Because of the sudden appearance of the Nine-Tailed Fox leading nurous high-level evil spirits, the entire spiritualist community and the governnt of Tokyo have fallen into a state of panic.
At the Isayama family estate, in a secluded courtyard, Isayama Yomi was sitting alone in one of the rooms. Suddenly, a faint sound ca from the courtyard, startling Yomi, who had been resting with her eyes closed, causing her to snap them open.
"Go to hell!"
Just as she opened her eyes, several gleaming blades accompanied by a furious shout swung toward her. Yomi was startled, but her body instinctively leaped into the air, flipping to dodge this long-preditated assassination attempt.
"Why?"
Looking at the five people clearly wearing the Isayama family crest, Yomi felt a pang of heartache mixed with profound confusion.
"Bah! Do you think because you lost your mory, your blood debts don't have to be repaid?!"
the middle-aged man leading the group in the center ripped off the hood masking his face, revealing an elderly countenance.
"Lost mory? Debts?"
Yomi softly repeated the man's words, searching her mind for information related to these two keywords.
"Even though you've clearly beco a serial killer, you get to escape death just because you're the Patriarch's daughter? I will never agree to such a thing!"
With another loud shout, the middle-aged man stopped wasting words. He beckoned his four companions, who had also lost their closest kin, to hack at Yomi.
"Please wait, I don't want to fight you."
Because Shishio had been taken by the Nine-Tailed Fox, Yomi currently had no suitable weapon in hand. Furthermore, although Tsuchimiyaka Kagura and Isayama Naraku believed she had broken free from the Fox's control, just to be safe, there was almost no furniture in her recovery room that could be used as a weapon.
Faced with five enemies who, though low in rank, were experienced veterans, the unard and unmotivated Yomi was quickly forced into a corner within the narrow room.
"Don't want to fight? Go to hell and say those words to my child!"
The middle-aged man was literally laughed with rage by Yomi's words. He launched an even more violent flurry of slashes, aiming every move at Yomi's vitals, determined to cut her down on the spot today!
Soon, under the coordinated assault of the five n, various degrees of cuts appeared all over Yomi's body. Seeing her miserable state, drenched in blood from head to toe, the five Isayama clansn felt no rcy; instead, a sense of gratification rose in their hearts.
"No... don't force to do it!"
Due to her injuries, Yomi's dodging movents had developed flaws. Watching the five n continue to close in, she pleaded desperately. However, how could five people blinded by anger and hatred listen to her request?
"Die!"
Surrounding Yomi in the center, the five n simultaneously raised their swords and hacked down fiercely! Instantly, cherry-red blood splattered across the entire courtyard.
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In the otherworld, Hikigaya Hachiman was still frantically harvesting Spirit Coins.
Although the evil spirits were not fools and scattered to escape after seeing Hachiman's frenzied attacks on their kind, his speed was clearly faster! Hachiman specifically chose high-level spirits to kill. Therefore, in just half an hour, apart from the low-level spirits caught in his area-of-effect attacks, those he killed were almost entirely General-rank and Special-rank spirits!
"Are the Spirit Coins already at two hundred thousand?"
Stopping briefly to regroup, Hachiman glanced at his Spirit Coin balance and couldn't help but sigh. "Lately, it's getting easier and easier to earn Spirit Coins."
"Hmph, so it's you?"
Just as Hachiman was musing, the already gloomy sky suddenly grew several shades darker. Along with a disdainful cold snort, a man with black hair, purple eyes, and a temperant that could only be described as eerie suddenly appeared before him.
"A Ghost God?"
Hachiman narrowed his eyes to observe the figure that had suddenly appeared, raising his vigilance to the highest level.
"That Nine-Tails fellow actually said I couldn't even beat a Demigod-level human like you. Today, I'm going to see just how strong you are!"
After dropping a harsh line, the High-Rank Ghost God stopped wasting words and charged straight at Hachiman. A massive spiritual flow soared into the sky, subsequently transforming into various swords and blades that hacked toward the Ghost God.
However, the High-Rank Ghost God appeared contemptuous of Hachiman's attack. Without looking aside, it charged straight through, letting the blades strike its body with a clanging, tallic sound.
Seeing that his attacks were ineffective, Hachiman did not panic. After all, the spirit before him was a High-Rank Ghost God. If ordinary attacks worked so easily, this Ghost God's strength would be far too lackluster.
The mont the blades failed, countless silver chains replaced them, reconverging on the High-Rank Ghost God's path toward Hachiman. Perhaps influenced by the Inari Shrine, now that he could freely control his spiritual power to manifest various tools, Hachiman increasingly enjoyed manifesting countless chains to entwine and bind his enemies.
However, the dense chains at most interfered with the High-Rank Ghost God's speed. It still swung its sharp claws and reached Hachiman, slashing down fiercely!
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out the mont the Demon-Slaying Blade collided with the claws. Then, with a flick of Hachiman's hand, the sharp blade instantly sliced the claws in half.
"What?"
The High-Rank Ghost God was shocked, never expecting its sturdy claws to be severed so easily. But imdiately after, a surge of wild fury rose in its heart. To have its claws cut off by a re Demigod! If word of this got out, it would have no place left in the entire world of evil spirits!
"I must kill him!"
The killing intent in the High-Rank Ghost God's eyes completely overflowed. Two purple flas appeared in its hands, then transford into two long whips that lashed out violently at Hachiman!
This was the first ti Hachiman had encountered an opponent using this type of whip. Although he was a bit disheveled in his defense at first, he quickly thought of a counterasure!
As the purple fla whips lashed out again, three silver chains lunged from all directions to entangle them. This sudden turn of events caused the High-Rank Ghost God to frown. It tried to pull back to retract the whips, but the silver chains bit firmly into the purple flas and wouldn't let go.
anwhile, Hachiman was already charging toward it along the whips, Demon-Slaying Blade in hand!
"Dammit!"
A sense of frustration flashed through the High-Rank Ghost God's mind upon seeing its weapon so easily countered. It was forced to temporarily abandon its weapon and switch to throwing a punch at the incoming Hachiman.
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