Zhou Huai showed no politeness whatsoever.
Since Karen has offered herself up, why not take advantage of it?
He reached out and took the heavy black chain; it felt cold to the touch.
The chain's surface wasn't engraved with any intricate magical patterns; it only had a rustic, almost rough texture. However, when your fingertips brushed against it, you could feel a subtle yet domineering pressure.
The origin of this chain is unclear; it was created specifically for confinent and has a natural restraining effect on restrictions, energy flows, and even the fluctuations of artifacts at the level of the pendulum of life.
Thanks.
Zhou Huai casually put the chain into his storage space.
In a critical mont, this thing might just be the secret weapon to turn the tide.
The two n left, but the ga of chess wasn't over yet.
Where exactly is Kujo Hiroharu?
Caesar stood in the empty basent, frowning.
The beetles had gnawed the mansion to pieces, even searching through the rat holes under the foundation, but they still couldn't find any trace of Kujo Hiroharu.
Watching Polina and Karen walk away, Zhou Huai's gaze swept through Caesar's eyes, taking in the empty, deserted house.
The previously tense nerves began to relax, and a thought pierced through the fog.
etc!
I've been overlooking a certain position.
Ise Grand Shrine!
He had overheard Shinichiro Nakamura ntion that deep beneath the Ise Grand Shrine lay the entrance to an ancient ruin, a forbidden area that even the Omiya family dared not easily venture into.
If we were to ask where in the entire city of Tokyo the safest place to perform a sacrificial ceremony, a place that could contain the enormous energy needed to resurrect the gods without being easily interrupted by the outside world.
It must be inside that ruin!
Damn it! This is a classic case of the blind spot being right under your nose!
Having figured this out, Zhou Huai's heart tightened, and a sense of urgency rushed to the top of his head.
We must hurry and get all the clones to Ise Grand Shrine!
However, just as this thought arose...
"Buzz—"
A piercing ringing sound suddenly rang in his mind without warning.
A sharp, stabbing pain pierced his cerebral cortex, then churned ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) wildly.
"Hmm..."
Zhou Huai's vision blurred, and the world began to spin.
The soul was pulled from the body by an invisible hand, and consciousness was interrupted.
His consciousness was forcibly ejected back into his physical body.
In the bedroom of the separate courtyard left by his mother in Donghai City.
Zhou Huai, in his wheelchair, shuddered violently and fell uncontrollably to the ground.
"Bang!"
A deep, resounding sound.
He fell heavily onto the cold floor.
A sharp pain shot through my brain, and my soul was crumbling inch by inch. My vision was filled with static, and the sounds around seed to co and go, sotis near, sotis far.
He tried to call out to Uncle Fu at the door, but no sound ca out of his throat; he could only make a faint whisper.
A wave of intense fatigue washed over him, overwhelming his reason.
That was a sign that the power of the soul was completely exhausted.
It seems... it has reached its limit?
Zhou Huai lay weakly on the ground, his fingers scratching the floor listlessly.
Am I going to die?
At this most critical and fatal mont?
Damn it...
It was so close.
They had already guessed Kujo Hiroharu's location.
Why now of all tis?!
He repeatedly called out the system's na in his mind, trying to find that last glimr of hope.
"System! System! Give a recovery potion! At any cost!"
"System! Respond!"
However, the usually chanical voice was now completely silent.
The system interface in his mind also turned gray and crashed along with his fading consciousness.
Boundless darkness surged in from all around, quickly engulfing his remaining vision.
A mont later, Zhou Huai finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyelids slamd shut as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and he fell into an endless abyss of darkness.
...
at the sa ti.
Tokyo, the land of cherry blossoms.
This is a scene worthy of being recorded in an epic, yet filled with despair.
Just a second after Zhou Huai lost consciousness.
On the ruins of the West Gate, Yasuo, who was wreaking havoc, had just raised his longsword, the golden lightning still leaping at the tip, when he suddenly froze in mid-air.
High in the sky, Gabriel, with his six wings spread, had lost all his luster in his pale golden eyes, which had beco empty and lifeless. He hovered there, his wings no longer flapping, and although the holy light around him was still there, it had lost its vibrant and imposing aura.
In a corner of the ruins, Gandalf, who was chanting a forbidden incantation, suddenly had the light at the tip of his staff go out, and he remained frozen in place, still in the posture of casting a spell.
There's also Xiang Yu wielding a giant shield, Da Yi with his bowstring fully drawn, and Moria lurking in the shadows...
At the sa mont, Zhou Huai's seven clones ceased all action.
Their movents froze, turning them into puppets with their strings cut.
They stood there, motionless, transford into seven lifelike sculptures.
It was at this mont that...
The biggest anomaly in Tokyo is happening rapidly.
"ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream erupted from the evacuating crowd.
Everyone turned to look in horror.
A middle-aged man who was running suddenly stopped.
He was gripped by an invisible hand around the neck, his hands frantically scratching at his throat, his eyes bulging out.
Then, a terrifying scene unfolded.
His once plump and rosy skin began to shrivel, wrinkle, and turn yellow at a visible speed.
The skin's moisture is quickly drained, leaving it dry and shriveled.
"Help...help ..."
He stretched out his withered, emaciated hand, trying to grab the person next to him, but the mont he touched the other person's clothes, he completely turned into a dried-up corpse.
"Clatter".
The mummified corpse lay on the ground, broken into several pieces, extrely fragile.
This is a signal.
Then, the second, the third, the hundredth...
"My hand! What happened to my hand?!"
"No! I don't want to die! Save !"
"Mom! What's wrong? Mom!"
Panic spread rapidly among tens of thousands of people.
Regardless of age, gender, profession, or social status, anyone within the boundaries of Tokyo City cannot escape this terrifying evil magic.
People fell in droves, turning into mummies.
Their life force transford into tiny, invisible golden specks of light that erged from their withered corpses, converging into golden rivers that ignored physical barriers and surged madly in the sa direction.
That direction leads directly to Ise Grand Shrine!
The crowd was thrown into complete chaos.
"Run! Run fast!"
"This is a sacrifice! The sacrifice begins!"
Having lost the protection of their clones and facing this bizarre harvest of death, despair overwheld everyone's reason.
People began to push and trample each other, their cries deafening.
Looking at the hellish scene before him, a Great Xia agent pressed the communicator with trembling hands:
"Team leader, the evacuees have suddenly started dying for no apparent reason."
"What should we do, team leader? What exactly is going on?"
Tang Qi was startled upon hearing this news.
He suddenly stood up from the stool.
His expression was more serious than ever before.
"The pendulum of life has been set in motion!"
"The resurrection ceremony of Amaterasu... has begun!"
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