Urogi, the bird-man hybrid, was pinned to the ground by over a dozen lightning wolves, subjected to a chaotic frenzy of biting and tearing until his feathers were flying all over the sky!
What normal demon could withstand such treatment?
Suddenly, a high-decibel sonic wave blasted skyward. As the roaring sound wave expanded, the dozen lightning wolves pinning Urogi were forcibly blown away.
But these lightning wolves were capable of more than just biting; they could also self-destruct!
Seeing themselves blasted back by the sonic wave, the dozen wolves didn't hesitate. They detonated simultaneously, releasing a massive explosion of purple lightning!
The terrifying lightning blast covered a radius of several dozen meters, and the epicenter of this explosion was the exact spot where Urogi lay!
There was no doubt—Urogi had been engulfed by the massive discharge of purple lightning.
Sure enough, the high-decibel shrieks that had filled the air just moments ago abruptly ceased.
As the lightning explosion dissipated, green smoke billowed, and the ground was left scorched.
Lying in the center of that scorched earth was Urogi.
The bird-man had been electrocuted into a daze. His body was charred black, and he struggled to sit up, covered in soot and grime, looking utterly wretched.
But the most pathetic sight was the pair of wings on his back.
The feathers had been completely torn off by the wolves earlier, leaving only a few pitiful tufts of down clinging to the skin.
Combined with the charring from the lightning explosion, the wings on Urogi's back now resembled a pair of oversized charcoal-grilled chicken wings!
Urogi stared dumbfounded at his own wings. He tried hard to flap the large, grilled appendages, but alas—a wing without feathers could never achieve flight, no matter how hard he tried!
Urogi, the only aerial unit among Hantengu's five great clones, had been effectively grounded!
Without wings to fly, how fast could Urogi run on the ground with just his claws?
Horitake, gripping Weiguang, walked toward Urogi, who was still futilely flapping his chicken wings.
"Since you can't fly anymore, I suppose I'll start the killing with you!"
At that exact moment, countless sharp shockwaves shot rapidly toward Horitake from behind! There was no doubt—these shockwaves were intended to save Urogi!
"Heavenly Thunder Breathing, Second Form: Chidori!"
Horitake instantly activated the Chidori. The lightning on Weiguang flickered and condensed, singing with the sound of a thousand birds, unstoppable and sharp.
He spun around, swinging the Chidori-infused blade in a wide arc!
In an instant, the countless sharp shockwaves were annihilated and blocked by the blade of the Chidori.
Horitake looked up and discovered that the one who had launched such a barrage of shockwaves was not Aizetsu.
Aizetsu was currently lying on the ground, swollen and bruised all over, his breathing weak. He looked half-dead. Standing up would be a chore for him right now, let alone launching a counterattack against Horitake.
The one who had fired the shockwaves was actually the bulky, clumsy-looking Demon of Hatred.
Horitake suddenly understood.
He vaguely recalled that the Demon of Hatred possessed such an ability.
As one of Hantengu's final trump card clones, the Demon of Hatred could essentially use the Blood Demon Arts of all the other clones. In the original story, he simply hadn't shown it because he had run out of stamina.
Now, with the situation so critical, Hantengu was forced to reveal his hand!
The Demon of Hatred, his body bearing several wounds, stood in a standoff against Horitake. He shouted desperately to Sekido over on the other side:
"What are you standing there dazed for?!
Why haven't you merged yet?! Seize this opportunity!
This is our last hope! I will hold him off!"
With that, the Demon of Hatred, embracing a resolve to die, charged viciously toward Horitake!
Horitake held Weiguang ready, frowning slightly. Why does it feel like I'm the big villain here and you guys are the righteous heroes? Am I really that tricky? Am I that terrifying?
The Demon of Hatred had already charged in with everything he had.
Not only did he charge, but as he rushed forward, he unleashed the maximum power of his Blood Demon Art!
With a furious roar from the Demon of Hatred, the abilities of the other four clones erupted from him all at once. Four distinct types of attacks swept toward Horitake!
These four attacks were: surging lightning, howling wind, roaring sound waves, and piercing shockwaves.
Aligned side-by-side, they crashed toward Horitake with overwhelming force!
Watching the terrifying frontal assault, feeling the oncoming rush of air, and acknowledging the impressive momentum of the attack, Horitake smiled faintly.
"Not bad. Finally, you have the aura expected of Upper Rank Four."
Horitake raised his sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and gave the desperate Demon of Hatred the respect he deserved.
"Heavenly Thunder Breathing, Third Form: Thunderous Might!"
A brilliant light flashed in Horitake's eyes. Thick bolts of purple lightning surged and coiled around his body. This terrifying power rapidly converged, winding around the blade of Weiguang. Then, Horitake swung the sword forward in a vertical cleave!
Seven thick pillars of purple heavenly thunder blasted out of thin air! Carrying an aura of total annihilation, they crashed head-on into the four oncoming attacks!
BOOM!
The attacks collided with a deafening roar! Wind and shockwaves swept out in all directions, triggering a concussive blast on the ground!
The clash of forces lasted less than two or three seconds before the Demon of Hatred's four-pronged attack ran out of steam. It was directly crushed by the seven bolts of purple heavenly thunder!
The seven bolts roared forward, shattering the lightning, wind, shockwaves, and sound, and blasted straight into the Demon of Hatred's body!
Although the Demon of Hatred had a massive physique, how could he withstand this? Struck by all seven bolts of heavenly thunder, his entire lower body—everything below the chest—was instantly pulverized by the terrifying energy!
Countless fragments of flesh, internal organs, and bone were blasted into the air!
The Demon of Hatred's upper body remained relatively intact, but it was launched into the air by the force of the explosion.
Trailing green smoke, the charred upper torso traced an arc through the sky.
With a flash of purple electricity, Horitake vanished and instantly reappeared at the spot where the upper body was about to fall. He raised Weiguang upward...
Squelch!
The Demon of Hatred's upper body fell right onto the tip of Weiguang. Like skewering a piece of Brazilian barbecue, Horitake caught him, holding the demon aloft on his sword.
The Demon of Hatred was in a miserable state.
He was charred black, smoking, missing everything below the chest, and his arms had been blown off, leaving only small stumps. The demon's eyes were beginning to roll back into his head.
It seemed he didn't have much time left.
Horitake looked up with interest at the remnant of the body skewered on his blade. staring at the demon's wretched face, he asked:
"Fate really does turn like a wheel, doesn't it?
originally, you planned to use my family to threaten me. Now, I've beaten you into this state. Do you have any opinions on this? Any thoughts?"
The Demon of Hatred opened his mouth wide and used his last ounce of strength to speak:
"You... you won't be smug for long!
Once... once the four of them merge... they will unleash a terrifying power!"
Horitake scoffed with disdain.
"Tch. You mean Zohakuten? Do you think I don't know about him?
I intend to let him come out. And then, I will slaughter him, just to crush the very last hope you have, Hantengu!"
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