Together with this life, return everything to that person! After this, I will never have to face this loathsome fate again.

"Since you so wish to die, I'll grant you that! It's a perfect time to settle the score between us!" The blonde-haired Visakha, furious, said as her hair fluttered in the night wind. As Yato attacked without hesitation, she also wanted to seize the opportunity to take him down, returning grievances for grievances.

Because the misunderstanding between the two had not been resolved; one had resolved to die, wanting to destroy the self they loathed in this battle; the other was filled with hatred, eager to kill the other, naturally making it a fierce and perilous battle like Mars colliding with Earth.

The Fei Artifact in Yato's hand was one of the strongest among the Wild, and Visakha's many Divine Artifacts were not to be trifled with. The dazzling light effects between the two, set against the backdrop of the many oppressive supernatural entities above, naturally became the focus, visible to most of the city.

Countless people's worldviews were shattered in this moment.

At the real center of the battlefield was Kamimura Raishin, wielding the Thunder Blade, confronting Fujisaki Kouta, who was commanding the Masked Demons. The latter was uttering mocking words as if he believed he had regained home advantage and control.

Fujisaki Kouta, thinking he held the winning hand, appeared calm and composed, as if the earlier anger and frenzy were mere illusions, though the hatred in his eyes was not easily hidden.

Die!

All of you, die here!

Fujisaki Kouta, with a furious gaze, stared fiercely at the enemy ahead while commanding the Masked Demons pouring in from nearby to ferociously advance. Even though they were easily slain by the dragon-shaped lightning in Kamimura Raishin's hand, his advantage lay in the number of Demons at his command.

As long as the opponent could not deal with him quickly, the more the battle dragged on, the less hope they had. The following would be his home ground... Kill them all! Let them die here! Thinking of his disrupted plans, his once delicate face twisted and contorted.

Having finally awaited a chance to turn the tables after such grievances, Fujisaki Kouta was fighting for dignity, wanting to prove himself extraordinary, to reclaim what he had lost.

A female Divine Artifact seemed to be the leader of the Celestial Guardian Race, furious as the assured situation took a sharp downturn, commanding other Divine Artifacts angrily, pushing them to risk great danger to go forward and slay the Puppet Demon Mage.

Yet even under her pressure, many Divine Artifacts advanced with trepidation but were unable to achieve success. Instead, one of them, in a moment of carelessness, was injured by the numerous Masked Demons, and indeed one, amidst screams, was besieged and devoured openly by them.

The face of the female leader turned ashen, a result of mixed anger and fear.

The first Divine Artifact of the Celestial Guardian Race to be eaten alive by the Masked Demons seemed to indicate the shifting wind direction of the battlefield... Clearly, they were the high and mighty hunters not long ago, yet at a moment's turn, they seemed to be becoming the hunted prey.

While not yet apparent, once the phenomenon manifested fully and burst forth, the entire city would fall.

If they continued like this, not only would they fail to complete the mission, but they feared they might perish here as well.

What to do... The woman's face looked extremely grim.

"Hahaha, yes, that's the expression, that very expression..." Fujisaki Kouta laughed in frenzy, spreading his arms as if to embrace this chaotic night, as countless Demons wearing eyeless masks emerged behind him.

"See this? This is my Power, one you absolutely cannot resist... Do you think High Celestial Plain is wary of my existence just because of a name alone?"

He taunted the opponents mercilessly.

"Why hasn't reinforcements arrived yet..." Kamimura Raishin frowned, realizing they couldn't take on the Puppet Demon Mage alone. The opponent had prepared, and the fallen city was entirely of his doing.

Moreover, the promised reinforcement from High Celestial Plain had yet to arrive, which seemed strange to him... Why would Lord Palace God drop the ball there? Is there something wrong? Clearly, they had been consistently combating the Mages, yet at the moment of final battle, delaying without intention?

Kamimura Raishin didn't want to think like that, but was deeply unsettled, what seemed assured had turned into such a state of mess.

"Hah, expecting reinforcements? Give up your wishful thinking, look at this scene—"

As if hearing something highly amusing, Fujisaki Kouta burst into maniacal laughter, pointing around.

Black smoke and flames rose throughout the city, chaotic screams and horrific sounds were audible, the oppressive atmosphere palpable, making this city seem detached from the living world, plunged into a Demon Realm.

"Your era is long over, haven't you realized? Even if High Celestial Plain comes to support you, so what? You'll all die here anyway, scream your lungs out, no one will save you!"

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