Kosuke Soma didn't say anything more. He took one last look at the crazed man and slowly raised his withered arm.
As he raised his arm, the world in the painting began to tremble violently.
The sky above, made of ink, was riddled with cracks.
"Snap—"
The sky shattered, and inky fragnts peeled away.
Behind the fragnts was a blood-red starry sky.
Countless massive, burning stars spun in the blood-red sky, radiating an aura of destruction.
"What...what is that?"
A voice trembled with fear among the Kujo family mbers.
Everyone looked up in horror at the terrifying sight above them, a chill running through their bodies.
Kosuke Soma swung his arm down sharply towards the blood-red starry sky.
"Trial".
Two hoarse words escaped his lips.
The next second, in the blood-red starry sky, a burning star trembled violently, then broke free of its trajectory and roared toward the battlefield, trailing a fiery tail.
Then, the second, the third... hundreds and thousands of burning stars moved at the sa ti.
They transford into a shower of teors and fire, covering the entire battlefield.
A teorite fell from the sky!
"defense!!"
"Quickly raise the shield!!"
Within the Kujo family's camp, the middle-aged man in command let out a hoarse roar.
The surviving professionals awoke as if from a dream, their faces filled with terror and despair. They frantically channeled their energy to erect various shields, attempting to withstand this apocalyptic scene.
However, all of this was in vain.
"boom!"
The first teorite struck precisely onto a massive shield held up by a dozen or so tank-type warriors.
The sturdy shield shattered the mont it touched the teorite, not even lasting a second.
Flas and shockwaves engulfed the dozen or so tank-type warriors, instantly vaporizing them without them being able to utter a single scream.
The teorite continued its trajectory and crashed deeply into the ground.
"Boom—"
The earth trembled violently, and the shockwave spread outwards, tearing dozens of Kujo family professionals flying and shredding.
This is just the beginning.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—"
More teorites rained down.
The entire world depicted in the painting has been transford into a purgatory.
Countless Kujo family professionals were engulfed by flas and torn apart by shockwaves amidst their desperate cries.
No! Don't!
"Help! Help !"
Screams and curses echoed through the sky, but were quickly drowned out by the continuous explosions.
Just then, a cold snort rang out.
"snort."
Looking at the sky full of teorites, Wada Hirayama showed no fear, but rather an excited and bloodthirsty smile.
"A trivial skill."
He twisted his neck, and his joints cracked.
"Master, please step back."
"Let shatter this sky."
Before he finished speaking, he slamd his toes on the ground and soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of silver light as he bravely faced the apocalyptic rain of fire.
Wada Hirayama's figure moved so fast in mid-air that it beca a blur, and the samurai sword in his hand shone with a dazzling light.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
A series of silver blade lights intertwined in the air to form a net.
A teorite that ca head-on was sliced into dozens of pieces the mont it ca into contact with the blade net.
He Tianpingshan's figure never stopped, weaving through the gaps in the teorite shower.
His blade was incredibly fast; each strike precisely cleaved a burning teorite in mid-air.
In a short ti, he actually managed to clear a relatively safe airspace in the teor shower all by himself.
The surviving mbers of the Kujo family below looked at the figure in mid-air, and a glimr of hope rekindled on their despairing faces.
However, the next second
The crimson star curtain shone brightly.
More, larger, and more intensely burning teorites fell from the starry sky, several tis the number that had just fallen.
For every one of the Hetian Hirayama stones shattered, ten more hurtled down.
The safe zone he had just cleared was instantly covered by an even denser rain of fire.
"Boom!"
A giant teorite with a diater of over ten ters broke through the blockade of Wada Hirayama and crashed heavily into the center of the remaining formation of the Kujo family.
The earth was torn open, and nearly a hundred professionals were wiped out along with the ground beneath their feet.
Damn it!
Wada Hirayama cursed angrily, his aura becoming even more violent.
He drew his sword faster and faster, the sword light almost forming a continuous silver curtain.
But in the end, he was just one person, with only two hands and a knife.
teorites, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ however, are endless.
He could shatter ten or a hundred, but he couldn't shatter the entire sky.
Hiroharu Kujo shook his head.
"it's useless."
"No matter how fast you chop, you can't outpace the speed at which his paintbrush falls."
This is the world of Kosuke Soma's paintings.
Although these teorites are all drawn, the damage they caused is very real.
Watching his n being burned to a crisp in the rain of fire, Kujo Hiroharu showed no panic whatsoever; instead, he wore a smile of appreciation.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the flas and smoke, looking at the aged figure in the air.
"Kosuke Soma has appeared. You two may consider making a move."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Two powerful auras erupted from a black sedan in the convoy.
"boom!"
The roof of the car was ripped off by a force.
Two figures rushed out from the roof of the car.
One of them was a giant man over two ters tall, bald, with bulging muscles all over his body.
He faced a falling teorite head-on, neither dodging nor avoiding it, and roared angrily.
"drink!"
He threw a punch!
"Bang—"
With a muffled thud, the burning teorite shattered into powder under his fist.
The other person was a middle-aged man in a white suit and gold-rimd glasses, with a refined deanor.
Faced with the falling teor shower, he raised his hand, spread his fingers towards the sky, and gently clenched them.
Hundreds of burning teorites were suspended in mid-air.
The middle-aged man flipped his wrist.
"broken."
All the teorites in mid-air instantly turned to ashes.
The blood-red sky quickly faded, turning back to pitch black.
The apocalyptic vision disappeared.
In the air, Soma Kosuke's figure swayed.
His voice ca from all directions, filled with astonishnt.
"Why?"
Why are you two here?
The giant and the man in the white suit fell from the sky and stood next to Kujo Hiroji.
The two looked up at the sky, with polite smiles on their faces.
The giant smiled and spoke in a booming voice.
"It's been a long ti, Mr. Kosuke."
The man in the white suit pushed up his gold-rimd glasses and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"We also ca to the land of cherry blossoms at the invitation of Mr. Hiroji Kujo."
"I never expected to encounter sothing like this."
"That's really surprising."
In the sky, Kosuke Soma looked furious.
"Kujou Hiroharu, in order to defeat , you actually went so far as to collude with the Dawn Guild!"
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