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

Since most of the sovereignty resides with the Old Gods.

Naraku Kamishiro manipulated the tentacles he controlled, swirling them around the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain like a whirlwind.

His supernatural powers were integrated into the tentacles, and dense bone spurs sprouted from each tentacle, injected with a strange poison, turning them pitch black.

As long as it inflicts injury on the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain, even if it's just a bloodstain.

This deadly poison, capable of killing anyone even at level B, was enough to inflict serious injuries on the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain.

To destroy the opponent's flesh and blood.

Tentacles launched a massive, overwhelming attack on Summer Flower Painting.

Seeing this, Summer Flower Lightly Touches Her Toes, like a butterfly fluttering in the air, or a graceful and ethereal swan, methodically dodging every tentacle that comes to attack.

Each time, it felt like a near-perfect, extremely dangerous dodge.

However, each time, he couldn't hit her correctly.

Seeing this, Naraku Kamishiro did not become angry or embarrassed. After his initial anger subsided, he forced himself to calm down.

That stomp did not kill the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain.

This means that the opponent's level of power is definitely not simple.

He needed to calmly devise a meticulous plan to completely sever all of the other party's chances of survival, so he wanted the insidious poison.

After being fused with the ancient gods, the poison's inherent toxins were greatly enhanced. If the dosage was sufficient, even the lord of Xiahuo Mountain would perish from it.

Until, through the deliberate foreshadowing and enticement of Naraku Kamishiro, the bone spike tentacles gradually sealed off all sides of the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain.

An excited smile crept across his face.

"it's over!"

The bone-spiky tentacles enveloped the center of the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain, like layers upon layers of shadows, leaving no escape.

And just then.

Summer Flower Painting showed no trepidation whatsoever; instead, a playful smile appeared on her lips.

On her fair and delicate back, the feather patterns suddenly came to life, and a dazzling crimson light seemed to gather and condense there.

It transformed into two wings.

She looked out from the layers of encirclement toward the only exit above and suddenly fanned herself.

Amidst howling winds, she seemed to transform into a dazzling, fiery red firework, soaring straight upwards relentlessly.

The tentacles frantically followed below her, trying to catch her, but they were always a fraction slower than her until Natsume completely broke free of the tentacles.

Suspended in mid-air.

Natsumi Hanae pursed her lips and looked at her right arm, where a large chunk of flesh was missing.

Divinity is constantly being repaired and will soon be restored to its original state.

The kick from the Old God just now did cause her some injury.

It must be said that its massive, mountain-like size and the sheer power it carried made its offensive extremely terrifying, even compared to an A-rank like the head of the Kujo family.

If one doesn't use their abilities to dodge and instead tries to withstand the attack head-on, they will likely die on the spot.

The reason why Summer Flower is so arrogant is simply because her body is merely a divine construct and cannot be considered her true physical form.

Although the wondrous chemical reaction between the body of the ancient god and the Heavenly Emperor's daughter probably means that the true power of this body is comparable to or even surpasses that of the original body in some respects.

But perhaps it's due to unfamiliarity and the fact that it's operated from an extremely long distance.

There's always a sense of something being off.

But it doesn't hurt.

Summer Flower Dance flapped her blood-red wings and continued to fly in mid-air until she reached the same height as the head of the God of the Underworld, where the clouds were already at her feet.

Her red, glass-like eyes were fixed intently on the other person.

"You are still alive."

The two consciousnesses I sensed earlier were not mistaken; however, it seems that Naraku has now become an appendage of the old gods.

Because it is the main body of the old gods constructed based on the blueprint of the Age of Gods.

Therefore, at this moment, the old god seems to be showing curiosity about Naraku Kamishiro and is preparing to learn Naraku Kamishiro's way of attacking and thinking, so he intentionally or unintentionally gave the other party some control over his body.

However, facing the enemy who had transformed him into this state, Naraku Kamishiro had no desire to communicate with the Lord of Mount Natsuhiko.

I can feel that there are more tentacles that I can control.

He continued to command the attack on the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain with even greater ferocity, as if possessed by a madman.

The offensive was like a raging storm, with countless tentacles chasing, blocking, and flinging at Summer Flower Painting.

However, in the air, the summer flower pattern becomes more flexible and varied with its wings, and knots and collisions of tentacles appear all at once.

This reignited the flames of anger in Naraku Kamishiro's heart, who had just calmed down.

No matter how hard he tried to use his tentacles, Summer Flower Painting was as agile and unpredictable as a swimming fish, making it impossible to capture.

As time went by, there was no progress whatsoever.

The immense size of the ancient gods resulted in a sharp decrease in their agility.

Even if tentacles are used to compensate, it is still a drop in the ocean compared to the movement speed of someone like Natsume Hanae.

He spoke up angrily.

"What kind of ability is it to keep hiding?"

"If you've got the guts, fight me fair and square!"

Upon hearing this, Summer Flower Painting fell silent.

Anyone could say those words, but when spoken by Naraku Kamishiro, the sense of incongruity is so strong.

Before the summer flower painting, speed alone was not simply used to toy with Naraku Kamishiro.

She was trying to figure out more of the opponent's attack patterns by doing this.

However, despite his anger, Naraku Kamishiro was perfectly aware of the situation and did not fully unleash the power of the Old Gods, only using his physical body and tentacles.

After all, speed alone wouldn't pose much of a threat to the Old Gods.

Moreover, with its current size, it probably wouldn't be able to inflict any effective damage on the colossal, mountain-like body of the Old God.

Summer Flower Painting saw that Naraku Kamishiro was still shouting.

Beneath the mask, her beautiful eyes gleamed slightly, and she pursed her cherry lips, her melodious voice gentle and ethereal.

"as you wish."

"Since you insist on fighting, then..."

"I will then give you the chance to fight."

Finished.

An invisible wave instantly spread outwards.

In the sky, blood-red feathers began to slowly drift down from the horizon.

After floating on the ground, it dissipated into red light spots, adding to the unique aura of the Heavenly Emperor's daughter that belonged to this place.

Its rich, intoxicating aroma is like that of sweet wine.

A few minutes later, the blood-red feathers began to fall.

Above the eternal sky, those crimson vertical pupils, serving as decorations yet intimidating to all living beings on earth, resembled those of a deity…

Suddenly, it blinked.

The cold, condescending luster suddenly became lively, but then, the scarlet vertical pupils were instantly corrupted by the emotions on the body of the ancient god, and the lively vertical pupils became extremely violent!

At the same time, an intensely deep scarlet luster appeared in the depths of Xia Rihua's beautiful eyes.

Then it quickly filled the entire eyeball, and the shape of the eyeball instantly changed into a vertical pupil. In an instant, the scarlet color seemed to overflow the eye socket, shining especially brightly in the darkness under the dark clouds.

It contrasts sharply with the large, scarlet vertical pupils.

Accompanied by the berserk will that has been influenced by the summer flower painting.

Without waiting for the energy to fully dissipate, a series of muffled, booming sounds resounded across the vast天地 (heaven and earth), like thunderclaps.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It sounded like the dull thud of a drum.

Subsequently.

"Crack—crack—!"

The sky cracked.

To be precise, the sky around the scarlet vertical pupils showed irregular, mottled cracks.

Fragments of sky fell to the ground like pieces of glass.

The exposed, pitch-black spaces, when peered into, felt as if one's soul were being sucked away, instilling boundless fear.