Izanami hovered in the air.
"Amaterasu, do you think I will show rcy?" she asked sharply, her voice echoing like a great ancient bell.
Indeed!
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but glance at Amaterasu.
That guy certainly won’t hold back just because I’m young, Great God, you should handle it yourself.
To this, Amaterasu simply raised her hand slightly.
The wide sleeves of her palace robe slid down, revealing two slender and pale arms.
Fujiwara Reya was directly pushed forward by a wave of air.
In order to protect him, Amaterasu didn’t completely stand by.
Her divine form transford into a sun high in the sky, pouring sunlight down, pressing heavily over the entire sea area.
Izanami wasted no words, raising her hand to unleash nurous palm strikes, her hands tearing apart the great sun like peeling silk.
The seawater shook, and the air scorched.
Both of them are truly invincible warriors, their battle ripples alone could suppress all living beings on the sea surface, Fujiwara Reya dared not move recklessly.
Izanami’s figure was swift as a shooting star, throwing punches across the void towards Amaterasu’s divine form.
Each small fist was as powerful and heavy as if chiseling a mountain, in the blink of an eye, thousands of heavy punches were thrown, causing Amaterasu’s divine form to plunge wildly. The retreating figure shattered countless thunderclouds, and the great sun almost rged with her body was covered with dense black cracks.
"It’s your turn!" Amaterasu’s voice was as cold as it was devoid of emotion.
Fujiwara Reya braced himself and charged forward.
Izanami swung her fist again.
She twisted her waist like a thin cord, punching towards Fujiwara Reya who was rushing forward at high speed.
Just as his fists were about to collide, her fist changed into a palm, catching Fujiwara Reya’s hand and with a forceful swing of her arm, Fujiwara Reya’s body was spun a few tis in mid-air, then his neck was grabbed, and his body was pressed down forcefully.
"Bang!"
The sea surface was surprisingly as hard as rock.
The seawater cracked like stone bricks but didn’t sink.
Izanami held Fujiwara Reya by the neck, pressing him onto the sea surface, delivering hundreds of consecutive punches.
Looking at her unparalleled beauty with a visage like a demon god, Fujiwara Reya was at a loss for words.
After all, she is the Mother God, in front of her, he could only be completely crushed.
Amaterasu’s divine form descended from behind.
Sunlight cascaded down from the sky.
Izanami’s body suddenly rose, and the scorching sunlight instantly turned into a pervasive black mist.
Lying on the sea surface, Fujiwara Reya could only see Izanami’s body pause suddenly in mid-air, and in the next mont, she appeared in front of Amaterasu’s divine form, with a thunderous boom, Amaterasu’s divine form was punched away again, this ti shattering directly.
Floating in the air a few tis, in the final monts, the shattered divine form slowly stopped next to Fujiwara Reya.
Clutching her chest and coughing endlessly, her skin was pale with no blood color, her face ashen. The holy and solemn sunlight illuminated her with even more noble clarity, representing the brightest and most selfless sun in the heavens and earth.
But in the next second, the divine form shattered entirely like broken glass.
The broken great sun let its light leak.
... Between the sky and the sea, the colors were vividly rich, fireworks and clouds interwoven with brilliance, possessing an exceedingly magnificent beauty.
Amaterasu gazed at the obliteration of her divine form with a distant look.
Her empty, bright yellow dress swayed desolately, like a scarecrow in the wilderness at dusk.
"Don’t stop any longer." Izanami’s voice was similarly devoid of any emotion.
At this mont she had already exerted all her strength, her black hair danced wildly like demons. The space around her eerily froze, like in a still river. In this still world, only her garnts moved, even with eyes open, one could not ascertain her true location.
On the deck, everyone looked aghast.
"How could this happen?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"The Great God has reservations." Mrs. Kasahara replied calmly, "If she and the Mother God fought with all their might, all living things in this sea area would be killed by the aftermath."
"So she sent Mr. Fujiwara to let the Mother God vent her anger..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked worriedly at Fujiwara Reya, who was still struggling to stand, "Poor child..."
"Feeling sympathetic?"
"Aren’t you? That’s our son-in-law..."
"Yako, it’s just the two of us here, tell honestly, do you feel that sympathy?"
"What?"
"Don’t pretend to be ignorant."
During their conversation, Kasahara Fumi ca up from the lower deck to the uppermost level.
"Mother, what should we do?" she asked as she approached Mrs. Kasahara from behind.
The two won turned around to find that besides Kasahara Fumi, Kawashima Miki and Yukino Ritsuko had also arrived, along with the two little witches.
"Calm down, wait a little longer," Mrs. Kasahara remained calm.
Kawashima Miki stepped forward: "Chairman..."
"Don’t say it, I understand." Mrs. Kasahara gently grasped her wrist, staring at the Great God in mid-air. After a long pause, she finally spoke: "If it truly cos to a life-and-death situation, I’ll join you."
"Count in too." Mrs. Hoshimi slightly raised her head.
Even when facing death, she remained elegant and serene, like a well-bred young lady.
Suddenly, the tranquil state between sky and sea was shattered.
The wind howled, clouds moved, and a demonic aura surged into the sky.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Fujiwara Reya transford into the form of the Great Tengu.
Floating in the air, Izanami pressed down with her hand.
"Damn!"
Fujiwara Reya first saw an intense burst of brilliance, followed by darkness.
It felt like an enormous mountain had crashed straight into his back, and for a mont, the tallic taste flooded his throat, and his chest felt flattened.
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