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

Ebisu did not dwell on the past for long.

He quickly set his sights on what was before him, his blood-red, coin-like eyes staring directly at the summer flower painting.

Looking at the other person, whose eyes seemed lowered, as if they were thinking about the question they had just raised, lost in thought and doubt.

He couldn't help but scoff at his own naiveté.

How dare they lose focus in front of the enemy? They're utterly clueless. The new generation of gods is truly hopeless.

Fine, let them be distracted and die quickly at my hands.

To avoid suffering too much torment and pain.

This is also a kind of luck for them.

The distance between the two was at most a dozen meters, which was practically the same as being face to face with a deity.

Ebisu's heart was already filled with murderous intent.

He took a light step forward.

Without any warning, he silently transformed into a bloody shadow and vanished from the spot.

The next second, He suddenly appeared behind Natsumi Hanae.

His right fist was imbued with an overwhelming divine aura, thick and pungent like fresh blood, its dark red color exuding a dangerous scent.

As the source of blood-related superpowers, Ebisu's abilities are naturally stronger than those of blood-related superpowers.

Fresh blood not only heals incredibly quickly, but it is also highly corrosive.

If this punch hits Natsumi Hanae's head, even if she doesn't die on the spot, the intense corrosiveness will finish her off.

However, even when he appeared behind the other person, the other person did not react at all.

Still absorbed in his own answer.

Absolutely hopeless.

Fine, then let it become my own food completely.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ebisu waved the divinity of his arm, the thick, blood-red divinity appearing as if blood were flowing down his arm.

When everything is concentrated in the fist, at the extreme point.

Swing it out hard!

"Bang---------!!"

A dull, muffled sound rang out.

This is not the sound of a skull cracking, but the sound of objects colliding.

Suddenly, a slender arm appeared in front of Ebisu's fist, standing firmly without trembling.

It completely blocked Ebisu's attack.

Ebisu stared wide-eyed in disbelief as the completely blood-red copper coin was revealed, and exclaimed.

"you----?!"

Natsumi Hanae ignored Ebisu's shock; she pursed her cherry lips slightly, as if she had just snapped out of her reverie.

He couldn't help but say softly.

"I was thinking about this very seriously. Ebisu, your sneak attack is really too unfair."

"I almost couldn't defend against it."

Upon hearing this, Ebisu remained silent as he watched Natsumi Hanae steadily receive his divine punch.

Then, Natsumi Hanae continued.

"I don't know if what I saw could be considered a true god."

The old gods, Susanoo's left and right arms, and the white version of Yamata no Orochi that has become his daughter.

These seem to be deities, but upon closer examination, they are not; it is truly impossible to determine them precisely.

However, through comparison, Natsume Hanae knew that Susanoo's left and right arms both possessed the power of a low-level god, and the vastness of his divinity was probably enough to rival even a high-level god.

This was decided upon after seeing Ebisu.

The divine power contained in Susanoo's left and right arms was more than that of Ebisu's three arms combined.

Moreover, as Natsumi Hanae felt the power of Ebisu's punch, the answer in her heart finally surfaced.

"Dreaming of killing you? That's no delusion."

"From my current perspective..."

"—You're very weak."

As soon as she finished speaking, a dazzling light shone in Xia Rihua's bright red, glass-like eyes. A deep, intense darkness emanated from the center of her eyes, transforming into a bird, soaring into the sky.

On the right arm that blocked Ebisu, mottled black demonic patterns instantly emerged, followed by an ominous, deathly glowing fire.

The power of the ancient gods suddenly erupted, like gushing magma, a vast torrent, surging forth from the body of Summer Flower Painting, a torrent of immense power!

It moved at an unprecedented speed, like a flash of lightning in the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Summer Flower's right arm gripped Ebisu's right fist tightly, squeezing his bones until they cracked.

The next moment, he grabbed the other's arm hard with his left hand and stomped on it with his right foot, the force of which made the crimson giant bird cry out in pain.

The immense, ferocious force was unleashed in a throw over the shoulder!

Ebisu's body, like an inverted crimson meteor, was violently flung away by Natsume Hanae, its speed creating sonic booms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

It is constantly approaching the edge of space.

At the same time, Ebisu's spirit was severely shaken by the summer flower painting.

"What power this is!!"

"His level has completely reached the range of a mid-level god. His combat talent is also more outstanding. He was able to defend and launch a counterattack in such a short time, and his attack was as powerful as thunder!"

"This ferocious posture reminds me of Susanoo..."

Upon thinking of Susanoo, Ebisu subconsciously shivered, a hint of fear showing on his aged expression.

But this slight hesitation vanished in an instant.

He quickly set to work.

At this extremely fast speed, without taking any measures, He might be thrown out of this space.

This is not something He would like to see.

He still has a lot of power in this space that He hasn't absorbed yet, and He can't just waste it like this.

Moreover, because it is filled with blood, although it is not His blood, the space is a space He created, so this place can be considered His half-home ground.

Here, He has some advantages.

As he continued to approach the edge of space, Ebisu gently traced a line with the tip of his thumb across the back of his hand, and a few drops of blood fell into the sea of ​​blood.

Suddenly, towering waves surged from the sea of ​​blood, rising high into the air.

He positioned himself behind Ebisu and exerted force in the opposite direction of the immense power of the summer flower painting.

Even so, Ebisu continued to be flung toward the edge of space.

at last……

The edge of the space is just inches away.

First came the giant waves, which, due to their immense force, collided violently with the edge of space, causing them to shatter layer by layer.

Finally, it was Ebisu's turn to collide with the edge of space.

"boom------!"

A deafening roar, like thunder, echoed above the sea of ​​blood.

"Crack...knock..."

A rustling sound of breaking came from the area where Ebisu's back touched the edge of the space, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared at the edge of the space.

The space, already unstable due to the large hole torn open by the summer floral painting, is now in even worse shape.

Moreover, a dark red streak was rapidly approaching from ahead at an unparalleled speed.

It was clearly Natsume Hanae who had come after him, intending to take him down completely in close combat.

Ebisu's face turned ugly.

"We cannot allow this space to be destroyed any further; the opponent's power is beyond my imagination."

"Although it's just brute force, it has undoubtedly reached the level of a mid-level god. Normally, I can wear it down to death."

"But now I need to preserve my space."

"I can only use the divine artifact, Fortune and Misfortune, to amplify my power."

Thinking of this, Ebisu's mind stirred slightly.