Among them, Kawashima Miki remained silent, her face frighteningly sullen, her fists clenched tightly. If Mrs. Kasahara hadn’t been holding her all along, she would surely have rushed up regardless of anything. Yukino Ritsuko beside her was the sa, fingers turning pale from gripping so hard, her whole body exuding a chill.
In the high sky, Amaterasu’s graceful figure still didn’t move.
She held her hands behind her waist, her expression serene, her long black hair cascading down, the tips gently swaying with the sea breeze.
In the blink of an eye, Izanami arrived in front of Fujiwara Reya.
Amidst the wind-billowing red palace skirt, the beautiful lines of her tight jade legs were revealed, her expression as cold as frost as she looked at Fujiwara Reya, yet did not speak first.
Fujiwara Reya also looked at her.
Such a Great Demon God was right in front of him. He couldn’t afford to be negligent, looking into her eyes, those deep and red glowing eyes showed no emotion.
"Lord of Yomotsu!" He assud a respectful posture and greeted her.
Izanami glanced at him, her ruby-like eyes extrely dangerous.
From behind, Amaterasu sighed softly.
She floated over, her dancing palace attire extrely splendid, just like the colorful mountain forest of early autumn.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on this mother and daughter pair.
Amaterasu, however, paid no attention to others, looked at Izanami, slightly revealing a trace of tenderness: "Mother, please return."
After the Great God softened, her voice was as cool and refreshing as mountain stream water, slowly flowing through everyone’s heart present. In this voice, no matter how much grievance one had, it could temporarily be put aside to face her gently.
Izanami didn’t reply but fell into contemplation.
The scene quieted down, a rare chance to catch a breath, Fujiwara Reya hurriedly closed his eyes to adjust his breath.
The demonic power within him had already been completely drained by the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, his body like a dried-up ocean, not requiring him to do anything, the demonic power between heaven and earth would actively gather.
After an unknown length of ti, Izanami spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Son-in-law?" She looked at Fujiwara Reya.
Amaterasu kicked the closed-eyed Fujiwara Reya.
"Ah?"
Fujiwara Reya looked bewildered.
"Amaterasu chose you?" Izanami asked, her expression quite aningful.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but mutter in his heart; I just ntioned it casually, how could you take it seriously?
On the side, Amaterasu quietly nudged Fujiwara Reya with her elbow, a threatening gesture of ’don’t back off now.’
"Yes!" Fujiwara Reya imdiately switched to a positive tone.
Izanami looked at him with profound aning.
For so reason, even though the Mother God didn’t release any oppressive pressure, Fujiwara Reya could still feel an invisible pressure directly reaching his soul.
"Mother, please return." Amaterasu assud a slightly lower posture again, "All the past grudges, please leave them to settle with Takamagahara, okay?"
Looking through the entire world, perhaps only the Mother God could make her strike such a posture.
Izanami didn’t look at her but rather at Fujiwara Reya: "Since I’m out, let’s have another fight."
"..."
Fujiwara Reya felt bitter.
"Amaterasu thanks Mother." Amaterasu gracefully bowed, then stepped to the side.
"No, you..."
Fujiwara Reya felt very tired.
Amaterasu gazed at him with profound eyes, her autumn-water-like eyes held an indescribable nobility.
"For the sake of the human world, please do your best." She shalessly said.
No!
Fujiwara Reya’s mouth twitched.
This human world, isn’t it the one Amaterasu should most be maintaining... pushing it onto , a Little Mountain God, what does it an?
Amaterasu couldn’t be bothered to deal with him anymore, she withdrew all her divine power.
The glow surrounding her body suddenly dissipated, the sea and sky returned to darkness.
Imdiately, an extrely ominous atmosphere suddenly rushed towards him, like a cold wind passing through.
Izanami let out a low cry, black smoke billowed, transforming with her figure into a green-faced, fanged ghost charging forward.
Fujiwara Reya gripped the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword tightly and slashed forward.
The black smoke, transford into a ghost, enveloped Izanami’s body. Within the black mist, her visage remained clear and enchanting to the extre, it’s hard to imagine such a woman would be the Lord of Yomi.
The ghost and the sword collided in an instant.
A series of thunderous booms suddenly erupted, the air constantly exploding with vibrations.
Fujiwara Reya held the sword horizontally before his chest, his wrist numbed and sore from continual explosions. He infused the hard-won restored demonic power into the short sword, taking a step forward to strike at the black mist, which shattered and splattered.
In the eyes of the spectators, the strike he wielded seed to raise a massive tidal wave of a hundred fathoms.
Izanami remained composed, her gaze locked on him through space.
With Amaterasu present, today’s plan naturally couldn’t proceed further; venting on the "son-in-law" seed not bad either.
Pitch-black dense fog overflowed from her brow, her blood-red pupils growing brighter like two blood moons in the night sky.
The overflowing black fog ford mountain peaks on the sea surface.
Countless inky mountains rose from nothing, connecting the sea and sky, as if unfolding an ink wash painting across the entire world.
The stacked peaks and cliffs blocked Fujiwara Reya’s sight.
He continuously swung his sword, the bright sword light repeatedly cutting through the mountains, dissolving the inky color. But as soon as one mountain crumbled, another rose imdiately, layers upon layers of peaks surrounded him like a mighty army, making it impenetrable.
Izanami’s silhouette was hidden within.
There was no need for any sneak attack, she leisurely drifted in the sky, watching the helpless Fujiwara Reya below. After a mont, perhaps feeling this was too unfair, she voluntarily suppressed her power to the level of the Demon Venerable.
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