"Th… what is this? Human, what did you do?"
Within the purple-black mist, Moryo glanced at the tentacles that had not regenerated, his scarlet eyes locking tightly onto Aoba, who stood atop the dragon's head.
The tentacles that had just been destroyed by him, he could no longer sense that portion of chakra.
It was as if it had suddenly vanished from his world. That was why the tentacles had not recovered.
"What did I do?"
Aoba's expression was calm, "I only proved that you're not invincible either. You're nothing but a frog at the bottom of a well, living in a tiny Land of Demons, thinking the world is only this big, with no idea how vast the outside world really is."
"Damn insect, you've enraged me!"
"My power is invincible!"
After being mocked by Aoba, Moryo grew even more furious and stopped thinking altogether.
He was originally a monster born from the miko's negative emotions. Losing his reason easily was only natural.
Driven by shame and rage, several more tentacles with snake heads began to crazily besiege Aoba.
Yet Aoba merely raised his hand slightly. The chakra beads in his palm floated before him, spinning at high speed, stirring up a violent wind. Like a vortex, they sliced toward the tentacles surging at him.
Several more tentacles were shredded like meat in a grinder, turning into smoke and scattering into the air.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
Seeing this, Moryo became even more insane. The hissing roar from his mouth seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.
"I will tear you apart, along with your soul, so that you never enter the Pure Land!"
In the next moment, torrents of darkness burst from the ground.
The sky, which had already begun to pale at the horizon, was once again covered by the purple-black surge. The entire sky darkened.
In an instant, countless thick tentacles shot out, fiercely lashing toward Aoba's position.
Not only were they incredibly fast, their power was immense. As they twisted and slammed down, the solid earth was sliced and torn apart as easily as tofu.
In the distance, Shion was completely stunned.
Without unsealing the bell at her chest, she could hardly imagine how she was supposed to defeat such a terrifying Moryo.
"ROAR!"
Moryo howled wildly. In his blood-red eyes flashed savage delight. He could not wait to see Aoba crushed and trampled under his power, reduced to a miserable state where he could not even speak a word.
"Heh!"
Looking at Moryo's madness, Aoba only let out a cold laugh.
The chakra beads returned to his hand. This time, they revolved around his palm, as if forming a line. A storm far more terrifying than before began to brew.
"Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!"
The massive storm driven by the chakra beads expanded in an instant to a size nearly equal to Moryo himself.
Under such a violent storm, no matter how many tentacles Moryo had, they were like clay oxen entering the sea, silently turning into black mist and dissipating between heaven and earth, unable to stir the slightest ripple.
After shredding all the tentacles that attacked him, Aoba continued to control the storm toward Moryo's main body.
"Th… how is this possible?"
Moryo's remaining tentacles trembled in the air. In that crazed, twisted posture was an indescribable panic.
Fear began to spread in Moryo's heart.
The reason he had lost to anger returned because of fear after witnessing Aoba's attack.
Even the madness in his eyes cleared a little.
With that strike just now, he had lost nearly half his power. With fewer negative emotions, his reason naturally returned.
"It's all over."
Aoba said nothing, only directing the storm to sweep toward Moryo.
"No, this can't be! What kind of power is this?"
Watching the storm approach him, the remaining snake-like bodies within the purple-black mist twisted frantically again, hissing in both fury and terror.
That storm could erase his power, making him unable to recover.
If he were caught in it, he would likely truly disappear.
Even if he did not die, losing his power would leave him weak beyond measure.
'No! I'll die. I'll definitely die!'
'Run! I have to run now!'
'As long as I live and find a chance to devour the miko, I will still have the opportunity to recover!'
Retreat was the only thought left in Moryo's mind.
There was no need to face an enemy he could not defeat.
With fear in his heart, he cast one final glance at Aoba, mustered his courage, and used his last bit of strength to transform into black tentacles that shot rapidly toward Aoba.
Hoping to delay for enough time.
Yet Aoba simply watched calmly as those remaining black tentacles flew toward him. He stood there without moving at all, quietly observing Moryo's laughable and pitiful struggle on the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before the countless extending tentacles could even approach Aoba, the storm crushed every single one of them.
In the end, the storm engulfed Moryo's enormous main body.
"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"
Within the storm, Moryo's howls grew even more shrill.
But as his physical body was gradually shredded by the storm, a figure wrapped in purple-black mist suddenly fell out from within.
Without stopping for a moment, it began sprinting wildly through the forest.
Moryo swore this was the fastest he had ever run in his life.
Only now, the body he was using was not his own, but Yomi's body that he had fused with.
His own body was currently blocking the storm's advance.
After today, that body would likely vanish from this world forever.
At this thought, a wave of sorrow rose in Moryo's heart. He wanted to take one last look back.
But at that very glance, a chakra bead appeared before him.
"What?"
Moryo's eyes widened.
In the next moment, the bead shot into his heart, turning into a vortex that swallowed his final chance of escape.
"ROAR!"
"Damn human, I am an immortal existence! Even if you kill me now, as long as darkness still exists, I will never truly perish!"
This was the last voice Moryo left in this world.
Aoba watched it all with a calm expression.
Behind him, Shion stood frozen in place.
'Is this the Moryo that every miko has been helpless against, forced to seal with their own lives?'
Yet before Aoba, he was like a rat.
No matter how desperately he struggled, death was inevitable.
Looking at Aoba standing in the center of the storm, as if apart from the world itself, Shion couldn't look away.
She gripped the bell at her chest, her eyes growing moist.
'The prophecy… has come true.'
She had not sacrificed herself, and Moryo had completely disappeared from this world.
The fate of the miko lineage had ended here.
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