On the windswept hillside,
Yamamoto Ichiro's mouth was stained with fresh blood.
His face was deathly pale as he stared at the silent night sky.
"Mr. Yamamoto, you… are you alright?"
Having regained consciousness, Ning Bingcai, supported by Ning Changfeng, came over.
He looked at him with a worried expression.
Just now, a gush of fresh blood had sprayed out.
The sight had given both father and son a shock.
In the wilderness full of desolate graves,
the scene seemed even more eerie.
"Damn it, my Shikigami has been injured… Which blind fool dare harm my Shikigami!"
Yamamoto Ichiro clenched his fists and roared furiously.
As an Onmyoji, he was one with his Shikigami.
Therefore, he could fully empathize with the pain his Shikigami was suffering.
"Could it be Meng Yao's lover? That kid can really fight; he took out several of my men."
Ning Changfeng immediately thought of Lin Fan.
The thought of his horrifying combat abilities sent chills down his spine.
