopped, and visible shockwaves spread outwards from around him.

His voice has traveled further and become even more powerful.

"There are traitors among humanity, shameless and treacherous, who have sold out the world for personal gain, colluding with demons from the Spirit Realm, and entrenched themselves in the Mount Fuji Mountains, plotting evil deeds and posing a serious threat to the safety of all humanity."

"We represent the United Nations to suppress the rebels, punish the traitors, and bring those not involved to justice. All those not involved in this matter must remain within the forest and are not permitted to leave."

Those who disobey will be condemned to life or death, and will bear no responsibility to others!

The sound waves rolled and echoed endlessly, and there were signs of avalanches on the distant mountain peaks where snow had accumulated.

Everyone within the Aokigahara Sea of Trees felt a powerful aura, their hearts raced, and their heads felt hot.

This is not an effect caused by the pressure of life.

It's radiation!

It was Chu Tianshu who secretly added the Voidless Radiation, and while speaking, he secretly channeled his energy, allowing it to permeate and expand layer by layer.

At this moment, all living beings within the Tree Sea area are actually bathed in the Grand Void Radiation, and naturally, they will inevitably experience minor symptoms such as dry mouth and tongue, and feverish head.

They didn't know it was the effect of radiation; Zhongdu found it hard to believe, but their steps honestly stopped.

Jon landed next to Chu Tianshu and repeated it in English.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Americas ghosts in the air had already drifted towards other areas of Mount Fuji to join the battle.

According to the confession of the High Priestess Xiama, the entire Mount Fuji area has become their lair in collusion with human traitors.

Only the Aokigahara Sea of Trees is a breeding ground they specifically reserved.

When Chu Tianshu landed, he carefully sensed the surroundings and confirmed that the sea of trees was indeed the most chaotic place for various cultivation auras.

Clearly, the people here come from diverse backgrounds, and none of them have recently pledged allegiance to the Flame Demon, so they haven't been tainted by any of the ritualistic auras associated with this lineage.

Just as these people in the sea of trees were shocked, hesitant, and slowed their pace...

Fighting has begun in other parts of the Mount Fuji region.

Hohohoho!!

The propellers made a loud whistling sound as they cut through the air.

Hidden among the mountains were quite a few armed helicopters. They took off immediately, their machine guns opening fire and strafing the ghostly figures in the sky.

While these things cannot harm ghosts, they still pose a certain threat to the Americas gentry who carry the Soul-Summoning Banner.

They were taken aback by the sight.

"They actually have this level of armed force?!"

Adams erupted in fury, "Without any reason, without any prior notice or news, what's the point of deploying such a force in the Mount Fuji Mountains? They are truly traitors to humanity!"

As he spoke, Adams waved the Soul-Summoning Banner, and sixteen ghostly hands stretched out from behind him.

Eight hands on the left, eight hands on the right, all palms fully open, perfectly symmetrical.

The slender, ghostly hands formed a pair of eerie blue wings. With the slightest movement, a surge of yin energy would rush forth, propelling Adams ' body into nimble flight.

His suit and tie were straightened by the wind in the air, and he made several sharp turns before falling to the ground.

The other Americas gentry followed suit, all avoiding the range of helicopter fire.

Some of the ghosts had already opened fire on the helicopter; the Spirit Body bullets penetrated the protective shields and killed the pilot inside.

The anti-aircraft machine gun operators on the ground were quickly eliminated by experienced Americas Ghost snipers, creating a small no-go zone.

Gunfire was everywhere; there was fighting everywhere.

The fierce, agitated gunfire came from the Fusang, while the more ethereal gunfire came from ghosts.

The monks and warriors have also joined the battle; they are the main force in killing the ghosts.

However, these ghosts had no physical form, drifted around like lightning, and corresponded with each other, vaguely forming a formation.

The guns and cannons, which are only possessed by a few ghosts, are used to their maximum effect with the aid of the formation.

One after another, the samurai were hit by the Spirit Body bullets. They appeared to be unharmed, but black blood suddenly flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed to the ground.

The magical barrier techniques of the monks shone brightly under these circumstances.

Spirit Body bullets are actually far less lethal to them than physical bullets.

Looking out over the vast forests of the Mount Fuji Mountains, blue gunfire roared like ribbons of light.

Hundreds of moving golden light shields, topped with these eerie blue specks, charged in all directions.

What's going on?

Standing beside the crater, Xiong Zuoqu looked flustered as he faced the battlefield.

He couldn't understand why there were so many Americas ghosts, so without saying a word, he flew over.

Did the Americas really offer no resistance at all?

Even if Chu Tianshu had Mortal Transcendence Great Accomplishment and cultivated a Leakless state, even if he represented the attitude of the entire Special Investigation Bureau.

The Americas should be the ones trying to stop them from interfering in Fusang.

With the resources and capabilities of the Audit Bureau, they could easily hold off Chu Tianshu if they so desired.

"Bear Constellation!!"

Two elderly men in kimonos leaped up the mountain and shouted urgently, "Quickly, invite the Duke out!"

"Their offensive is too fierce, they're hunting and killing everywhere, they're attacking from all sides. The loyal and elite troops we've painstakingly built up over the years are almost unable to withstand it."

Another elderly man, heartbroken, stamped his foot and said, "I just heard Chinese! Behind these Americas ghosts are the despicable Chinese—"

Squeak!!!

His words came to an abrupt end.

His companion, who was about five meters away from him, and the bear demon, who was about thirty meters in front of him, both clearly heard his bones creak and his joints break apart.

The loose-fitting kimono was stretched to its limit in an instant.

The old man in the kimono had his limbs stretched out, and every bone in his fingers and toes was pulling on his skin, making it appear transparent.

At that moment, his face stretched out like a combination of a horse and a crocodile, with all the joints of his head appearing disassembled and enlarged.

The source of all the excruciating pain was a finger pointing at his back.

Sizzle!!!

The old dog's body was torn into more than two hundred pieces, which scattered and flew everywhere.

A wisp of smoke rose from Chu Tianshu's fingers, which was then blown away by the wind.

"Western devils killing Japanese devils, I originally wanted to watch a little longer before making my move."

Chu Tianshu spoke regretfully.

"But you scum, you're such a spoilsport."

The gaunt old man, more than five meters away, trembled and roared.

"Jade shattered!!"

With a roar, his sword was drawn; the narrow blade, as if possessing a magnetic force, drew away the dust particles in the air as it swept past.

However, this swift slash struck Chu Tianshu's palm, and the blade shattered into dust without hesitation.

Chu Tianshu suddenly spread his five fingers wide and grabbed.

The gaunt old man was squeezed by a tremendous force, his limbs retracted, and his head collapsed.

With a loud bang, he was crushed into a suspended lump of flesh, blood shooting out as if from between the fingers of an invisible hand, splattering all over the ground.

"Broken? I'll make sure you don't break."

Chu Tianshu remotely controlled the lump of flesh, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the bear demon, his left wrist suddenly flicking.

The mass of flesh shot through the air, blasting through the atmosphere.

In an instant, millions of dust particles were stirred up from the snow.

With no way to Xiong Zuoqu changed drastically. He stretched his back and straightened his body, instantly transforming into a bear.

Roar!!

Beside the volcano, on the snow.

The enormous, bear-shaped black shadow sprang up, opened its blood-red maw, and with lightning speed, bit into the lump of flesh.