Osaka.

Roaring explosions sounded everywhere in the ruins. The black sun suspended above the throne was frantically killing the approaching corpses.

But at this moment, the number of corpse beasts surrounding from all over the "human circle" has soared to a terrifying level. Standing in the center of Osaka and looking around, giant corpse beasts are swarming in from all directions. A rough count shows that there are as many as seventy or eighty of them!

Among the group of corpse beasts, Baili Pangpang, who was surrounded by precious light, smashed the head of a corpse beast and stood there gasping for breath. He glanced at the wall of corpse beasts that was approaching around him and his face looked grim.

"Damn it, why are there so many monsters?"

He turned his head and shouted to someone not far away: "Lao Cao! Are you okay?!"

At this moment, the crazy Cao Yuan, who had been surrounded by three corpse beasts, was dodging their attacks quickly. His body was so fast that it left an afterimage, but he still couldn't get rid of it.

Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth and was about to go for support when a figure descended from the sky dragging a large amount of ice threads and cut one of the corpse beasts into pieces.

"Qingyu!" When Baili Pangpang saw the man, his eyes lit up, but when he saw that the man was not carrying the familiar black coffin on his back, he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Where is Sister Jiang Er?"

"These corpse beasts have no self-awareness and no brain magnetic field. Jiang Er's ability is ineffective against them, so I left her in that formation." An Qingyu explained.

Bang——!

At the same time, a crisp sound of finger snap was heard, and a raging fire storm instantly swept over behind Baili Pangpang, killing a corpse beast that was about to attack him.

Shen Qingzhu rode on a golden sword shadow, holding the black [Soul-Breaking Sword] in his hand, standing high in the sky, his eyes swept around, and he spoke with a serious expression:

"Don't let your guard down. The number of these things is increasing, and our situation is becoming more and more dangerous."

“When will this end?” Baili Pangpang rubbed his ears, as if trying to block out the roars from his head, and said bitterly, “If we continue like this, we won’t be able to hold on for much longer…”

An Qingyu pushed his glasses and did not answer. He just raised his head silently and looked at the iron throne in the distant sky.

Sitting on the throne, Lin Qiye, who was suppressing the extremely vicious riot, frowned slightly.

He could clearly feel that although those people who were suppressed to the ground by [Tyrant's Wrath] could not move their bodies and could not cause harm to others, some of them had actually begun to hurt themselves.

They stared with bloodshot eyes and slammed their foreheads heavily on the ground. Large stains of blood stained the ground. Their expressions were ferocious and crazy.

There were also some people who bit their own teeth to pieces. The broken tooth fragments mixed with blood dripped from the corners of their mouths. Their muscles bulged little by little. They used all their strength to tear their muscles and stand up, even at the cost of damaging their own bodies.

Although these people, who have completely lost their minds and turned into wild beasts, account for a very small number, they are hiding a vital piece of information.

[The Tyrant's Wrath] was unable to curb the completely crazy crowd.

If this continues, as the red moon pollution gradually penetrates the Eight-foot Mirror, there will still be casualties among the crowd, and the number will continue to increase.

This "human circle" is almost reaching its limit...

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At the foot of Mount Fuji.

Shota Hoshimi held Takehito in his arms, half-knelt in a pool of blood, and fell into a daze.

"Reincarnation..." he muttered to himself.

Wu Ji stretched out her only remaining hand and gently grasped the back of Shota Hoshimi's hand. The scarlet haori had completely merged with the pool of blood beneath her. She smiled and spoke:

"You and I have been connected for hundreds of years. Every time you reincarnate, I will watch you being born and growing up, and wait until the right time to appear by your side.

I know that although I have flesh and blood, I am essentially just a sword...but so what?

When I was alive, I was your beloved wife. Now that I have transformed into a sword spirit, I can still be your Huojin Sword, holding an umbrella for you and killing people for you.

Shota,

I will always be your [Wu Ji]."

Hoshimi Shota looked at the gradually pale face, and suddenly came to his senses, hugging her tightly in his arms.

"Now is not the time to talk about reincarnation! You are saying these words now, as if you are leaving a will!" Hoshimi Shota's hands were stained with Wu Ji's blood, and he kept shaking his head, "You will not die, you are the sword soul of Huojin, as long as this sword is still there, you will not die!"

He seemed to remember something, looked up at Furuhara Yoshiki not far away, and shouted:

"Guyuan! Can't your [Shinin] repair other Huojin swords? Hurry and save her!"

Furuhara Ryoki tapped the handle of the [Shinin] sword, and an old man floated out like smoke. It was the sword soul of the Huojin sword, and the only human who participated in the forging process of the Huojin Nine Swords, Furuzuki Yuuki.

Gu Yueyu looked at Wu Ji in Xing Jian Shouta's arms with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke:

"She won't die...but this body can't be saved."

"What do you mean?" Hoshimi Shota was stunned.

"A normal Huojin sword soul doesn't have a physical body." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "It takes a lot of time and energy to condense a physical body. Even among the Huojin Nine Swords, not every one has this ability. Only Wu Ji has achieved this.

When this body of hers dies, she will transform into a hollow sword spirit and return to the Huojin Sword. After a period of nourishment, she will wake up."

Hearing this, Hoshimi Shouta breathed a sigh of relief, "So, she'll be okay?"

"Well, but in this way, she can no longer leave Huojin Blade, and can no longer accompany you like before." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "Although we sword spirits are immortal, the price is that we can never be truly free.

unless……"

"Unless what?"

Gu Yue Yugui shook his head and said nothing.

"Unless, the blade and the sword soul are separated."

Another voice came from a distance. Amamiya Haruki staggered to his feet, lowered his head and coughed a few times. "Only in this way can the sword soul escape the prison of the smelting blade and regain freedom..."

"Amamiya? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, and slowly walked to the wooden box on the ground with his wounded body. He looked up at the sky which was gradually turning red.

"We don't have time..."

He muttered to himself.

Amamiya Haruki glanced at Yuuri Takishiro who was fighting with the corpse god in the distance, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes. He cut his palm with the blade, and scarlet blood flowed down.

He stretched out his hand and slowly reached for the Huojin Sword in the wooden box...

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