"The knife you asked for."

Wu Ji threw the [Burial Mountain] in her hand into the hands of Amamiya Haruki with a casual throw, and spoke expressionlessly, as if she had not just shaken a mountain, but just pulled out a weed, and she was extremely calm.

"Shota, was I very powerful just now?" She walked up to Shota Hoshimi and pinched his face with her hand. A playful smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Hoshimi Shouta's cheeks turned red and he took two steps back. "Well, it's just normal."

"Really? Then when we get back tonight, I'll show you something even more powerful..."

"Witch, witch! Stop talking nonsense!"

While Shota Hoshimi was being teased madly, Haruki Amamiya took the knife, lowered his head to observe it carefully for a moment, and nodded slightly.

He put down the wooden box behind him and opened it. Inside the large box were four Huojin swords neatly arranged, emitting different lusters.

Just as Amamiya Haruki was about to put the [Burial Mountain] in it, the mountain under his feet suddenly shook again!

Everyone present turned their eyes to Wu Ji standing beside them.

Wu Ji raised her eyebrows, "Why are you looking at me? It's not me this time."

"If it's not you?" Furuhara Ryoki asked doubtfully, "Then who else could it be?"

Boom boom...

A low humming sound came from the bottom of the mountain. The cracks that had already spread across the mountain spread wildly again. A large amount of rubble rolled down from the top of the mountain, and dust rose up.

A dark and strange beam of light suddenly erupted from the broken crater, piercing through the thick clouds and rushing straight into the sky!

A cold and ancient aura rushed out from the top of the mountain. A low roar echoed within the mountain. A heart-pounding and terrifying aura suddenly descended.

The moment she felt this breath, Wu Ji's face changed slightly. She stretched out her hand to protect Hoshimi Shota behind her, her eyes fixed on the black beam of light on the top of the mountain, her face full of solemnity.

"What is that?" A look of shock appeared on Furuhara Ryoki's zombie-like face.

"...It's a corpse beast, a corpse beast that was nurtured from the body of the Tianjin God under Mount Fuji." Amamiya Haruki frowned as if he had thought of something, "'The place guarded by the corpse gods'... So this is what it means."

"What? Why don't I understand?" asked Shota Hoshimi in confusion.

“The corpse of Tianjin God was suppressed under Mount Fuji for countless years. The remaining divine power in his body did not dissipate, but was sealed in the mountain.

Originally, even if the [Burial Mountain] was pulled out, nothing unexpected would happen. However, since the power that could corrode people's hearts appeared, the corpse of Tianjin God was also polluted. Under this mountain that stored divine power, an extremely powerful corpse beast was born...

No, judging from the total amount of divine power it has inherited, it might be more appropriate to call it a corpse god."

"So, after the Burial Mountain was pulled out, the corpse god was born?" Yurina felt the breath coming from the black light column that shot up into the sky, and her pale face was full of worry. "Then what should I do?"

"……run!"

Furuhara Ryoki and Hoshimi Shouta shouted in unison, and without any hesitation, the four of them turned around and rushed straight down along the gradually crumbling mountain.

The black beam of light that rushed up into the sky from the top of the mountain became thicker and thicker, and the mountain was shaking violently. Suddenly, a giant hand that covered the sky stretched out from the crater and slammed heavily around the crater, directly shaking the mountain into another hideous gully.

Then, a black head without facial features slowly rose from the crater, followed by a neck, torso, and limbs...

When its body crawled out intact from under Mount Fuji, its huge shadow had completely blocked out the dim sun in the sky, casting a shadow big enough to cover half of the city. The sunlight was swallowed up by the dark outline of its body, exuding a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Although it does not have the aura of the power of law, the divine power and pressure it emanates is truly divine.

"This thing is too big, isn't it?" Furuhara Ryoki looked back at the huge figure standing on the top of the mountain and couldn't help but say, "If this kick goes down, half of the city will be gone."

"It was born from the corpse of a Tianjin God whose divine power was intact. It is not at the same level as the corpse beasts we saw before."

The corpse god standing on the top of the mountain slowly turned his head, and his black face without any facial features looked down at the ants that were frantically fleeing from Mount Fuji.

The next moment, a vertical crack suddenly appeared on its face, and behind the jagged fangs was a blood-red hole.

Facing the direction where the four people were fleeing, powerful divine power quickly gathered in front of the crack, flashing a red light.

boom--!!!

A thin red line shot out from the crack and instantly swept towards the four figures along the broken mountain. The roaring explosion and flames shot up into the sky along the path!

“Get out of the way!!”

When Amamiya Haruki saw this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted. He kicked Furuhara Yoshiki in the chest and kicked him away. With his other hand, he held Yurina in his arms and jumped to the right side of the mountain.

The Takehime who was guarding Shota Hoshimi immediately hugged him in her arms and dodged the red line.

The blinding light of the fire occupied everyone's sight. The terrifying air wave blew them away, and they fell heavily to the ground amid endless flying debris.

"Brother Amamiya!"

Yurina got up from the ground and exclaimed when she saw a bloody scratch on Amamiya Haruki's back caused by the gravel.

"It's just a minor injury. I'm fine." Amamiya Haruki put on his black kimono again, took a deep breath, and climbed up from the cracked and charred ground, his eyes fixed on the corpse god on the top of the mountain.

A second glimmer of red light had begun to brew at its crack.

Feeling the terrifying aura of destruction, Amamiya Haruki's face became extremely gloomy. He seemed to have made up his mind. He took off the wooden box behind him and handed it to Yurina.

"Brother Amemiya?" Yurina was stunned.

"That thing's attack range is too long. If it continues like this, we'll all die here." Amamiya Haruki said calmly, "Notify Takishiro to come over. You and Furuhara take these Huojin swords and go first. I'll hold it back for a while."

"Amemiya, that's..."

When Furuhara Yoshiki heard this, he was slightly stunned after just staggering to his feet. He seemed to want to say something else, but Amamiya Haruki interrupted him.

"Walk."

Clang——!!

With a clear sound of a sword, the dark blue sword was pulled out of its sheath.

【Yubeng】 is unsheathed.

Snap!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and a drop of rain broke through the dim dome and fell on the dark blue blade, breaking into tiny droplets and splashing away.

Then, the second drop, the third drop...

In an instant, heavy rain fell from the sky like a silver river in the sky, submerging the devastated Mount Fuji.

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