Boom!

The suspended mountain fell to the ground, and under the terrifying force of the collision, it was instantly shattered into pieces all over the sky. The ground of the "human circle" also vibrated and hummed under this impact!

This blow shook the entire island nation.

The figure of Haruki Amemiya fell weakly along with the debris in the sky. His collar was soaked with blood, his pupils were dilated, and he had completely lost consciousness.

After all, he is just an ordinary person who has pushed the power of the Huojin Sword to the extreme. Even with the protection of the Rain God, his defense is far inferior to that of the strongest individual soldier like Wu Ji who was born from a sword spirit.

His silver-white hair was fading away rapidly, and the dark blue sword in his palm returned to its original state. His Rain God state had been shattered by the Corpse God, and the [Rain Collapse] sword soul had also suffered unprecedented damage.

Fighting against gods with only a Huojin sword is already his limit.

The scarlet haori on Wu Ji's body was already covered with dust. She lowered her head and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood violently. Her eyes fell on Amamiya Haruki who was rapidly falling to the ground in the distance. She stomped her legs on a huge rock and rushed towards him.

Mount Fuji is still rising slowly.

A giant corpse god covered in black stood in mid-air on the top of the volcano, looking down at the falling ants. The hideous crack on his face opened again, and a ray of light filled with a breath of destruction began to brew.

boom--!!

The red line penetrated through the endless flying rocks, turning everything in its path into rubble, and shot straight towards the unconscious Amamiya Haruki in mid-air.

At this moment, a figure wearing a scarlet feather robe came in front of Amamiya Haruki, grabbed his collar with one hand and threw him behind her. At the same time, she turned around quickly and looked at the red line that was approaching her face.

Wu Ji growled, clenched her right fist, and punched out at the tip of the red line!

The red line that was powerful enough to collapse mountains and the earth was shattered a little by Wu Ji's punch and deflected to the other side, but then the subsequent red lines rushed out madly, instantly making a big hole in Wu Ji's body!

Her right arm then turned into dust and dissolved into the void.

Seeing that Wu Ji's punch deviated from the red line's trajectory, the Corpse God seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then turned the red line to Wu Ji's face again, as if he wanted to kill her directly.

In an instant, a cyberpunk-style sci-fi spear pierced through the clouds like thunder!

The tip of the gun, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed into the chest of the corpse god with a loud bang, making a piercing buzzing sound. Then the tip of the gun blossomed like a bouquet of flowers, and a surging beam of sci-fi light blasted the figure that covered the sky and the sun back several steps.

The red line that was about to kill Wu Ji was deflected by this blow and flew towards the clouds in the sky, tearing a crack in the clouds that seemed to have no end.

A figure in red stepped out into the air, with blood-stained white hair hanging down to the ankles, fluttering slightly in the wind.

"It's Takishiro!" Yurina's eyes lit up when she saw the figure in red.

But when she saw the red dress stained with blood, she was slightly startled and a look of heartache appeared in her eyes.

Furuhara Yoshiki staggered and caught Amamiya Haruki who was thrown by Takehime. At the same time, Hoshimi Shota rushed up the broken mountain frantically, trying to catch the falling Takehime.

The blood-stained figure, carrying with it a huge force of gravity, fell heavily on the arms of Shota Hoshimi. The latter groaned, and after unloading some of the kinetic energy, he still couldn't stabilize his body, and rolled down the steep mountain with him.

Smoke and dust rolled, and gravel flew everywhere. Hoshimi Shota tightly hugged Wu Ji, who had lost half of her body, and used his back to protect her from the impact of sharp stones, while he rolled all the way down from halfway up the mountain.

The blood spread and severe pain attacked every part of his body, but his arms still showed no sign of loosening. He clenched his teeth, and his young face was full of determination and resolution.

He gritted his teeth and persisted until a sky full of paper cranes came, caught him and Wu Ji, wrapped them up and flew back to the foot of the mountain.

The paper cranes scattered.

Shota Hoshimi was half-kneeling beside Takehime, covered in blood, with his head down and coughing violently. His back was a bloody mess, tangled together with his tattered mountaineering suit, and looked extremely bloody.

His left arm was broken and twisted, and his right arm was shaking slightly uncontrollably. The palm that he used to hold a pen for the exam was now full of scars.

In front of him, Wu Ji, who had lost half of her body, looked extremely pale.

She lay quietly in the spreading pool of blood, her charming eyes looking at the wound on Shota Hoshimi's body with heartache, "Shota..."

"Don't talk." Hoshimi Shouta pursed his lips and turned his head to the side. "I, Hoshimi Shouta, may be a useless person without any fighting ability, but... but I am also your sword master! I can't always be taken care of by a sword spirit like you...

Sometimes... I can take care of you."

Takehime stared at Hoshimi Shota for a moment, and a smile appeared at the corners of her pale lips.

She just quietly stared at the stubborn boy, her eyes revealing deep affection and endless nostalgia. She reached out her hand and gently touched his cheek.

"Sure enough, no matter how many times I reincarnate, you will always be you..."

"What are you talking about?" Hoshimi Shota was stunned.

"Shota, come closer." Takehime spoke softly, her voice becoming weaker and weaker. "You performed very well in today's game... I will tell you everything I promised you..."

Hoshimi Shota was stunned for a while, then he gently leaned down, put his ear close to her mouth, and listened carefully.

…

On the rising Mt. Fuji.

Yuuri Takishiro turned his gaze away from the people at the foot of the mountain, his eyes shaped like crosses and stars were filled with rage and murderous intent.

Amemiya Haruki was seriously injured and Takehime was on the verge of death... If he was slower, I'm afraid all these people at the foot of the mountain would be killed by the Corpse God!

"You dare to hurt them?!"

Yuuri Takishiro stretched out his hand, and the cyberpunk spear automatically flew back to his hand. He held the spear, and his red clothes fluttered in his fierce murderous intent.

He is the guardian of this world, the patron saint of white... But no matter how docile or kind a person is, he will have his own reverse scale. The better his temper is, the more terrifying his anger and madness will be when this reverse scale is exposed.

For Yuuri Takishiro, his sister, Amemiya brother, and all those who are gentle and close to him are his Achilles' heel.

And now, his reverse scale was touched.

"Level 99+, a god-level existence beyond my knowledge..." In those cross-star eyes, the purple-red "LV.99+" on the top of the corpse god's head was reflected. Yuuri Takishiro's gaze moved downwards and his eyes narrowed slightly.

There, there was a blood strip that was incredibly long.

HP: 193567214/248239274

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