Transformed into the leader of an esoteric sect in Japan

Just when Fujiwara no Keroko seemed about to defeat the King of Blaze effortlessly, from a dozen helicopters high in the sky, Shibasaki's "sentencing" had reached its final stage, but the target of his sentencing was not Fujiwara no Keroko.

Instead, she was protected by countless moth-like creatures. The girl, who had been almost completely devoured by another moth, was half withered and half dying, like a dying tree, waiting in silence for eternal slumber.

“Mercy can only be found in the shadows, therefore there is no mercy in judgment; judgment only opens the path to silence.” Chai Qi’s eyes, and the eyes of the Akita dog beside him, were transparent like glass. Transparent liquid flowed from the corners of their eyes, and their pupils reflected an incredibly bright light like glass beads.

Catch the glassy teardrops with both hands and casually toss these shimmering teardrops down from the air.

Dozens of teardrops, as if alive, flew toward the girl being devoured by moths. Each teardrop surged with a cold yet bright power of light—this was Chai Qi's verdict.

Just as Muko was about to sever the entire right arm of the King of Blaze, she seemed to sense something, angrily stopped her attack, and turned around without hesitation to fly towards the withered girl who was about to be bathed in glass tears.

As if teleporting, she appeared beside the withered girl. Eight wings spread behind her, and with a gloomy expression, she did not hesitate to use her own body to protect the withered girl.

As the glass tears were about to fall upon her, the enraged King of Blaze gave Kage no chance to catch her breath. Ignoring the scars Kage had torn across his body, the King of Blaze's eyes shone with a light more intense than the sun beneath his crimson-gold mask. Behind his head, a black crown shaped like the sun emanated from his head. Golden flames condensed into a spear tens of meters long. The King of Blaze raised the spear high above his head and hurled it fiercely toward Fujiwara Kage!

The spear of Yuri Flame pierced through the crown of the black sun, stained with the darkness of black matter, like the judgment of the end times. The entangled black flames and the holy golden flames, the holy spear that tore through the sky, shot out towards Fujiwara no Kageko, who had nowhere to hide!

Both Chai Qi and the King of Yang Yan abandoned their attacks on the incredibly agile Mu Zi herself, and instead began to attack the other half of her body that was being devoured by the Chosen One. The purpose of this operation was not to kill Mu Zi, but to kill the exposed Chosen One so that the future Wu Quan Zi could descend in an even more incomplete form.

In order for the Chosen One's devouring to proceed smoothly, Muko had to personally protect her other self as the Chosen One. If the Chosen One were killed, even if she did destroy the King of Blazing Sun, she would have lost the war.

With eyes full of venomous resentment, Muko didn't even glance at the approaching Yuri Flame Spear behind her. Behind her, eight wings were spread to their limit, blood-red mist filled the air, and moths gathered to form an impenetrable iron wall, followed by layers of forest vines forming a defensive line... Muko now had nowhere to hide.

At that very moment, another sharp gunshot rang out, like a death knell.

No, it wasn't just one shot, but dozens of shots, fired almost simultaneously.

The scarred lieutenant, who had been waiting in the wings, finally made his move on his target.

The Grim Reaper's Eye opened! Thirty-two bullets were fired from the Spear of Conflict almost simultaneously!

P.S., finally an update is out! It's so hard, typing feels like constipation to me now.

PS2, I think I passed the medical exam. Now I just need to wait for the background check. I hope I can get the job this time.

Chapter 139, Section 141: Theresa's Distant Dream

Thousands of blue butterflies fluttered about, creating a beautiful and dreamlike scene. However, this was a maze created by Lady Fujiwara using the power of moths. Part of it was formed from the disintegration of the High Priest of the Age of Gods, while the rest was a completely fabricated illusion. If one were to venture into it rashly, one would surely be bewitched or even led into a trap.

The glass maiden summoned by Asakura radiated a strange, glacial glow. With each step she took, blades seemed to grow, and she wielded a semi-transparent, invisible blade, slashing repeatedly at the air. The invisible blades of glacial flame intertwined with the fluttering butterflies, scattering scales and sparks. The tidal wave of butterflies seemed to be trying to drown the scorching glacial flame with their bodies, plunging everything into a dense darkness. They lost their way, unable to even distinguish east from west, north from south, surrounded by thousands or even tens of thousands of these dark blue butterflies. If they couldn't defeat the swarm, Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki would definitely not be able to escape to find Kureko.

What's even more worrying is that Lady Fujiwara herself is also hidden deep within the butterfly swarm. No one knows how she will launch her next attack under the cover of the butterflies. As a member of the Generation of Gods, almost no one has ever seen her make a move. What kind of abilities Lady Fujiwara possesses, and what kind of power she will use to launch her attack, are completely unknown to Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki.

Although each of these fluttering butterflies contained potent poison, they posed little threat. The girl in the mirror could easily eliminate them. However, Kurosawa Shizuki believed that these seemingly inexhaustible butterflies were merely a disguise and cover summoned by Lady Fujiwara. The sacrifice of three high priests of the Shindai-kai was definitely not just to summon these weak, deceptive butterflies. Beneath the fluttering butterflies lay a far more deadly threat.

Kurosawa Shizuki was certain that it wasn't her imagination. Behind the fluttering butterflies, three blurry figures appeared, taking shape like ghosts. They resembled her shadow servants, but their physiques were somewhat similar to the three high priests of the Divine Society who had been sacrificed before.

Three twisted shadows launched a surprise attack from three directions, all wearing strange moth masks, with scarlet eyes, pale and slender bodies, and three pairs of arms. They crawled on the ground like wild beasts, making strange creaking sounds as they moved, like some kind of extremely distorted puppet. Several mirror girls who were still slaying butterflies didn't even have time to react before the three figures brushed past them, their bodies disintegrating like snow melting in the sunlight.

Three bizarre creatures, half-beast and half-human, crawled around Kurosawa Shizuki and Asakura Yuki, like three wild wolves ready to devour anyone at any moment. Compared to when they were the high priests of the Shindai-kai, Kurosawa Shizuki felt that they were a far greater threat now. Their three pairs of claws exuded a rotten and decaying curse aura, which was the power of the mutated moth.

"The shapeshifters of the Divine Society..." Asakura Yuki held the Golden Branch in her left hand and drew the Dream Shadow Cutter in her right, extremely wary. She knew very well that in the face of shapeshifters, the glass girl she controlled would have a hard time matching them without sufficient Yang Flame Power. After all, after a series of battles in the forest, she and Kurosawa Shizuki were both at their limit, yet they still had to fight against the fully prepared Fujiwara Lady, which was simply too difficult.

What worried the two even more was the ghostly figure of Lady Fujiwara, who appeared and disappeared like a ghost outside the swarm of butterflies. In Lady Fujiwara's hand, a strange little doll had appeared out of nowhere. The doll had a pair of wings on its back, a bunch of black hair wrapped around its chest, and bandages wrapped around its body. If you only looked at its face, this doll was very similar to Muko.

Lady Fujiwara held the doll in her arms, her expression full of affection and tenderness, just like a mother holding her child. However, the threat emanating from the little doll to Kurosawa Shizuki far surpassed that of any enemy present, and it even faintly exuded the aura of an immortal.

To be precise, the aura of the immortal originated from the black hair bound to the doll. This black hair probably came from Muko herself. Although Kurosawa Shizuki did not know what Lady Fujiwara wanted to do with this doll, she was certain that if they continued to passively let Lady Fujiwara continue to act, their situation would only get worse and worse.

Behind Kurosawa Shizuki, the figures of Nakamura Yukise and Takasaki Ryo appeared. In addition, a young giant snake with a strange crown on its head also hissed at a shapeshifter.

The three shapeshifters each underwent various strange changes. The first one's limbs stretched out continuously, crawling along the ground like a spider; the second one grew black scales and tentacles all over its body, and its three pairs of arms turned into sharp blades; the third one grew membranous wings on its back and rose into the air.

Kurosawa Shizuki's shadow servants and dark beasts filled the void left by Asakura Yuki Ruri's collapse and fought against the three shapeshifters. However, Kurosawa Shizuki's dark essence was depleted, and all she could do now was barely buy time.

"Do you have any ideas?" Asakura Yuki gripped the golden branch in her hand, looking extremely annoyed. "The King of Blaze is in a bad state right now, and I have to spare some attention to support Him. Lady Fujiwara here is also a real problem..."

Yuki Asakura, who excels at fighting alone, was somewhat helpless when faced with the countless butterflies summoned by Lady Fujiwara. The unpredictable power of the moths is best at bewitching and deceiving. Yuki Asakura can fight head-on and kill tangible enemies honorably, but when facing enemies lurking behind illusions, tricks, and mist, her glare is hard to use to launch an attack. After all, killing illusions is meaningless.

The only things that can break through an illusion, besides the brightest light and the strongest key, are even more powerful illusions.

“Let me give it a try. The skull I got from the woods might be of some use in this situation.”

Kurosawa Shizuki tried to summon the skull of the Crimson Death Woman. Ever since she obtained this strange, dark golden skull, Kurosawa Shizuki had felt a very strange sense of familiarity with it, as if she were reuniting with an old friend after a long separation. Even the name Theresa sounded as smooth and fluent as if she had recited it countless times in the past.

Kurosawa Shizuki looked down at the deep eye sockets in the skull in her hand. Although they were empty, she had the illusion that she was being watched by someone else. In a daze, she seemed to see another young girl who timidly opened her sea-blue eyes. Her gaze was calm and distant, as if she could see right through Kurosawa Shizuki at a glance.

Despite their extremely clear and calm gaze, Kurosawa Shizuki sensed a sharp edge and a hint of disdain hidden beneath their eyes.

Kurosawa Shizuki heard countless voices speaking in her ear, first a continuous whisper, then a plaintive cry, and finally a series of sharp screams. All other sounds around her disappeared, as if she had suddenly fallen into another world, where she heard completely unfamiliar languages. However, just like the profound Amanda language left by the compiler on the scroll, Kurosawa Shizuki could also understand these languages.

Language was like a door that was pulled open, allowing her to watch another absurd and bizarre story unfold from the perspective of someone from countless years ago. Her intense spiritual vision almost completely eroded reality in the blink of an eye.

"Hel, Hel, from bottom to top, unobstructed, Theresa, fly with me!" Kurosawa Shizuki saw the witch with outstretched arms, her long black hair swirling like seaweed behind her head, waving her arms like a bird flapping its wings in the sky. She rode a pure white sacred deer, walking through the air, across the wild plains, with a tranquil and pure white sacred mountain in the distance.

"Brothers and sisters, where do you all come from?" Under the crimson blood moon, visitors from all over this apocalypse gathered in the heavens, some riding winged horses, some straddling brooms, and some sitting on flying carpets and double-eared pottery jars. Demons danced wildly, and white crosses rose from the ground, each one nailed with a fresh human sacrifice, the blood gushing out like flowers.

Countless wizards and secret council members clad in black robes gathered at a grand banquet held on the pristine white sacred mountain. A crimson carpet stretched all the way to the throne atop the mountain, petals fluttered in the air, and blue butterflies danced in the air.

“From Avalon. From the altar of Nephra. From the Abyss. From Knossos. From Ravenna. From Sarnohia of Mirantora…”

Kurosawa Shizuki felt dazed and confused, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. No, reality and illusion seemed to be completely intertwined. She was like a girl named Teresa from countless years ago who was suddenly dragged into this bizarre world, and also like Kurosawa Shizuki who was fighting against Lady Fujiwara in the secret cult's spiritual field at the bottom of the molting club. The boundaries between the two identities seemed to have become blurred.

"Where are we going?" At the highest point, a witch with long black hair rode a black night goat, dancing to a graceful rhythm more enchanting and ancient than any strip club dancer. Silk ribbons swirled around her beautiful, flawless body, and the whole world seemed to be in celebration with her.

"Go to Irran, go to Irran! There the goat and the deer will be married—let's fly, let's fly, there's still time, there's still time to receive Holy Communion!"

Marble columns, magnificent temples, blood-stained crosses, and a crimson blood moon overhead—believers danced pagan dances with abandon. Kurosawa Shizuki's vision spun, as if she too was infected by the frenzied atmosphere.

Kurosawa Shizuki discovered that many of the faces at this grand ceremony were incredibly familiar.

With a fanatical smile, Nakamura Yukise bowed and worshipped the highest throne. Kurosawa Shizuki would never fail to recognize Nakamura's signature perverted smile.

Looking bewildered, Yuki Asakura, dressed in white robes, sat atop a giant goldfish, glancing around as if she hadn't yet figured out what was happening.

The three shapeshifters were also nailed to the cross at some point, and were lifted high by the pagans singing ancient hymns. No matter how much they struggled, they could not break free. Copper nails were easily pierced through their limbs, leaving them covered in blood and flesh, but the surging heat made people's blood boil.

"Hel, Hel, the carnival officially begins! Praise the Black Goat, praise the Deer Antler God, praise the Eternal Night! Let the endless revelry begin, offer sacrifices, praise the Abyss, all our calamities are over, for He is about to awaken, rejoice!" A beautiful and bewitching black-haired dancer held Kurosawa Shizuki's hand, turning back to look at her with deep affection. Half of her body was bathed in pure and crimson moonlight, exuding a pagan and evil charm, guiding Kurosawa Shizuki step by step up the stairs. The carpet on the stairs was stained red, whether by paint or blood, it was hard to tell.

Kurosawa Shizuki followed the dancer step by step up the steps, her expression blank. Everywhere there were torn blue butterfly wings, emitting a strange, sweet fragrance.

To her surprise, Kurosawa Shizuki saw a dull and uninteresting young girl sitting on the throne at the end of the steps. Her sea-blue hair was draped behind her, and she wore a pure white priestess robe. She wore a crown of moon tree flowers on her head, and her deep blue eyes were tinged with blood red.

Behind the throne stood a scarecrow hundreds of feet tall, with elk antlers and its body engulfed in black flames. On the scarecrow's antlers was Lady Fujiwara, who looked utterly incredulous, having been pierced through the chest by the golden elk antlers.

P.S., I still haven't recovered. Sigh, the other day when I was preparing for the civil service exam, it disrupted my writing process. My mind was filled with "Four Consciousnesses," "Two Studies, One Action," "How to Properly Handle Relationships with Leaders and Colleagues," "How to Conduct Policy Research Meetings," etc. The novel I was writing was turning into interview clichés.

Section 142, Chapter 140: Fenrir and the Final Judgment

Scarface wields the power of the Death Eye. Each of his scars contains an eye of power. Once he locks onto a target, he can treat bullets like blades. Once a bullet is locked onto by his Death Eye, it is infused with divine killing power and is conceptually guaranteed to hit its target.

In his eyes, the thirty-two bullets were like thirty-two leisurely birds, locked onto the single target high in the sky. He was certain that this attack would turn the tide of the battle.

Bang, bang, bang, bang—a series of gunshots rang out like tearing silk. Blood splattered all over Chai Qi's body, like a broken rag doll. Not only was Chai Qi riddled with bullets, but the Akita dog curled up on the floor beside him, along with the entire helicopter, were all riddled with holes by the thirty-two bullets. Of course, some bullets must have pierced through the fuel tank, rotor arm, and helicopter wing...

"Boom—" The explosion was clean and decisive, beautiful and brilliant, followed by flying metal fragments, sparks and debris. The other helicopters belonging to the Anti-Suppression Bureau seemed to have not expected such a sudden situation. Several helicopters were unable to dodge in time and were hit by the blast wave or by helicopter debris. They struggled to circle in mid-air, emitting black smoke, and fell downwards like birds with broken wings.

The outcome was smoother than Scarface had imagined. Before firing the bullet, he had confirmed several times that the muzzle was definitely pointing at Chai Qi himself. That radiant aura, possessed only by a fourth-tier Lanternman, could not be faked, especially since he had personally witnessed Chai Qi ignite his pupils and release glassy spiritual liquid in an attempt to undermine Mu Zi's status. After confirming the target, locking onto it with Death's Eye, and firing the holy bullet while burning time, Scarface should have been certain of victory.

But strangely enough, a warning bell rang in Scarface's heart, and a strong sense of foreboding never dissipated. The last time he had this feeling was when he encountered that mysterious barber in Constantinople. The thin blade in the barber's hand looked fragile and delicate, but it could send a chill down your spine. You had nowhere to escape, your whole body was ice-cold, and in the next instant, your scalp would be peeled off.

He deactivated his weapon, revealing his raw, chapped skin, where countless scars opened and healed, and the eyes of death twinkled like stars. He stood up and instinctively placed his left hand on the sword at his waist, drawing his Ottoman scimitar almost instinctively.

The scimitar, as white as fresh snow, was drawn from its sheath. The edge of the blade was adorned with countless feather patterns, and the Turkish inscription read "Dawn of the Winged Ones." The blade, like the dawn itself, reflected the scene behind him. He saw a pair of golden eyes, like beacons of light, like molten lava, containing unparalleled tyranny and cruelty.

He turned and slashed, but the next second, a huge black shadow rushed towards him. A black behemoth bit into the blade of his scimitar. He felt scorching heat rushing towards him, and those cruel eyes, as bright as lamps, were inches away. Its claws were also gripping the blade, and a force as heavy as a mountain pressed down on him. The black wolf pinned him to the ground, and even with all his strength, his steel-like body could only barely resist. The wolf's fangs scraped against the metal, producing a piercing sound that made one's scalp crawl.

Scarface could certainly recognize what this giant wolf was. Its bright, beacon-like eyes were almost identical to those of the harmless Akita dog beside Chai Qi not long ago. But when exactly did it appear from hundreds of meters in the air, in the blink of an eye, right behind him? Was he hunting down an enemy this time, or had the enemy leisurely laid a trap to hunt him down?

“My dear friend, you’ve done very well, but unfortunately you’ve met me,” a hoarse, emotionless voice sounded beside Scarface. Suddenly, a gloomy-faced Chai Qi appeared beside Scarface, his body radiating a chilling morning light. He chuckled softly in Scarface’s ear, “I must say, you should have expected all of this when you learned that I am both Chai Qi and Fenrir.”

"Fenrir, is that your pet's real name?" Scarface's body began to swell morbidly, his muscles bulging to a degree that was absolutely impossible for a normal person. In a few breaths, he became as burly as Hercules. He actually slowly turned the tide, and through the Dawn of the Winged Ones, he gradually tried to suppress the black giant wolf with his physical body in the struggle. However, the giant wolf in front of him had a bottomless pit of power. Every time Scarface put in a little more power, the power it displayed would always just overwhelm him by a little.

Scarface saw a chillingly human-like mockery in the giant wolf's eyes.

“Of course, a name has meaning. I am Fenrir’s agent on earth, bestowing judgment upon all things destined for destruction.” Aurora-like colors flowed around Chai Qi, and a life-giving light flowed around him. At this moment, his temperament was no longer that of an ordinary person, but rather possessed a more annihilating divinity.

Fenrir's agent... Scarface gasped, finally understanding what Chai Qi's true reliance was.

In Norse mythology, the final battle between the Aesir chief god Odin takes place at Ragnarok, where the colossal wolf tears open the god's throat with its fangs. It's no coincidence that Shiba Inu's seemingly harmless Akita Inu bears this name. In the realm of mysticism, the name Fenrir also holds extremely special significance. This god of light and blade, known as the Dividing Wolf, is both friend and foe to the tribunes of the Anti-Corruption Bureau, symbolizing a war of division and a will to destroy. This deity has three heads, one of which appears to be named Fenrir.

The Divided Wolves possess three natures: Destruction, Destruction, and Destruction. All three heads are embodiments of destruction, with Fenrir being the destined Destruction Wolf of the future.

As one of the three heads of the Split Wolves, Fenrir possessed at least the status of a Named One when he existed independently. The giant wolf in front of him, which was suppressing him, could not possibly be the Named One himself, who was far away in the Netherworld. However, Scarface could indeed feel the intense destructive power within Fenrir, which definitely had a very deep connection with that Named One.

If it were this destructive, even if his Death Eye were activated at full power, it would be impossible to end Chai Qi's existence. What Scarface just did was like adding fuel to the fire, meaningless, and only exposed his location.

Those with names and deities can only remain hidden deep within the realm of the dead. Even a person with a name, if forcibly revealed to the mortal world, would likely disrupt the entire planet's operation. Therefore, to walk among humans, they need to fuse their divinity and humanity to a certain extent, possessing what is called an "agent." Even the ruler who purges humanity must maintain the status of a person with a name and walk among humans through a rather special means. He may be the only one on this planet with such a unique existence.

As Fenrir's agent on Earth, Chai Qi had actually become a high-ranking member of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Scarface couldn't even imagine what this meant. Had the Split Wolves and the Tribunals truly formed an alliance? Could the Split Wolves, a god who was forever tormented and forever thirsted for destruction, really be able to cooperate with other gods?

“Even so…” Scarface said through gritted teeth, “you are nothing but the agent of the Named One, a false shadow, the ruler of the reckoning, the only Named One who can walk in the present world, and He can look after me.”

Behind Scarface, a huge and cold shadow slowly emerged, with a pair of dark blue eyes that were always rational and calm, as if everything was just a gamble in his eyes. His opponent was like the Grim Reaper, standing on the earth, connected to heaven and earth, holding a black feather in his left hand and a sword with broken teeth in his right.

Fenrir seemed to sense something, its massive body jerking backward, releasing Scarface's scimitar, and baring its teeth at the tall, cold shadow, clearly showing its extreme fear of it.

“Fenrir, very interesting, the story is getting more and more interesting,” said the ruler of the liquidators. “The current Pingjing is indeed a gathering of stars. It seems that everyone is chasing the flames of conflict and gathering here. After all, wherever the fire burns the brightest, there will be beings like us.”

“Master of Ashes, you and Mist Spring Child have no direct connection. The Anti-Suppression Bureau has no intention of engaging in conflict with you at this time. After all, you are only pursuing more Threads of Time, and we don’t have much of a conflict of interest. You can withdraw from this war with your followers without suffering any losses,” Chai Qi said quite politely to the Master of the Liquidators.

"Ha, Fenrir's agents, no conflict of interest—" the Overlord scoffed disdainfully. "Then who is it that's performing magic tricks right under my nose, protecting my prey? Flattering me politely on one hand, stabbing me in the back on the other. Your Anti-Extermination Bureau has probably been preparing my 'annihilation plan' for a long time, hasn't it?"

"After all, your ultimate goal is to defeat all the gods in the world."

“As expected of the all-knowing ruler, it seems there is no room for further negotiation. That girl does indeed play a very important role in our next plan. We cannot let you take her away like this, ruler…” Chai Qi revealed a slightly bitter smile, while Fenrir, whose body was entirely black, let out an extremely mournful long cry.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the Overlord slowly merged with the expressionless Scarface Lieutenant. Scarface's entire body creaked and groaned, and rings of translucent threads of time swirled around his strong body. Time was rapidly reversing on his body. In the blink of an eye, Scarface Lieutenant transformed from a middle-aged man in his twilight years into a man who straightened his back, his wrinkles completely gone, and his new skin radiant and bright. His eyes ignited with a blue like the underworld, and the curved sword "Dawn of the Winged Ones" that lay across his chest also flowed with an incomparably profound radiance.

Meanwhile, in the air, Muko was forced to endure the double blow of Shizaki's Glass Spirit Liquid and the Yangyan King's Yuliyan.

Drops of crystal-clear liquid exploded behind Mu Zi, like pieces of amber frozen in mid-air. The dozen or so drops of liquid expanded thousands of times in an instant, freezing even light within them. They protected Mu Zi, whose half of her body was being devoured, along with the withered girl. Their entire bodies were frozen deep within the crystal-clear liquid, as if their life force had been completely eroded and extinguished.

The Split Wolf suffers the pain of eternal division in the Netherworld. The Glazed Spirit Liquid is one of the tears it shed during its suffering. It is also an extremely high-level sacred object formed by the fusion of the Lamp and Blade attributes. Any being that comes into contact with the Spirit Liquid will be immediately infected by the Split Wolf's almost eternal pain, suffering a pain in its soul far worse than being torn apart by a thousand cuts. At the same time, its physical body will be permanently frozen by the Spirit Liquid, unless you can bear and understand the Split Wolf's endless suffering.

A single drop of spiritual liquid is enough to freeze a mortal for thousands of years. Mu Zi, who was bombarded by more than a dozen drops of spiritual liquid at the same time, then had to face the Yu Li Yan Spear thrown by the King of Yang Yan without reservation. The black Yang Yan Spear pierced through Mu Zi's chest without any suspense, which was completely frozen by pain, along with the withered girl behind her who was being eaten away by moths and was almost completely devoured.

The withered girl's last glimmer of life finally vanished completely. Not to mention that she was already a dying patient, even a fourth-tier immortal or most immortals would inevitably suffer irreparable damage in the face of such an attack.

The winged Muko and the former human Muko, their blood flowed along the black Yangyan Spear, slowly merging on the spear's body, forming the last faint yet exceptionally strong connection on the boundary of death.