He Yuzhu returns in Siheyuan

Chapter 630: Violent Invasion

"Something's wrong..." the commander muttered to himself, "That place is clearly our Japanese territory, why did they occupy it? This is simply a blatant provocation to us!" He became angrier and angrier, and decided that he could not sit idly by, so he ordered: "Come on, call the deputy commander over!"

The deputy commander was secretly delighted when he heard the summons. In fact, his thoughts coincided with the commander's, but he was not the decision maker at the moment, so he had been holding back.

The deputy commander hurried to the commander's tent and asked respectfully, "I wonder why the commander summoned me?"

The commander stared at him and said sternly: "Move the troops to me! I must take back our own territory. It's ours, and no one can take it away!"

The deputy commander was delighted. He had been waiting for this order for a long time. So, he did not hesitate to mobilize his troops and prepare to launch a battle to retake the lost territory. After all, he was still somewhat confident in his abilities, and he could not care less now.

The second brother came over, his expression seemed to be suppressing his inner excitement. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by the fourth brother. The fourth brother's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring straight at his back, and said in a low voice: "They are all here, be careful."

The second brother nodded slightly, with a bitter smile on his face: "Okay, why are you so nagging now?"

He turned his gaze towards the teams coming from Xianghe, his eyes full of expectation and determination: "Let these Japanese see your true strength."

Upon hearing this, the Xianghe people took out a black pill and swallowed it without hesitation. The pill melted in their mouths, and their eyes quickly turned red, as if they had lost their minds. They roared like wild beasts and rushed towards the battlefield.

Although the Japanese on the opposite side had an instinctive fear of death at first, under the influence of the hostility, they began to become fearless.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce, with Lao Er fighting against the Japanese leader and deputy leader alone. At first, they could clearly recognize who their opponents were, but as time went on, their eyes began to become confused, and in the end, they even started to attack their own people.

The second brother did not expect that the power of this formation was so great, while the fourth brother quietly watched the people from the inland sects. Although they did not often attack, anyone who approached the formation was ruthlessly repelled by them.

Lao Si finally felt relieved. He stood there quietly, watching the time passing by with a serious look. Although these Xianghe warriors had taken special drugs to improve their combat capabilities, their strength was still limited when facing those crazy attackers who were not afraid of death.

Lao Si looked at these loyal subordinates with deep eyes and said firmly: "I leave this to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he resolutely led his men to rush to the battlefield. He knew that they only had three hours, and they had to complete the arrangement of the formation within this time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

The joining of Lao Si undoubtedly brought a turning point to the battlefield. His toughness and determination reduced a lot of pressure. After all, Lao Si was known for not leaving anyone alive.

However, three hours seemed longer than three years. Just as everyone was getting anxious, the veteran old man walked out slowly and said in a deep voice, "Okay, you can go now."

The fourth brother frowned and looked at the old man worriedly: "Can you do it alone?"

The old man waved his hand lightly, and the Japanese immediately lost their ability to move. The old man said calmly: "Okay, you can go. I will give you two hours to leave Japan. I can only control you for this long."

The fourth brother nodded, his trust and gratitude towards the old man were beyond words. He led the remaining three Xianghe people and the old man's junior brother and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, the elder's junior brother bowed deeply to his senior brother, expressing his respect and gratitude to him. Then, they set out on their farewell journey, embarking on a new journey with firm beliefs and unknown fate.

After they left, the old man's eyes slowly fell on the complex and mysterious formation in front of him. A gleam of interest flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Interesting."

After saying this, he slowly raised his hands, unbuttoned his clothes, and took off his clothes slowly, revealing his chest that was still strong despite the traces of time. Then, he slightly separated his feet, stood firmly in a horse stance, and danced with his hands like flowing water, sometimes turning quickly, sometimes pressing down slowly, a series of movements were coherent and smooth, as if he was communicating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.

After a moment, the old man suddenly shouted, stretched out his hand and grabbed it fiercely, as if to grasp the invisible force. At this moment, the formation that was originally suspended in the air and emitting strange light was pulled by a strong suction force, quickly contracted, and then disappeared. The next second, the formation appeared on the old man's body, and streams of light flickered on his body, like a smart elf.

Suddenly, a large amount of thick black air like ink surged from all directions, like a wolf smelling its prey, and pounced on the old man frantically. The old man's stomach swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to burst. Soon, the old man was completely surrounded by the black air, and only a vague figure could be seen struggling in it. The black air kept surging, as if it was going to devour the old man.

Just when the old man's forehead was bulging with veins from the pain and he was almost unable to bear it, the raging black energy slowly receded like a tide.

On the other side, the Japanese were not destroyed, but were immobilized as if under a spell, unable to move, and could only watch the incredible scene in front of them. Their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of fear and disbelief.

The old man looked down at himself, who had returned to his youthful appearance of more than 20 years old. His muscles were tight and full of strength, as if every inch of his skin was cheering for joy. He clenched his fists excitedly, feeling the surging power in his body, and laughed loudly: "Interesting, it seems that I have accomplished what the hundreds of leaders of my Demon Sect have failed to accomplish. Is this the legendary rejuvenation?"

After saying this, the old man could not suppress his excitement. He turned his head to look at the mountain on the side and punched it. The wind from his fist whistled and the air trembled, but the mountain did not move at all. The old man looked at the mountain with a puzzled look on his face, frowning, and said to himself: "No, I haven't fully mastered this power yet?"