The suspended mountain peak crashed onto the ground. Under the terrifying force of the collision, it was instantly shattered into pieces all over the sky. The ground in the "Human Circle" buzzed and shook under the impact!
This blow shook the entire island country.
Amamiya Haruki's figure fell weakly downwards along with the debris in the sky. His collar was already soaked in blood, his pupils were dilated, and he had completely lost consciousness.
In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person who maximizes the power of the Fujin Sword. Even with the protection of the Rain God, his defensive power is far inferior to that of the strongest individual soldier born from the sword spirit, such as Takei.
His silver-white hair is fading away rapidly, and the dark blue sword in his palm has returned to its original shape. His Rain God state has been shattered by the Corpse God, and the [Yu Beng] sword soul has also suffered unprecedented damage.
Fighting against the gods with a Fujin sword was already his limit.
The vermilion haori on Wu Ji's body was already covered with dust. She lowered her head and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood. Her eyes fell on Amamiya Haruki, who was falling rapidly to the earth in the distance. Her legs slammed on a boulder.
Step on it and rush towards it.
Mount Fuji is still slowly rising upwards.
The giant corpse god covered in pitch black stood on the top of the volcano, looking down at the falling ants. The ferocious crack on his face opened again, and a faint light full of destructive aura began to brew.
boom--!!
The red line penetrated endless flying stones, annihilating everything in its path into rubbish, and shot straight towards the unconscious Amamiya Haruki in mid-air.
At this moment, a figure wearing a vermilion haori came to Amamiya Haruki first, grabbed his collar with one hand, and threw it behind her. At the same time, she quickly twisted it
She turned around and looked at the red line approaching her face.
Wu Ji roared, clenched her right fist, faced the tip of the red line, and punched out!
The red line, which was enough to collapse the mountain peaks and the earth, was slightly shattered by Wu Ji's punch and deflected to the other side. But then the red line that followed rushed out crazily, instantly punching a big hole in Wu Ji's body!
Her right arm then turned into dirt and dissolved into the void.
Seeing that Wu Ji's punch missed the trajectory of the red line, 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 directly obliterate it.
In an instant, a cyberpunk-style sci-fi spear penetrated through the clouds like thunder!
Carrying terrifying kinetic energy, the tip of the spear slammed into the chest of the Corpse God, making a harsh buzzing sound. Then the tip of the spear bloomed like a bouquet, and a surging sci-fi beam of light covered the sky and sun.
The bombardment took several steps back.
The red line that was about to kill Wu Ji was deflected by this blow and flew towards the clouds in the sky, tearing out a seemingly endless crack in the clouds.
A figure in red clothes stepped out in the air, with blood-stained white hair hanging down to his ankles, blowing slightly in the wind.
"It's Takibai!" 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 distress appeared in her eyes.
Furuhara Yoshiki staggered to catch Amamiya Haruki who was thrown by Buki. At the same time, Hoshimi Shota rushed up to the broken mountain crazily, trying to catch the fallen Buki.
The figure covered with bloodstains, carrying a huge gravity, fell heavily on Hoshimi Shota's arms. The latter grunted, and after removing part of the kinetic energy, he still could not stabilize his figure.
Together they rolled down the steep mountain.
Smoke and dust were billowing, and gravel was flying. Hoshimi Shota tightly hugged Takeki, who had lost half of her body, and used his back to resist the impact of sharp stones, and rolled down the mountainside.
Blood stains spread, and severe pain hit every part of his body, but his arms still showed no intention of letting go. He clenched his teeth, and his young face was full of determination and determination.
He gritted his teeth and persisted until paper cranes from all over the sky came, caught him and Wu Ji's figures, wrapped them up and flew back to the foot of the mountain.
The paper cranes scattered.
Hoshimi Shota was half-kneeling next to Takei covered in blood, lowering his head and coughing violently. His back was bloody and connected with the broken mountaineering clothes, and it looked extremely bloody.
His left arm was fractured and twisted, and his right arm was shaking slightly uncontrollably. The palm used to hold the pen for exams was now covered in 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 wounds on Hoshimi Shota's body with distress, "Shouta..."
"Don't talk." Hoshimi Shota pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, "Although I, Hoshimi Shota, am a waste without any fighting ability, but...but I am also your sword master! I can't always do it.
I will be taken care of by you, the sword spirit, all the time...
Occasionally...I can take care of you."
Wu Ji stared at Hoshimi Shota for a moment, then a smile appeared on her pale lips.
She just stared at this stubborn young man quietly, her eyes showing deep affection and endless yearning. She reached out her hand and gently touched his cheek.
"Sure enough, no matter how many times you are reincarnated, you will always be you..."
"What are you talking about?" Hoshimi Shota was stunned.
"Shouta, come closer." Wu Ji spoke softly, her voice getting weaker and weaker, "You performed very well in today's game...I promised you that I will tell you everything..."
Hoshimi Shota was stunned for a long time, then he gently leaned down, put his ear to her mouth, and listened carefully.
…
Soaring up Mount Fuji.
Yuuri Takibai looked away from the people at the foot of the mountain. Those cross-star eyes were full of rage and murderous intent.
Amamiya Haruki was seriously injured, Takehime was on the verge of death... If he had been slower, all the people at the foot of the mountain would have been wiped out by the Corpse God!
"How dare you hurt them?!"
Yuuri Takibai stretched out his hand, and the cyberpunk spear automatically flew back into his hand. He held the spear, and his red clothes were flying under the fierce murderous intent.
He is the guardian of this world, the patron saint in white... But no matter how docile and kind a person is, he will have his own reverse scale, and the better his temper, when this reverse scale is taken off
, his anger and madness are even more terrifying.
For Yuuri Takishiro, his sister, Amamiya-nii, and all the people who are gentle and close to him are his enemies.
But now, his reverse scale has been touched.
"Level 99, is there a god-level existence beyond my knowledge..." The red and purple "lv.