Chapter 77 The Fall of the Ten Thousand Houses
Despite the Saniwa's efforts to remain calm, the sheer number of Time Retrograde Army soldiers was overwhelming, as if they had come prepared, focusing their attacks on densely populated areas and passageways leading to safe houses.
Troops continued to pour into the black vortex, and the dark spatial rifts opened and closed unpredictably, with new enemies possibly appearing on the retreat route at any moment.
The young Saniwa who had been searching for his own Mikazuki Munechika was now being tightly protected by Ichifuru Kashuu Kiyomitsu and Ichigo Hitofuri, his face pale.
Ichigo Hitofuri's light blue hair was speckled with dust. He swung his sword to repel an enemy katana, then anxiously looked around: "Where exactly is Mikazuki-dono...?"
Just then, a loud crash came from the roof of "Fengting," a teahouse famous for its fine tea, not far away.
Boom—!
Amidst the flying rubble, a blue figure gracefully leaped out and landed steadily on the upturned eaves of the roof. Its moon-like beauty belonged to the lost old man, Mikazuki Munechika.
His katana was already drawn, its blade reflecting the towering flames and chaos below. His crescent-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of trouble in them, yet he remained calm and composed.
"Hahaha, what a lively scene! This old man just wanted a cup of tea..." He chuckled, but his sharp gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield below, locking onto the direction of his lord.
"Looks like I need to stretch my muscles first."
He leaped into the air, like a crane suddenly descending, landing precisely in the midst of the enemy ranks. With a flash of his blade, he cleared a small area in an instant, reuniting with Ichigo Hitofuri and the others.
Meanwhile, the Saniwa who returned to their respective Honmaru, especially Miyuki, were met with an overwhelming outpouring of concern from their respective swords. When they learned that she wanted to go to the general store to provide support, the swords collectively opposed it.
The swordsmen were clearly worried about their lord, who had just finished a fierce battle, used a sacrificial formation, and whose spiritual power had not recovered by more than half.
But it couldn't stop
This is something all swords and blades know perfectly well.
"Everyone is working hard on the front lines, and I don't want to hide behind you," Yu Yuwu's voice was gentle but carried an undeniable determination.
The swordsmen exchanged bewildered glances, all their helplessness turning into a sigh. Now that things had come to this, all they could do was keep a close eye on their lord's situation in the battle to come.
Just as the Saniwa of the Omiya were locked in a fierce battle with the sword spirits, their defenses were being pushed back, and a sense of despair began to spread like a plague—
Click! Click! Click!
A crisper, louder sound, different from the sound of spatial rifts opening, rang out suddenly from the sky above the core areas of the battlefield of ten thousand houses, like ice being struck hard!
Immediately afterwards, several dazzling beams of light pierced the dark sky like sharp swords!
The spiritual power contained within these rays was pure and vast, far surpassing that of ordinary divided spirits. This sudden change attracted the attention of everyone on the battlefield.
In an instant, the divided spirits felt that resonance from the soul—
Is it the spirit itself that has arrived?!
“What is that?!” A young Saniwa looked over and muttered to himself.
At the point where the light was at its brightest, space seemed to be forcibly torn open by an invisible hand, and figures stepped out calmly from within.
The leader was none other than Mikazuki Munechika, clad in a deep blue hunting robe, possessing unparalleled beauty and eyes that held the brilliance of a crescent moon. He stood suspended in mid-air, not in a hurry to descend upon the battlefield, but instead surveying the chaos and carnage below.
"Oh dear, it seems we've arrived just in time," he said slowly, his voice not loud but clearly carrying throughout the entire house, carrying a strange sense of comfort and strength.
This reassured some of the Saniwa who were on the verge of collapse.
Beside Mikazuki Munechika stood Higekiri, whose gentle smile concealed a sharp gaze, and Hizamaru, whose expression was serious and whose fighting spirit was high. When Kogarasumaru's gaze swept over all the "children" fighting fiercely below, a hint of pity and anger flashed in his eyes.
"How dare you bully the Saniwa and the divided spirit like this..." Kogarasumaru's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable pressure, "Such evil deeds are unforgivable."
Before the words were even finished, the spirit swords moved.
As swords possessing their own true essence, their power is naturally incomparable to that of their divided spirits. With just a casual swing of their bodies, the light blades they unleash can easily sweep across a large open area.
[Higakiri] lightly swung his katana at the group of greatswords blocking his way—
"Pfft—!"
A massive golden blade of light, spanning half the street, flashed across the sky. Wherever it went, the enormous Time Travel Army vanished like butter being sliced by a hot knife, instantly turning into black smoke and disappearing without a trace.
[Hizamaru] followed closely behind his brother, his green figure flashing like a gust of wind. Wherever his blade gleamed, rows of enemy swords and spears fell like harvested wheat stalks, his efficiency astounding.
The other spirits also displayed their unique abilities.
【Saya Samonji】 moved with the agility of a ghost, protecting the Saniwa who couldn't react in time. 【Ichigo Hitofuri】, like a swirling vortex of water, guarded the areas where Saniwa were concentrated, annihilating any enemies who tried to approach.
Besides the original spirits, the Saniwa also noticed another group of swords whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary divided spirits. They possessed a power purer than spiritual energy, and none of the Saniwa present could match it.
So... none of the Saniwa (masters/masters) of these swords are in the General Store, so how did they get here?!
These unique swords are naturally the spirits of Hanzhou.
However, the sudden addition of these combat forces instantly reversed the situation in some areas. Their overwhelming power injected a strong boost into the struggling Saniwa and the divided spirit swords!
"It's...it's the Spirit Lords!!"
"The Lord of the Spirit Realm has come to save us?!"
The ecstasy of surviving the ordeal and gasps of disbelief erupted from the crowd.
The sudden change in the battle situation caused the three family heads hiding in the shadows to frown. Looking at the spirits who had suddenly intervened, they naturally blamed Han Zhou for the incident.
Ever since the appearance of the monster Han Zhou, nothing has gone smoothly for them. Han Zhou's existence is like a natural nemesis to them.
"Heh," Gu Yufeiyue sneered, her lips twitching. Dark mist swirled around her, and upon closer inspection, it was strikingly similar to the foul aura emanating from the Time Retrograde Army.
If you think it can be solved so easily, you'd be very wrong.
Accompanying Gu Yu Feiyue's inner whispers was a black vortex that suddenly expanded in the sky.
The vortex grew larger, its rotation speed suddenly increased, and a denser, more malevolent aura poured out. More and more powerful Time Retrograde Army soldiers emerged, even mixed with some more distorted "mutated" Time Retrograde Army soldiers radiating an ominous red light.
They attempted to overwhelm this sudden and powerful reinforcement with sheer numbers.
The battlefield was once again locked in a stalemate, but the ignited hope wouldn't be extinguished so easily. And reinforcements were on their way—
Just then, golden beams of light lit up from three different directions around the house almost simultaneously.
East side street:
The soft yet resilient golden light slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of Yuyugiri and her citadel's swords. Her half-white hair was strikingly bright, her face was still somewhat pale, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.
She took a deep breath, channeling her newly recovered spiritual energy, ignoring the unusual stagnation, the slight stinging pain, and the current weakness. A massive, dazzling barrier, radiating healing energy, unfolded around Yu Yuwu.
It enveloped the surrounding area of heavily wounded swords and Saniwa.
"Everyone, hold on!" Her voice carried through her spiritual energy, offering a comforting message. "Reinforcements have arrived!"
Hasebe immediately positioned himself to protect Miyazuri, his eyes blazing with vigilance against any potential attack. The other swords, needless to say, immediately dispersed and joined the battle, fighting alongside the Honmaru's swords and other members of the clan.
South Plaza:
A blazing crimson foxfire shot skyward as Ranluo and her swords descended with overwhelming force. Her orange, vertical pupils burned with fury as she swept over the ravaged houses and the struggling figures.
His anger intensified, especially when he saw some Saniwa helplessly clutching their wounded and immobilized swords.
"Those three lunatics!" Ranlu cursed under her breath, releasing her powerful spiritual energy without any concealment.
As Ranlu raised her hand, the swords behind her joined the battle. Golden spiritual energy pressed down like a tsunami, precisely crushing the Time Retrograde Army to the ground, greatly benefiting the swords.
"Those who can move, don't just stand there! Saniwa, provide healing to the injured swords!" Ranlu quickly organized the Saniwa who were still standing there, bewildered.
Near the west teleportation point:
Qingye and his swords appeared together from the golden light. His expression was calm as he quickly assessed the situation on the battlefield. His gaze immediately locked onto the dark spatial rifts that were constantly opening and spewing out time-traveling armies.
"Some will go help the other Saniwa, and the rest will come with me to seal these rifts!" Qingye calmly ordered. The swords around him cleared away the Time Travelers who tried to approach, creating an opportunity for them to get closer to the spatial rifts.
Golden spiritual energy surged into the black spatial rift, and a complex and dazzling array flashed by, successfully sealing the rift from which the Time Retrograde Army was constantly pouring out.
Yu Yuwu, Qingye, and Ranlu, three S-rank Saniwa, along with their powerful Honmaru swords, and the Honling and Hanzhou swords that were the first to arrive and turn the tide of the battle—at this point, all the reinforcements had gathered on this battlefield ravaged by the ravages of the scorching sun!
The real counterattack has now officially begun!
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