The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

"Click...click..."

The steel fist first emitted a rustling cracking sound, and Naraku's pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Then, time seemed to resume its flow.

"boom--------!!!!!!"

A deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, resounded across the earth, followed by a massive explosion.

Centered on the two, the earth suddenly sank, and countless rocks, dust, and corpses were thrown into the air, where they were bombarded by the air currents generated by their collision.

It unleashed an unparalleled circular shockwave, which swept outwards wildly!

Naraku Kamishiro remained in his fist-pumping stance. During the exchange of blows, he experienced the feeling of life and death, an unparalleled sense of oppression.

The other party was nowhere to be seen; they had probably already vanished into thin air.

He gasped for breath, as if he had just escaped death, and then burst into laughter.

"what……"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Even gods are nothing more than this!"

However, immediately afterward, Naraku Kamishiro seemed to lose all feeling in his right arm, and he stared blankly to the right.

But he discovered that his entire right side, along with the steel fist, had vanished into thin air!

Not only that, but black flames were burning at the wound site, making it impossible to control the body's self-healing process.

The god who was thought to have vanished into thin air was now standing there, holding his right arm with one hand. His scarlet eyes, filled with violence and wicked amusement, his silver hair swayed, and he was looking at him with a wide, unrestrained smile.

"Hey, want to keep playing?"

Suddenly, Naraku Kamishiro's pupils contracted, and an uncontrollable sense of fear and absurdity rose within him.

"Gulu."

He swallowed.

……

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Chapter 96: The Final Puzzle Piece

"Ok?"

Looking at Naraku Kamishiro's expression, Natsumi Hanae felt a sense of confusion.

"Are you afraid that without the right side of your body you won't be able to fight me?"

"It's alright, I'll return it to you right away."

A warm smile graced the delicate face painted with summer flowers.

She took a few steps forward and walked towards Naraku Kamishiro.

He lifted the half of the body in his hand, looking as if he really wanted to return it to Naraku.

However, suddenly...

The raging fire at the temple instantly engulfed the right half of his body.

In the blink of an eye, it was burned to ashes, leaving only a wisp of light that was blown away by the wind and completely disappeared into the air.

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Shinjiro Naraku's mind. A chill rushed into his body, and the strange creatures he had merged with began to tremble, trying to escape.

As a result, Naraku's body was stretched continuously by countless protrusions.

Seeing the other person still moving forward, he was terrified and blurted out.

"Don't come here!"

Naraku Kamishiro staggered back dozens of steps, then forcibly discarded the flesh and blood on his left side that had been scorched by the fire, and the flesh and blood slowly regenerated.

Fortunately, most of the strange main forces he had fused with were located in the left-side heart area.

Even though the strange right half of his body was killed by the god in front of him, his strength did not drop too much and he still maintained his peak B-level strength.

However, we are no longer at the critical point.

But the fact that I'm still alive is more important than anything else.

Now, Naraku Kamishiro has confirmed that the being before him has undoubtedly reached the A-rank level, far beyond what the head of the Kujo family, an A-rank being, could possibly challenge.

He was a genuine demigod-level expert.

Only if the Old Gods reach Nightmare level will I have a chance of winning!

Five more minutes. Just five more minutes until the Old God can absorb enough power from the blood sacrifice to advance to Nightmare level.

I need to stall for time.

And his body clearly couldn't withstand being tormented by the presence before him again.

Therefore, all that can be relied upon is persuasion.

From being expelled by the imperial family of the Age of Gods, to gaining the support of the Kujo Zaibatsu, and then developing this massive Gokuraku Shinryo religion.

They relied entirely on their own lobbying.

Even when facing such a being, he managed to stall for five minutes with words.

not a problem!

Moreover, he had already considered the topic of stalling for time.

The crimson vertical pupils in the sky and the exquisite, beautiful black mask are slightly different in appearance.

However, Naraku Kamishiro had already deduced Natsume's identity.

"—Lord of Xiahuo Mountain!"

Upon hearing this, Natsumi Hanae paused slightly, then a faint smile of interest appeared on her lips.

"It seems you've guessed my identity."

"However, I didn't hide it, and it's understandable that you knew."

The identity of the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain is undoubtedly the most famous among the recent A-level individuals.

He has made many big moves during this period, making him a dazzling shooting star among those with superpowers.

However, in the eyes of Naraku Kamishiro at this moment, the lord of Mount Natsuhira was no longer at the level of a shooting star.

It is a real star.

The intense heat bakes the earth, and an ordinary person who gets too close will be instantly burned.

Because of the special connection between the Old Gods and himself, in his perception.

The Lord of Xiahuo Mountain is not someone who has recently reached A-level, but rather someone who is at the very pinnacle of A-level.

With just one strike, it utterly destroyed its own offensive.

Naraku Kamishiro knew that even the head of the Kujo family at his peak could not have done this.

Moreover, the method by which the idol transformed into human form was simply inconceivable.

The ancient gods were transformed into statues because they were sealed away by themselves, but the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain is a different story.

Of course, he already had some vague guesses in his mind, and it was very likely related to that mysterious aura.

After all, under Tamamo-no-Mae's kneeling worship, that aura rapidly expanded and filled the statue, and then the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain awoke from the statue.

Soon, four minutes had quietly passed during their conversation.

The ancient god, who had stood still, suddenly experienced a surge in suction, and the blood of the blood sacrifice rushed towards him like a raging torrent, forming a tornado.

And He, like the eye of the storm, siphoned it all in.

The dark red tentacles, as if soaked in blood, were vividly red and glistening.

“laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——————!!!”

The ancient gods roared.

Then came a strange, gloomy whisper.

The next moment, a strange and twisted rift opened in space, from which countless dark spheres, teeming with unknown languages ​​and writhing like tentacles, emerged, their bodies emanating the power of rules.

In the blink of an eye, it burrowed into the body of the old god.

In an instant, the nature of the Old God's power underwent a tremendous change, with waves of energy surging endlessly.

The already gloomy sky was tinged with an even deeper darkness.

"Tear—!"

The flesh and blood shrouded in yellow suddenly swelled up considerably, and the yellow robe made a tearing sound.

Meanwhile, the power of the Old Gods continued to rise steadily until they broke through that barrier and reached the Nightmare level.