The black drizzle cascaded down, and he suddenly realized that it wasn't rain at all, but blood, blood from an Ancient God.
One of the fingers of the Ancient God's Hand had cracked, oozing black blood.
Xu Yi's expression subtly changed; this hadn't happened last ti, clearly a result of his actions causing a butterfly effect.
The exorcists on the battlefield treated it as a dire threat, warily dodging the black blood of the Ancient God, but before it even touched the sea, it had dissipated.
Seconds passed—one, two... ten, and nothing occurred as if everything just seen was an illusion.
Suddenly, Xu Yi looked up alertly; a black spider web spread above him, which was actually withered hair.
The ends of the hair connected to skulls, and skull after skull stretched from the ceiling, all bearing the sa face, the eyes of Kayako brimming with an indelible grudge.
While Xu Yi's attention was on the ceiling, a tall shadow silently appeared behind him, the eyes behind the hockey mask cold and sharp. Resurrected Jason, holding a machete, suddenly lunged, bringing a storm of blood and foul wind.
Xu Yi stood rooted to the spot, the bone wing on his right curled up, enveloping Xu Xiaoyu.
The light of the Dark Sun radiated from Xu Yi's body; this dark light was totally synonymous with the Grim Reaper, yet when it enveloped Xu Xiaoyu, it was incredibly gentle.
The next second, a storm of combined strikes fell, the heads of Kayako screaming in unison, their shouts piercingly shrill, the long hair hanging down thrashing, swinging like large clumps of black lightning.
Jason swung his machete repeatedly, with blood flas rising on it, the dense sword aura almost lifting a towering tide of blood.
The colliding energies raged through the room, the walls imbued with Domain Power cracked, the entire Noting trembled, but the Dark Sun stood unshaken like a lighthouse imperishable amid a tsunami.
Xu Yi's one hand feigned a grip; flas abruptly burst on the surface of the Dark Sun, these flas transforming into dense black threads cutting in every direction.
The fire threads swept across the ceiling, instantly slicing through Kayako's heads as though a burning hot wire through a chunk of butter.
Contained within the fire threads was the ultimate power of the Dark Sun; even Jason's unyielding demonic body couldn't resist and was instantly marred with wounds.
Xu Yi, possessing the entry "Heavenly Demon God," and having activated "Heavenly Demon True Understanding," was unmatched even against Kayako and Jason's combined forces; victory was rely a matter of ti.
However, what he didn't notice was a pool of black blood slowly stirring within the shadow beneath his feet.
The defense of the Dark Sun was nearly impregnable, but that didn't include things above the True God.
Jason and Kayako issued furious roars together, fighting desperately. Xu Yi's attention was drawn, and in that mont, the black blood silently pierced through the Dark Sun.
Xu Yi's heart violently shuddered; the instant the Dark Sun was breached, he perceived it, but fatally, he was unable to stop it.
The black blood leaped up, forming into a human shape in mid-air. Xu Yi felt a chill throughout his body, as if all his blood was turning into ice shards because the target wasn't him, but Xu Xiaoyu!
The bone wings on Xu Yi's back swept forward, blocking the human-shaped black blood, which shattered on the surface of the bone wings, and black blood splattered.
"No!" Xu Yi scread in agony.
Most of the blood was expelled by the power of the Dark Sun, but a few drops still seeped through the defense, falling onto Xu Xiaoyu's body.
The mont those few drops of blood touched Xu Xiaoyu's skin, they vanished without a trace.
Xu Yi stood stunned in place, feeling his blood run backwards, his head buzzing as though it would explode.
The paintbrush fell on the table with a clatter; the hand that had been holding the brush loosened, and Xu Xiaoyu's body slowly fell.
Xu Yi suddenly woke up, then let out a hysterical roar like a desperate, trapped beast.
The Dark Sun burst forth instantly, fierce fire threads sweeping like a hurricane, slicing through both Jason and Kayako completely, their fragnts burned into snow-white ash by the high temperature. The ash drifted down like snow.
Xu Yi caught Xu Xiaoyu's falling body and slowly knelt to the ground, his pupils reflecting the falling ashes, a sheer desolation.
He reached out to touch Xu Xiaoyu's face, extrely gently, as if touching a most precious treasure. This was the first ti he touched his daughter's face, and it was also the last.
There was no visible change in Xu Xiaoyu's appearance, but internally her organs had been completely corroded by the black blood, not even her eyeballs remained, only dark cavities.
Xu Yi quietly watched Xu Xiaoyu's face, his mind blank, unable to think, or rember... or perhaps he didn't want to rember.
Today's use of the Resurrection Coin had reached its limit; he no longer had a way to return to the past, to save his daughter.
Xu Xiaoyu's death was now irreversible.
A sudden gust of wind ca along, Xu Xiaoyu's body collapsed down, trickling through Xu Yi's fingernails like flowing sand, leaving only clothes and shoes.
A pink box fell from the pocket of the clothing, rolling on the ground a few tis, and Xu Yi, with a vacant look, was drawn to it and looked subconsciously.
It was a gift box, bound with a ribbon and topped with a bow.
He picked up the box, untied the ribbon, and slowly lifted the lid.
A clay figurine lay quietly inside the box. Xu Yi felt it looked familiar, but due to the crude artistry, it took him so effort to recognize it; it was actually himself.
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