Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

……

The entire building was shaking; the tsunami had caused a severe earthquake.

The light bulbs above the dance floor on the first floor of Takama-ga-hara fell one after another, and the huge crystal chandelier was shaking.

Below it, guests in short skirts with bare arms screamed in terror. These socialites from Tokyo's upper class ignored etiquette and manners at this moment, scrambling and pushing each other to evacuate from the dance floor to a safe environment, but the more crowded and chaotic the scene became, some women in high heels fell to the ground, and for a while no one could escape from the crowded dance floor.

At the moment the crystal chandelier fell, a figure jumped high from the crowd and kicked the main frame of the chandelier with his shiny cow-head leather shoes. The chandelier with a diameter of one and a half meters was kicked out and hit the side wall. Crystal fragments flew in all directions, like a transparent rain. The fragments cut the girls' white arms and necks. Fierce cries and wails broke out in the crowd, and a doomsday atmosphere quickly filled Takama-ga-hara.

The figure who kicked the crystal chandelier took off the mask on his face after landing, revealing his handsome face with blond hair and blue eyes. In the past, when this face appeared in Takama-ga-hara, he would always be supported by countless women, but today no one was interested in appreciating this face. In the face of the imminent disaster, the only thing driving everyone's mind was the instinct of refuge and survival.

Caesar took off his suit jacket and Chu Zihang quickly came to his side.

"Isn't this noise a bit too loud?" Caesar frowned.

"The 'God' has revived," Chu Zihang whispered. "This is an unprecedented elemental turbulence. Japan's climate has been completely disrupted. Only a being of the 'God's' caliber could create such a massive elemental turbulence... Xia Mi and Old Tang at Hongjing must have successfully awakened the 'God'. The moment predicted by Lu Mingfei is about to arrive."

"Hongjing is over a hundred kilometers from Tokyo, right? That thing awakened in Hongjing and actually triggered a tsunami in the Sea of ​​Japan?" Caesar said in surprise. "Judging from the situation, it seems that thing wants to sink the Japanese island?"

"Probably not." Chu Zihang shook his head. "Japan is her homeland. Although 'God' may not have fully regained consciousness, her remaining instincts will not allow her to sink her 'home'."

Hearing Chu Zihang's words, Caesar was suddenly stunned, and then his expression became a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked Caesar.

"Maybe Japan isn't that guy's hometown..." Caesar muttered softly, "That guy's hometown seems to be that ancient underwater city, 'Takamagahara'... Did we sink his hometown?"

Chu Zihang was also stunned. This killer from Kassel Academy also showed a rare guilty look.

"If, when the 'God' died, Takama-ga-hara, as her hometown and grave, sank into the depths of the abyss along with the 'God', then now that the 'God' has resurrected, her subconscious will guide her back to her former hometown, but she is now trapped in the Red Well." Chu Zihang paused here, "In that case, the purpose of the 'God' in causing this tsunami is..."

"Damn it! This thing is trying to pull up her hometown, Takama-ga-hara, from the bottom of the ocean!" Caesar's expression was visibly ugly. "But Takama-ga-hara has already sunk into the magma on the seabed. What on earth is she trying to pull up?"

"I don't know, but 'God' is in its infancy. She may not have developed any wisdom yet. All her actions are based on her pre-existing instincts." Chu Zihang said seriously, "You can imagine 'God' as a newborn baby. The only thing she wants is to return to her birthplace, but she doesn't actually know that her birthplace no longer exists."

"Oh, my God, what a fitting metaphor!" Caesar couldn't help but grumble. "A child as big as a mountain, making such a fuss that he could overturn half of Japan, yet you speak so casually, as if this child is clamoring for his parents to find his lost toy!"

"I remembered something..." Chu Zihang said suddenly.

"Just tell me what you think of. Why are you still keeping me in suspense at this hour?" Caesar raised an eyebrow. "Are you planning to take this secret with you to your coffin?"

"Are you saying that the 'Takama-ga-hara' that fell into the sea has really been completely destroyed?" Chu Zihang asked.

Caesar was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Didn't we drop the nuclear bomb ourselves? We were all there, and the force of the nuclear power silo explosion nearly collapsed Japan's continental shelf, didn't it? The Abyss has already collapsed, and we all saw Takama-ga-hara fall into the magma on the seabed. Is it possible for it to survive? Besides, it's just the remains of an ancient city. Even if it survived, what good would it do? Could it really float up from 8,000 meters below the sea?"

"No, I mean those corpses buried under Takamagahara." Chu Zihang muttered to himself, "Can magma really kill those things completely?"

Caesar was stunned.

"When Takama-ga-hara crashed into the seabed, some of the corpse guards hadn't yet awakened from their slumber. Those monsters concocted by the ancient hybrids, that giant dragon statue, the Lenin assimilated by an ancient dragon embryo..." Chu Zihang's brows gradually furrowed. "No, maybe the 'God' causing this tsunami wasn't an accidental act after she woke up... This was the Emperor's summons. The 'God' might want to use this tsunami to bring her something."

"What can she bring?" Caesar asked in a stunned manner.

Chu Zihang did not answer Caesar, he just looked at Caesar deeply. With the tacit understanding between them now, Caesar quickly understood Chu Zihang's eyes, and then fear quickly spread across the faces of both of them.

On the walls of Takama-ga-hara on all four sides, pitch-black cracks extended and spread like vines, and the surging sea water with white foam suddenly shot out from the gaps in the doors and windows and the cracks in the walls on all sides. The white water stream shot across Takama-ga-hara like a high-pressure water gun.

This is despite the fact that this old French Catholic church is made of solid materials and has a sturdy structure. You should know that in today's tsunami, most of the houses on Kabukicho Street have collapsed, and even many skyscrapers in Chiyoda and Shibuya districts have been washed away, not to mention the Minato Ward, which is adjacent to Tokyo Bay and was the first to be hit.

The wine bottles on the table were hit by the high-pressure water flow like being hit by bullets. They suddenly exploded and glass shards flew everywhere, cutting the girls who were fleeing nearby, just like fragmentation grenades being detonated.

Seeing the white water dragon rushing towards a pyramid made of champagne in front of the stage, the humpback whale took a few steps ahead and pounced out. He used his huge body to knock the champagne pyramid to the ground, and then the humpback whale fell heavily to the ground. Countless sharp fragments scratched his chest and face, and the wine soaked his entire body.

Knowing he'd get hurt, the old cowherd still stepped forward without hesitation. As the manager of Takama-ga-hara, he felt obligated to protect all these customers while they were in his shop... Truly worthy of the nickname "Whale"! If the situation hadn't been dire, Humpback Whale's actions would have surely earned him applause, and Takama-ga-hara's prestige would have soared to a new level throughout Kabukicho!

But no matter how brave the humpback whale was, it could not save everyone, because he was just a mortal, and the courage of mortals was nothing in front of the mighty power of "God". In just a few tens of seconds, the sea water had submerged the first floor of Takama-ga-hara, and the water was up to everyone's waist. Some short girls kicked off their high heels, and the water surface even flooded their chests. The cold sea water made people feel cold and suffocated.

These thinly dressed girls were sobbing and running around in the water. Some girls couldn't even swim and were drowning. They wanted to escape but didn't know where to go because there was water everywhere, cold water in all directions, and the whole city was submerged in sea water.

……

The three family heads stood on the rooftop of Takama-ga-hara. They were all wet, not knowing whether they were wet by the rain or the waves. The rushing water roared past their feet, and they felt like they had come from the rooftops of the city to the shore of a river embankment.

"Kaze Group! Kaze Group!" Fuma Kotaro shouted into the intercom. "What is the extent of the damage to the streets? What is the casualty rate among Tokyo residents?"

The Wind Group is a group of ninjas from the Fuma family who ride in helicopters. Each of them possesses superb helicopter flying skills and a pair of sharp "eagle eyes"... But there was no voice in the walkie-talkie to answer Fuma Kotaro, the respected old head of the family. Only a rustling noise flowed through the earphones. All members of the Wind Group had lost contact.

"Damn it! How could the ionization be so severe?" Fuma Kotaro's expression was extremely grim. "Doesn't ionization only occur during nuclear explosions?"

"No, it also occurs during sunspot eruptions and tidal fluctuations. The ionization of the atmosphere is affected by the magnetic field." Sakurai Nanami said, "It's obvious that the cause of severe ionization is the same as the cause of this huge tsunami... The situation that the family is most worried about has already occurred."

For the Sheqi Eight Clans, this is the worst case scenario... The "God" has awakened, catastrophe has come, and the entire country is in danger.

"No need to call." Inuyama He reminded Fuma Kotaro, and he pointed somewhere, "That's the family helicopter, right?"

Fuma Kotaro looked in the direction of Inuyama He's finger, and his pupils suddenly shrank... On a rooftop a street away, the wreckage of a helicopter was lying across the guardrail. It was the helicopter of the Snake Family, but there was no one in the cockpit of the helicopter.

"Fire Team! Forest Team!" Sakurai Nanami also shouted loudly into the intercom.

The ionization phenomenon of Sakurai Nanami's walkie-talkie was much better than that of Fuma Kotaro, but still no one responded to her... The Fire Group was composed of the family's sniper and the hybrids with excellent physical skills, while the Forest Group was the armed men who confronted Lu Mingfei and others at the gate of Takama-ga-hara the day before. The Fire Group and the Forest Group together had more than a thousand people, but they had all lost contact at this moment.

This disaster came so suddenly and was impossible to resist. Even an association like the Snake Eight Families, which was composed of mixed-bloods, was shattered by the huge waves, not to mention the ordinary citizens of Tokyo... and this was only the beginning of the catastrophe. God knows what kind of disaster is waiting for them next.

"Master Fuma...Master Fuma..." A voice suddenly came from Fuma Kotaro's intercom.

Chapter 571 Elemental Turbulence

Fuma Kotaro was stunned for a moment, then called into the intercom: "Yamagumi! Yamagumi! What's the situation outside Shinjuku?"

Fuma Kotaro could tell that this was the voice of the head of the Yamagumi. The Yamagumi was responsible for guarding various intersections in Shinjuku District, implying that the defense line of the Snake Eight Families was as solid as a mountain. The Yamagumi was originally responsible for intercepting Caesar, Lu Mingfei, and Kazama Ruri who might escape, and also had the task of keeping an eye on the fierce demons who might raid Takama-ga-hara.

But the tsunami was an unexpected situation. No matter how strong the defense line set up by the Eight Snake Families was, it would have been washed to pieces by the tide at this moment. Even the Wind Group had lost contact. Fuma Kotaro did not expect to receive communication from the Mountain Group. This was an unexpected surprise in this sudden catastrophe.

However, the next words that came out of the intercom made Fuma Kotaro's mood suddenly sink.

"It's lost... The family's defenses have been breached..." The panicked voice of the Yamagumi leader came out intermittently over the intercom, "Enemy attack... The enemy has broken through the blockade outside Shinjuku District... Approaching Kabukicho..."

A loud gunshot and screams were heard from the intercom, and the voice of the mountain group leader stopped abruptly here.

Enemy attack... The head of the Yama Group had obviously been killed. Fuma Kotaro held the walkie-talkie tightly, his face ashen.

At this critical juncture, there is only one possibility that can surprise Shinjuku District and attack the elite troops of the Sheqi Eight Families... the fierce ghost group!

The Yamagumi also collapsed. Fuma Kotaro was angry but also found it unbelievable... The blockade line of the leaders of the eight snake families was broken by the sudden huge tsunami, but how could the fierce ghost group seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack?

Didn't the members of the Fierce Ghost Clan suffer any casualties in this super tsunami? How could they have timed their attack so precisely? The Fierce Ghost Clan's attack suddenly began when the tsunami destroyed the city and the defensive circle of the Eight Snake Clan.

"You have such a deep mind, General Wang... no, Herzog." Fuma Kotaro said solemnly.

A familiar face emerged in the mind of the old patriarch at this moment, that is Mr. Masamune, who has done great favors to the Yaki Eight Clan. Fuma Kotaro once felt that Mr. Masamune was such a reliable and respected person. Under the leadership of the patriarch, the Yaki Eight Clan could usher in its heyday and the clan members could live a happy life... But now, standing on the opposite side, Fuma Kotaro realized how terrible this person is.

Careful calculations, deep schemes, ruthless hands... If it weren't for Lu Mingfei's reminder, I'm afraid that these family heads would have thought that they had devoted their lives to the family until their death, not knowing that they had been kept in the dark for ten years.

"Fuma-kun, I also heard the conversation just now." Sakurai Nanami looked at Fuma Kotaro, rolled up the sleeves of her kimono, opened the hem of her kimono, and pulled out a pistol and a knife from inside. "We are the only pillars left in the family. The family has no way out. We have no choice but to fight to the death."

"Tachibana Masamune is the general, and the general is Herzog... We must bring this news back to the family." Fuma Kotaro nodded heavily. "We can be killed by the enemy, and our clansmen can die, but no one deserves to die in vain. The family has been deceived for many years and has made many wrong decisions. The truth must be revealed, and someone must dispel the fog of darkness. Even if tomorrow is the end of the family, at least today we should have faith and dignity!"

"The Yaki Eight Clan never fear death! But we cannot die in obscurity. A samurai should die for his beliefs!" Fuma Kotaro, holding the Kikuichimonji, a symbol of his family, turned and looked at Inuyama He. "Inuyama-kun, although it's a little late, we finally share your views. Are you willing to fight alongside us as compatriots?"

"Haven't I always been one of the heads of the Snake Eight Families?" Inuyama He smiled. His thumb gently pushed Onimaru Kunitsuna out of the scabbard. The one-inch blade shone with a blood-like luster. "Is it too late? I don't think so. We are all still alive, right? Just like Lu Jun said, I am also looking forward to the moment when I can fight side by side with my teacher."

……

Tokyo Meteorological Bureau, the hall of the Meteorological Bureau was already in chaos.

Outside the window was Tokyo, ravaged by wind, rain, thunder and lightning. The seawater had submerged the entire city. Fortunately, the Meteorological Bureau was located more than thirty stories high in a building, and its geographical location was very high, so the tide had not reached here at all. However, just now, when the super tsunami surged to its highest height, the foaming waves hit the two floors below the Meteorological Bureau, shattering the building's tempered glass. The entire building was shaking uneasily, but fortunately, it did not collapse.

At this moment in the hall, some people were slumped on the ground with expressions of having survived a disaster. Some were looking at the apocalyptic scene outside the window while staring at the extremely abnormal weather data on the computer screen with disbelief on their faces. Some were guarding the communicator as the Meteorological Bureau's phone had been flooded with calls.

The Prime Minister's Office of Japan asked the Meteorological Bureau why it did not prepare for the arrival of this super tsunami. The Governor of Tokyo also accused the Meteorological Bureau of all the funding and research funds being wasted. The losses caused by the tsunami to Tokyo are simply incalculable. Media from other prefectures such as Kyoto, Nara, Osaka, and Fukui have called the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau to inquire about the situation of the tsunami and whether other areas will be affected. Now is the Internet age and information is developed. Obviously, this sudden disaster has spread to various regions in Japan.

"Mr. Miyamoto! Mr. Miyamoto!" the operator shouted to the middle-aged man at the first seat. "The Kanagawa Meteorological Bureau asked us why we detected such a large-scale tsunami. They said the tsunami caused varying degrees of damage to coastal cities like Yokohama, Kawasaki, and Yokosuka!"

Miyamoto Sawa is the head of the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau, holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tokyo, and is also the uncle of Miyamoto Shio, the head of the Miyamoto family of the Snake Eight Clan.

The operator yelled like a madman, repeating the accusations from high-ranking government officials and all walks of life, but Miyamoto just sat in his seat without saying a word, staring blankly ahead.

In front of Miyamoto Zawa was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, facing due east-southeast, facing Tokyo Bay. At this moment, in Miyamoto Zawa's vision, the coastline of Tokyo Bay and the boundary of the city had become very blurred.

The dikes on the coast were destroyed at the first sight of this unprecedented super tsunami. No matter whether they were giant ships of 10,000 tons or fishing boats, thousands of ships of all sizes docked in the harbor were slammed into the city. The port area of ​​Tokyo was the hardest hit. No matter whether they were skyscrapers or bungalow-like buildings, they had all collapsed. No human figures could be seen in the sight. The land was eroded by the sea, and the elevated roads and pedestrian bridges all collapsed. The port area had almost become a pile of ruins.

The extent of the disaster in various regions cannot be assessed at all. In fact, there is no need to assess. Standing on a high building and looking down, you can tell that the damage in all areas is far beyond the highest level. The wind speed has exceeded level 12, and the heavy rain has made the already flooded city worse... If the warning signs in various districts of Tokyo were not submerged by sea water at this moment, they must be lit in a shocking red.

A disaster of this magnitude is beyond human intervention. Neither the Meteorological Bureau nor the Metropolitan Police Department can provide any effective disaster relief measures. In fact, the Japanese government or the Tokyo government has wronged the Meteorological Bureau, because this disaster was completely unpredictable from the beginning... No, maybe someone could predict it, but the person who could foresee this disaster must not be an ordinary person.

Because this is a catastrophe sent down by "God"... it is "Divine punishment", and the only beings that can predict it are those at the same level as "God", or those that are close to "God".

But is there any existence in this world that can come close to being a "God"?

Even the "Emperor" of the Eight Clans of Sheqi is more than one level lower than the "God".

Miyamoto Ze shifted his gaze from the southeast, stood up abruptly, turned around and walked quickly towards the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the building. He pushed away any researchers who blocked his path.

Miyamoto Ze pressed his forehead hard against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring intently towards the northwest. On the vast and flat ground, a huge bulge rose from the ground, breaking through the dark clouds, like a towering giant stationed in a distant land.

That is Mount Fuji.

Mount Fuji is the highest peak in Japan and the largest active volcano in Japan. It is known as the father of volcanoes. If it erupts one day, it will be a huge disaster for the surrounding towns.

At this time, the sky above Mount Fuji was shrouded in thick dark clouds. Cumulonimbus clouds within a radius of more than ten kilometers gathered into a vortex shape in the sky above Mount Fuji. Dense electric arcs were moving in the clouds like purple snakes. From time to time, lightning struck, hitting trees and igniting forest fires that could not be extinguished even by heavy rain. The rain poured down, and mixed elements gathered in the mountains of more than ten kilometers and rioted.

The Tama River area has completely become an uninhabited restricted area. Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary mixed-bloods who go deep into it are likely to be caught off guard by some elements and die on the spot.

"Mr. Miyamoto, the Tokyo Governor and the Prime Minister's Office are urging us to provide an early warning of the upcoming coastal disasters." Miyamoto's deputy, Koten Unozawa, ran to Miyamoto's side, his face pale. "But all the water level and flow sensors we've deployed along Japan's coastline were destroyed by the tsunami. We can't give a forecast, but the higher-ups are putting pressure on us, saying that if we can't predict the second tsunami within 30 seconds, everyone at the Meteorological Bureau will pack up and leave."

"Bastard!" Miyamoto Ze cursed.

"Mr. Miyamoto, keep your voice down! I know the Metropolitan Police Department, the Governor, and the Prime Minister's Office are all a bunch of assholes, but we can just discuss this kind of thing in private." Xiao Teng Unozawa covered the microphone and lowered his voice to remind Miyamoto Ze, "I'm still on the line. Those good-for-nothings who don't do anything but keep accounts, if they hear us at the Meteorological Bureau cursing them behind our backs, we'll be in big trouble!"

"Don't pay attention to those idiots at the Metropolitan Police Department and the Prime Minister's Office!" Miyamoto's eyes were about to pop out. He pointed to the tall mountain in the distance to the northwest, and his voice was so loud that the entire Meteorological Bureau hall could hear it. "Mount Fuji... Mount Fuji! Forget the tsunami! Focus on Mount Fuji!"

After hearing what Miyamoto Ze said, everyone in the Meteorological Bureau hall was subconsciously stunned for a moment, and then their eyes moved to the northwest of the hall at the same time, and fear filled everyone's face.

The top of Mount Fuji, that tall mountain in the northwest... is emitting thick black smoke into the sky!

"Mount Fuji... is it going to erupt?" A researcher's eyes almost popped out.

"But our people just surveyed the activity of the magma beneath Mount Fuji two days ago." Another researcher's face was also grim. "The results show that the magma beneath Mount Fuji is not in an active period. It should still be at least ten years away from an eruption. How could it happen now..."

Most of these researchers are ordinary people. They certainly don’t understand the meaning of the elemental turbulence brought about by the awakening of the "God". They can only see that the current climate in Japan is really strange... But if the satellite signal is not blocked, the real-time images received from the ground from the satellite will show that the sky above Japan is shrouded by a huge air mass. It is not a dark cloud, nor is it smog... but a magnetic field change caused by the awakening of a Dragon King-level creature.

All the researchers' attention was focused on the imminent eruption of Mount Fuji, and no one noticed that while everyone was surprised by the abnormality of Mount Fuji, Koten Unozawa retreated to a corner with a normal expression.

"Mr. Miyamoto, what should we do now?" The researcher stared at the screen, his body temperature gradually cooling. "We've detected a seismic wave approaching Tokyo from the direction of the Tamagawa River. It's at least a magnitude 8 earthquake! It'll reach the west of Tokyo in just a few seconds!"

"Mr. Miyamoto, the Prime Minister's Office and the Governor have also observed anomalies on Mount Fuji, and they've been asking us to report the situation," another researcher said anxiously to Miyamoto Ze, covering the receiver. "What should we do? Should we report truthfully?"

"Forget about the Prime Minister's Office, or whether or not you're being told to report. From this moment on, you're all fired from the Meteorological Bureau," Miyamoto Ze said, forcing himself to stay calm. "This disaster was impossible to predict, and therefore impossible to avoid. No one has come up with a plan to deal with it... You're no longer researchers. There's no need to stay at your post recklessly. Run for your lives. The faster and higher the better. As for whether you survive... it all depends on fate."

……

On the first floor of Takama-ga-hara, guests braved the water that was up to their chests and pushed and shoved each other, trying to run out of the gate of Takama-ga-hara. They didn't know where to run, but the desire to survive made them want to escape in a panic.

But Fujiwara Kansuke and a group of gigolos were guarding both sides of the gate, using their arms and bodies to stop the guests who wanted to open the door.

Chapter 572: Surprise Attack on Takamahara

"Get out of the way!" a customer yelled at Fujiwara Kansuke and the other gigolos and waiters, "What right do you have to block our way? You're just gigolos! If I'm interested, I'll pay you to play with me. If not, get out of the way!"

"Do you know what you're doing?" some guests accuse us harshly. "I see your Takama-ga-hara is about to collapse, and the water is almost up to our necks. Are you going to leave us in Takama-ga-hara to die with you?"

"My dad must be very worried about me after such a big incident!" Some guests were so anxious that they were almost crying. "Let me go out to find my family, otherwise the army will come and seal off Takama-ga-hara!"

Some guests have lost their minds due to fear, and have turned into primitive beasts. They pounced on the gigolos and waiters, scratching their skin with their sharp nails. Guests with worse personalities would even use their mouths, grab the arms of the gigolos and waiters who tried to stop them, and start biting them.

The gigolos and waiters were in great pain, each enduring the pain in their bodies, but their expressions were surprisingly resolute, and their bodies seemed to be made of steel. The gigolos and waiters held hands and stood firmly at the door of Takama-ga-hara, refusing to move an inch no matter how the guests pushed or bit them.

"This is an order from the boss and the store manager. The streets outside are even more chaotic than Takama-ga-hara. The boss has given us the order to protect the customers of Takama-ga-hara, even at the cost of our lives!" Fujiwara Kansuke said firmly, "None of us will leave our positions until we receive instructions from the boss and the store manager!"

Fujiwara Kansuke was right. The streets outside were now even more dangerous than Takama-ga-hara. If those girls went out of Takama-ga-hara and saw the scene outside, they would only become more desperate.

The height of the tide has already reached above the heads of pedestrians. Huge objects such as cars, telephone poles, and billboards are swept by the turbulent current and rushed across the water surface or under the water. Even solid buildings or walls may be suddenly cracked.

At this moment, the city of Tokyo is filled with fear.

The sea water is still pouring into the city. Now the huge city of Tokyo has also become a sea, a black sea, connected to the Sea of ​​Japan. The black waves push all the way from Tokyo Bay to the city, hitting the buildings and splashing white water.

The streets were no longer visible, and the shorter houses were submerged by the sea. The city turned into an ocean, and the tall buildings turned into miniature islands. Each island was isolated because there were no bridges or boats between them. People stood on the adjacent islands and looked at each other in despair.

Torrential rain fell from the sky without stopping, thick clouds blocked the sky, and the city's power supply system seemed to have been paralyzed by the tsunami. The city of Tokyo, flooded by the tide, looked like a dead and silent sea. Occasionally, when lightning struck a building in the city, a huge crooked shadow would be reflected on the water... That was the building overturned by the tsunami, and it looked like an unknown and terrible giant. The sound of the tide, heavy rain and crying echoed in every corner of the city. No one could have imagined that this prosperous international city would turn into such a desolate and dilapidated scene in just a dozen minutes.

On the rooftop of Takama-ga-hara, Fuma Kotaro, Inuyama Ka, and Sakurai Nanami stood in the east, south, and west directions respectively, looking into the distance with tense expressions.

Since the Demon Clan has broken through the outer blockade of Shinjuku District, they are already very close to Takama-ga-hara and are rapidly approaching Takama-ga-hara. Therefore, the three family heads are monitoring the movements in all directions of Takama-ga-hara to avoid being caught off guard by the Demon Clan's assault force.