"Capture them for me."
Watching his arm getting closer and closer to Angel, Sekiya Natsuo's eyes flickered with madness. As long as he captured Angel, everything would be over. If he didn't, the Iga Clan might really become history, and he would die here.
Without Kawakami Renichi, these Iga Clan members were simply no match for a group of fierce, mid-stage Mythical level experts.
"Ah, my hand, my hand..."
Just as he was about to seize Angel, Sekiya Natsuo suddenly let out an incredibly shrill scream filled with uncontrollable fear, as his figure appeared in the sky, no longer able to control himself.
Under the light, Sekiya Natsuo's right hand seemed to dissolve like melted blood, with the flesh melting in a short time, exposing the chilling white bones. And after the flesh melted, the white bones seemed to have gone through countless people, directly falling from Sekiya Natsuo's body to the ground, shattering like broken glass.
