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

"Bang—!"

A left hook knocked Ebisu's left cheek off balance, sending him flying a distance.

But the blood sea healed Ebisu, allowing him to recover quickly.

Summer Flower, however, reached Ebisu's lower body even faster and unleashed another Rising Dragon Fist, her fist sinking deep into his lungs and sending him flying.

Although Ebisu felt aggrieved, he knew that he was indeed at a complete disadvantage.

If the opponent continues to suppress you like this for a long time, wearing you down over time until the blood sea in this space is completely depleted, your own supplies will be completely gone.

They might just keep beating us to death if they keep going like this.

We must find a way to retrieve the divine artifact, Fortune and Misfortune, for it is the true location of his "Sea of ​​Blood," where many of his trump cards are hidden.

Moreover, although this space is relatively large, it is far too narrow in the face of the speed of that newly born god.

And since there are no obstructions, it's incredibly easy to spot him.

Now, there is only one way.

Abandon this space, abandon this sea of ​​blood for replenishment.

Thinking of this, Ebisu's blood-red, coin-like eyes showed mottled lines as he felt a pang of heartache.

Within this sea of ​​blood, there are even limbs of some gods, and nightmarish, bizarre bodies, all created by Ebisu through the great effort of transforming numerous high-grade extraordinary materials.

It is used to put myself into a deep sleep, slowly absorbing these materials, and gradually progressing towards becoming a higher deity.

Waking up early meant I absorbed less than half of what I needed.

and……

The impurities within the body have not been completely removed, and even with the power of a mid-level deity, they are not yet able to be eliminated.

However, they were forced into this situation by the newly born gods.

We have no choice but to take a risky gamble and abandon this sea of ​​blood.

But He can't be considered to have lost out.

As long as an opportunity is found to use the divine artifact "Fortune and Calamity" to kill the opponent and then sacrifice them, the opponent's strength as a mid-level god can completely make up for the blood sea's deficit.

Moreover, the divine artifact's ability to bring fortune and misfortune can trace its source directly through bloodline and extract power from that source.

The newly born deity before him, known as the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain, always gave Ebisu the feeling that there were other gods at his source, and this feeling was quite strong.

The deity at the source of the opponent's bloodline is definitely not weak, and may even be very strong.

In this way, if He can really kill or sacrifice the other party, He will not lose anything, and may even gain a lot.

Moreover, withdrawing my protective forces and abandoning my semi-home ground would give the opponent the illusion that I am surrendering, which is exactly the opportunity I need.

Upon realizing this, Ebisu instantly withdrew all protections over this space.

Summer Flower Painting is certainly not a brute force.

Her perception was extremely strong. When Ebisu removed the protection of this space, she immediately sensed it and understood part of his thoughts.

Her bird-shaped pupils, red on the outside and black on the inside, revealed a deep luster as she pondered.

"Give up resistance?"

"No, they are trying to deceive me with this behavior."

"The strength of a mid-level god is not that simple."

Moreover, although some gods do not possess divine artifacts, Natsume Hanae clearly knew this from the perspective of Naraku the God of the Ages through divine invasion.

Ebisu possesses a divine artifact.

Divine artifacts are a god's primary means of attack.

Even among gods of the same level, the difference in combat power between those who possess divine artifacts and those who do not is entirely different.

A divine artifact is almost equivalent to a fully offensive god of the same nature but without consciousness. When gods of the same level fight, if one side possesses a divine artifact, it is equivalent to facing two gods, so how could it possibly be a match for the other?

Realizing this, Natsumi Hanae gradually understood.

"As expected of a god who survived from a thousand years ago, he still has some cunning."

"In the confined space, I was unable to use the divine weapon due to my fierce and relentless attacks."

"But once we're outside, the world is much bigger, and we'll have the chance to take out our divine weapons and fight me to the death."

"but……"

The shattering of space means that this sea of ​​blood will be completely swallowed up by the spatial turbulence and disappear.

To give up all of this in exchange for an opportunity.

I must say, that takes real guts.

Even if Natsumi Hanae figured this out, it wouldn't matter; it was a completely open conspiracy.

Ebisu has removed the spatial protection; if Natsume Hanae wants to continue fighting, she will break through the space sooner or later.

Of course, this so-called open scheme is just Ebisu's way of trying to get out of his current predicament.

In that case, Summer Flower Painting should naturally satisfy the other party.

For her, this space was indeed a bit cramped, making it impossible to showcase her true abilities.

As for the final blow to shatter this space, it will naturally have to be a big one.

"call---"

Summer Flower took a deep breath, and the power of the ancient gods surged throughout her body.

An ominous black mist clung to his entire body like a nightmare.

Ebisu was still resisting, clinging to a sliver of hope that he could create distance in the space and find an opportunity to use his divine weapon.

With a thought, a wound appeared in his palm.

A large amount of fresh blood flowed out from it and dripped into the sea of ​​blood below.

In an instant, endless crimson tentacles, as vast as the sky and as worms from the abyss, entangled and coiled around Summer Flower Painting.

I want to restrain it.

Seeing this, Natsumi Hanae pursed her cherry lips slightly, and with a gentle exhale, the power of the ancient god that she had just inhaled spread out from her mouth.

Make contact with the tentacles pointing downwards.

The moment they made contact, the crimson tentacles seemed to be startled and suddenly recoiled backward.

Subsequently, the tip of the blood-red tentacle was quickly stained black.

The blackening process was incredibly fast, starting with one strand, then a third of the endless tentacles, then half, until it was all gone.

All the tentacles were dyed the colors of summer floral paintings.

The power of the Old Gods is inherently strange, and what Natsuhikae did was to drag those blood-red tentacles into the filth.

And it will be under control.

She pointed lightly at Ebisu, and the endless crimson tentacles that had been pointing at her turned into pitch-black tentacles, binding Ebisu.

Ebisu looked embarrassed. After dodging several times, he realized there were just too many tentacles.

I was accidentally caught by a cat.

His body paused slightly, but in that brief pause, dozens of tentacles clung to his body, preventing him from pulling away for a moment.

The next moment, its body was swallowed up by countless tentacles, leaving only its head.

Faced with such a bizarre power.

Ebisu clearly realized something, his expression instantly changing as he stared wide-eyed, his blood-red, coin-like eyes widening in disbelief.

"!!!"

"This is a bizarre and corrupt power. You have fused divinity and the bizarre?!"

"Are you a calamity god?!?!"

"madman!!"

Indeed, the fusion of defiled power and divinity can greatly enhance one's own power.

However, in contrast, the incessant muttering in my mind and the constant onslaught of malice seemed to be at odds with the entire earth, even with the consciousness of the gods.

If the fusion process takes too long, it can also drive it crazy.

Of course, Natsume Hanae is different; all her power is contained within [Natsume].

She was completely unaware of the so-called drawbacks.

Ignore Ebisu's words.

Summer Flower's gaze grew increasingly cold.

In his pupils, a jet-black bird leaped and flapped its wings.

It was as if thousands of scarlet lights were flashing in my eyes.

Behind her, an ominous, dark, halo-like divine ring appeared and disappeared, and in the center of the ring, countless eyes opened simultaneously.