Binding to the nation's destiny: Start by choosing the underworld, where a hundred ghosts parad

But this slightly stirred up the anger in my heart.

However, he quickly suppressed that spark of anger.

"That's interesting!"

Since entering this world of black mist.

Choose the underworld to begin.

Li Mo's already calm heart became even more profound.

It was as if nothing in the world could shake his spirit.

And this moment.

With the emergence of anger.

He actually felt a slight flutter in his heart.

This speaks volumes.

The power of this demon king.

but.

A glint of light flashed in Li Mo's eyes.

He could sense that the wrathful demon king seemed to be under some kind of restriction.

Or.

This is the condition under which he was able to launch an attack on himself in the fourth round.

His power is not weak.

On the contrary, it is a power capable of destroying everything.

But Li Mo could see it.

His weakness was hidden beneath his immense power.

"Have you gone this far to fight me?"

Li Mo watched as the Angry Demon King's figure drew ever closer.

He said it with a half-smile.

Behind him, the Black and White Impermanence stood quietly on either side of him.

They stood like two guards.

Quiet, eerie.

In the past, if anyone dared to walk towards the City of the Unjustly Dead in this way...

The Black and White Impermanence have probably already made their move.

But now

That killer star has actually arrived.

Then it's best to leave this kind of thing to him.

The Angry Demon King walked step by step toward the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Looking at the enormous city wall.

A sense of apprehension inexplicably arose in his heart.

It was clearly in his memory.

The existence of the underworld is nothing more than a legend.

But at this moment.

The moment the City of the Wrongfully Dead was right before our eyes.

But for some reason, a sense of unease rose in his heart.

As we get closer to the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

That feeling became even stronger.

Suddenly his ears twitched slightly.

It was as if they had heard something.

His gaze fell upon a certain spot within the black mist.

"Even ants dare to struggle?"

The tone was condescending and cruel.

The next moment...

He casually raised his hand.

Countless demonic flames floated slowly in the direction of his palm.

"Rage - Annihilation!!"

The Angry Demon King raised one hand and swung it up.

A strike from above swept across the sky.

Rumble!!!

In an instant.

An immense burst of fiery power erupted instantly.

Huhuhu~

The terrifying demonic flames devoured everything.

Even the black mist formed from pure death energy.

They were all burned to ashes under the demonic flames.

Huhuhu~

It was as if everything in the world was nothing but an illusion in the face of that flame.

Inside the Fusang camp.

Miyamoto at this moment.

He held a long, silver-white sword in his hand.

Where the swords flashed.

Like autumn leaves falling.

Powerful sword energy surged and rippled.

That terrifying power was constantly being compressed.

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh!*

He slashed out with a single stroke.

Instantly.

The four or five dark red demons in front of him were cut in two with a single slash.

The body fell limply to the ground.

Soldiers from his camp poured out from all around.

These warriors were extremely powerful.

They actually managed to suppress those terrifying demons for a time.

"One Strike, One Shadow!!"

bass! !

Miyamoto once again beheaded a demon with a single stroke.

A sinister smile played on his lips.

After multiple deaths.

He finally grasped the secrets of Miyamoto's swordsmanship.

To shine brilliantly even in death.

That is the will of Miyamoto Musashi.

"This time, I will claim all the glory!!"

Miyamoto watched as the monsters fell one after another in front of him.

His eyes were filled with hope.

At that moment, the Kingdom of Fusang was completely split in two by that sudden surge.

Fusang reacted swiftly.

National circuits and networks

It was finally preserved.

only.

The present-day Japan has simply been styled into a large 'middle part'.

The audience in Japan watched Miyamoto's performance.

Remaining silent.

The repeated setbacks had long since eroded their faith in Miyamoto.

However, they still held onto a sliver of hope.

What if?

What if he can hold on?