"Kid, today even if you sprout wings you won't escape. Time to settle everything… has come!"
"Yamata, strike now, full power bombardment, finish it fast!"
"Pff!"
"Shoo shoo…"
"Boom!"
"Rumble…"
In the starry sky ahead, five figures—one large, four smaller—lunged in at full speed. Amaterasu the Old Ghost and Iyoya were on the left, faces twisted as they spat threats. On the right were Tang Ren and Chi Juan, spreading out to flank, closing in to encircle Chen Tang.
And the one charging straight down the middle at Chen Tang was the colossal Yamata no Orochi, its body a full hundred zhang long.
Its size was massive, but its speed was freakishly fast. Before it even got close, the eight serpent heads on its neck had already launched a barrage of energy spell attacks—venom, wind blades, and a river of thunder orbs, all roaring toward Chen Tang, blotting out the sky…
"That guy's been cut off. He's doomed!"
