As the erald green magatama slowly erged, everyone's face showed an expression of excitent, as if they had survived a catastrophe.
Found it!
The Yasakani no Magatama is truly hidden in the corpse of Kosuke Soma that everyone initially overlooked!
The man in the white suit showed no joy on his face; instead, he was as pale as a dead man.
He suddenly raised his hand, his palm aid at the magatama that was radiating a sacred aura.
"co over!"
He gave a low shout, his hand forming a claw, and he suddenly inhaled.
An invisible, reality-distorting force erupted instantly.
The erald green jade pendant seed to be drawn by sothing, transforming into a stream of light that instantly crossed the collapsing space and was firmly sucked into his hand.
The mont the Yasakani no Magatama was grasped.
"Snap—!!!"
A crisp, resounding crash, like glass shattering, echoed throughout the world.
This world in the painting, which is irreversibly "degrading," suddenly trembled.
Then, to everyone's horrified gaze, it shattered with a deafening roar!
The ominous blood moon in the sky, like a punctured balloon, silently burst.
The two-dinsional force that was crushing everything ca to an abrupt halt.
Space, ti, light...
Everything ca to a standstill at that mont.
The next second.
The world is falling apart.
Countless black ink dots and shattered fragnts of the painting, like fluttering butterflies, filled the entire field of vision.
A powerful, suffocating tearing force ca from all directions.
It was as if they were trying to forcibly tear their souls away from this broken world.
...
The sky was already showing signs of dawn.
A cool morning breeze blew by, carrying a hint of earthy fragrance.
When Kujo Hiroji regained consciousness, he found himself in a desolate wilderness.
Beneath my feet is real earth, and above my head is the real sky.
They ca out.
"Cough...cough cough!"
A violent coughing sound ca from the side.
Kujo Hiroji turned his head and saw the mysterious man in the white suit kneeling on the ground, his face as pale as paper, and he looked completely listless.
The eight-foot-long magatama in his hand had lost all its luster, becoming dull and lifeless, like an ordinary object.
Clearly, stopping the operation of this divine artifact also cost him a great deal of his power.
"Thump."
Another muffled thud.
Having transford into the form of a golden Buddha and withstood most of the damage, Bhadra has now returned to his original state.
He was covered in blood and knelt on the ground in a sorry state.
The six arms that had supported the golden shield were now completely empty, having been severed by the spatial tearing force the mont the world in the painting shattered.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with the shock of surviving a close call.
However, the worst off was Hetian Hirayama.
He lay quietly on the grass not far away, motionless, like a broken doll that had been carelessly discarded.
Most of his body was gone.
From the left leg to the right shoulder, it looked as if a large chunk had been slashed away at an angle.
Even its head had been neatly sliced off in half.
Crimson blood was flowing continuously from the hideous wound, quickly staining the grass beneath him a shocking dark red.
His health points are less than one-tenth.
If it weren't for the abnormally strong vitality of an SS-level professional, anyone else would probably be dead by now.
The man in the white suit struggled to his feet and walked to Hetian Pingshan's side.
He stretched out his hand, and a faint white light appeared in his palm, covering the horrific wound on Heida Hirayama.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The blood that was gushing out was gradually stopped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After doing all this, the man in the white suit turned even paler.
He twitched the corner of his mouth.
"This old guy's vitality is quite strong."
"He won't die anyti soon."
"If we go back and find a top-notch healer specializing in light magic, maybe... there's still hope."
Upon hearing this, Kujo Hiroharu simply nodded slightly.
He didn't even glance at Wada Hirayama, as if the person lying on the ground wasn't a comrade-in-arms, but an insignificant tool.
His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the distant horizon.
That's the direction of Lake Kawaguchi.
"Let him stay here for now."
"We need to get to Kawaguchiko quickly."
Despite having just escaped from a seemingly hopeless situation.
But Kujo Hiroji's taut nerves did not relax in the slightest.
He had a bad feeling about it.
From the mont Kosuke Soma launched the ambush to the mont they were trapped in the realm of the Yasakani no Magatama.
Over such a long period of ti.
The insect tar who had been secretly causing trouble had not yet appeared.
Where did he go?
What are you doing?
anwhile, at Lake Kawaguchi, Fuji Castle.
"Sizzle—"
The hard ice layer emitted a mournful "crack" as it rapidly lted under Polina's precise control.
A few seconds later, Karen's tall body broke free from the ice and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Damn it!"
His lips were frozen purple, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, and a chilling aura emanated from his entire body.
"It's so cold! I'm freezing!"
Karen cursed as she struggled to her feet.
But his large hand remained firmly gripping the pendulum of life, which had been frozen along with it and was now just being unfrozen, without the slightest loosening of his grip.
He looked at Caesar, who had joined him, his voice trembling slightly from the cold.
"Master of a Hundred Faces, what's next?"
Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, his voice calm.
"I'll create opportunities for you."
"You guys figure out a way to get out of here with the pendulum of life."
Just then.
Hehehehe—
A sharp, piercing laugh, like the scraping of tal, ca from high above without warning.
The laughter was full of malice and mockery, like steel needles piercing the eardrums of everyone present.
The three of them looked up at the sa ti.
A twisted black shadow, flapping its nauseating fleshy wings, slowly flew in from the distant horizon.
As he approached, a dense aura of death and resentnt swept over him like a tangible tide.
Finally, the figure hovered above the three of them.
Even the well-traveled Polina and Karen couldn't help but have their pupils contract sharply the mont they saw who it was.
The other party's appearance was extrely ferocious and terrifying.
It was a cohesive body ford by countless contorted, painful faces squeezed and stacked together.
Those faces included n and won, young and old, and each face was frozen with the most extre fear and despair before death.
They wriggled slowly beneath his skin, silently hissing and wailing, as if they might break free at any mont.
He had four arms.
One arm was a [N O V E L I G H T] stark white bone, and the pale claws were burning with eerie green flas.
The other one was covered in purplish-black scales, with a sharp barb at the end that glead with a tallic glint.
The remaining two arms looked like they were haphazardly pieced together from countless corpses, covered with stitches and pustules.
The fleshy wings on his back were even more disgusting; they were clearly made of countless peeled human skins, forcibly sewn together with black silk threads, with dried blood and broken flesh still hanging on them.
"King of all demons, Kujo Masakage."
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