"Please... Help me put out the fire! I'm about to be burned to death! Ahhhhh!!!"
Yamo begged in a pitiful manner. This was the mortal that he had once trampled beneath his feet and humiliated to the extreme!
Feather didn't feel the joy of exacting vengeance, nor did he feel the arrogance of a villain.
All he did was look at the face that was filled with pain, hatred, and helplessness with a calm and indifferent expression.
To this day, he had slain more than one or two gods.
Some of them were arrogant, some of them were cunning, and some of them were cold-blooded and insane.
However, those were all facades created by the power of Chakra, not their true selves.
Only when they had lost everything and faced death would one be able to see their true nature.
Feather couldn't help but ponder a question.
"What is true strength?"
Is it the courage to stand up to ten thousand men, or is it the indifference to life and death? "
Everyone had the same answer in their hearts.
However, there was one thing that Feather was certain of.
"True powerful beings can inspire reverence and respect in others even after they've been defeated..."
Yamo clearly wasn't one of them, even though he had forced Feather into dire straits!
"You're still far from it."
Yu Leng raised two fingers in a cold manner as light flashed through his right eye.
Hell Realm - Infernal Manifestation!
Light and shadow flashed as the river of blood surged. Countless ghostly hands grabbed onto Yamo's body as scalding oil poured down from the sky, causing the black flames of the Amaterasu to boil even more violently!
This was an extension of the Hell Realm's eye power, and it could summon scenes of the real Infernal Realm. If the victim was struck by fear, their soul would be exiled to the Infernal Realm by the caster!
"Arrrgh! No!!" Yamo was already trembling in fear.
Yu Leng wore a solemn expression.
Hell Realm - Infernal Exile!
Rumble!
The image of Yama rose up from the Hell Realm and sank into the river of blood with Yamo in his arms!
… …
Whoosh!
A ghost-headed battleship quickly traversed the infernal river.
Yamo's soul was bound to a stake on the deck of the ship, and he stared at the rapidly retreating Julian. "Where … where are you taking me?!"
Feather was responsible for exiling the Path of Hell doppelganger. He sat on the deck and said calmly, "Is Lord Death so forgetful? When I exiled your compatriots, weren't you standing on the riverbank and watching them from afar?"
Yamo's pupils contracted drastically. "You, you're going to banish me to hell! How dare you!! How dare you, a mere Soul Chasing Envoy, exile a god of the Netherworld Kingdom!! "
"I'm a god recognized by Yama! I'm the Grim Reaper! His position is above yours! You don't have the authority to exile me! You're violating the rules. You'll be sent to hell! "
Feather smiled and said, "That's right. It's exactly because you're the God of Death that you're treated differently. When I was exiled, I used small, broken boats. How could I compare to the grandeur of this' Infernal Blight '? Look, everyone is spontaneously coming to see you off …"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
It could be seen that countless ghost hands extended out of the two sides of the galloping warship, waving dim light sticks. In an instant, the dim Nether River was decorated with colorful lights!
Feather's calm demeanor and abnormal behavior gave Yan Mo an answer to the question that had been bothering him for a very long time!
It was definitely not a coincidence that Feather dared to do this without anyone interfering!
Blood vessels appeared in Yamo's eyes. "Was Yama the one who instigated you to do this?!!"
To be more precise, it wasn't an instigation; it was a tacit approval.
However, Feather couldn't be bothered to waste his breath on unnecessary matters.
"Hahahahaha …" Yamo threw his head back and chortled with glee upon seeing Feather's tacit approval. "Looks like you've already calculated the consequences of your actions. The Underworld is already prepared to wage an all-out war against our race! You're overestimating yourselves! I'll use my death as a signal to our race to attack! I, Yamo Otsutsuki, will die with honor!!! "
After coming to terms with the situation, Yamo was like a brave warrior who had sacrificed himself for a cause.
However, Feather poured a bucket of cold water on him. "Don't worry, the horn won't be blown. At least, it won't be blown for now."
"What do you mean?!"
"I've already arranged everything for you. After your soul returns to hell, the legend of the Underworld's Death God will continue. However, you'll be my puppet."
Yamo refused to believe this. "How could this be … This is impossible! You can't do something like this!"
"It's not that I can't do it, I'm just too lazy to use it. I have a technique that I've been preparing for you for many years …"
Click!
Feather snapped his fingers, and the image of Hidden Divergent Island appeared in the mist in front of the battleship!
Yamo and Yamo's soulless bodies stood on the spot with glazed eyes, and they both knelt to the ground as Feather activated the technique!
Yamo exclaimed, "That's a soulless puppet!"
Soulless puppets were the second ability of the Mortal Realm aside from One Thought's World!
After stealing a soul, the soulless body would become a human puppet. Puppets didn't need the Six Paths of Reincarnation's black staff, and they retained their Chakra and all of their abilities. They didn't have the ability to think, and the only thing they could do was follow the orders of the caster!
This technique was even more powerful than Kotoamatsukami!
In the past, Feather would always take away whatever he could after killing Otsutsuki and leave the rest for Orochimaru to research. There was no need for him to use this technique!
However, Yamo and Yamo's situation was special. Feather only took away their ten-tails and shikigami, leaving their bodies intact, including their eyes. He made them into human puppets and left them in the Underworld to maintain contact with the Takamagahara!
Whoosh!
The image disappeared into the mist.
"Hahahaha … You're so cruel!" Yamo was enraged. "But remember, if you oppose my tribe, you'll suffer a fate a hundred times worse than mine!"
Feather shook his head. "You won't be able to see it …"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Black flames were burning on the stake!
"Ahhhhh …!!!" Yamo's bloodcurdling screams reverberated in the air.
Feather's words pierced the heart. "After you go to hell, Yama will provide you with an endless supply of netherworld energy to ensure that your soul will never die. The Amaterasu's flames will never be extinguished, and your soul will suffer for eternity."
Whoosh!!!
The battleship carried the sinful soul on the River Styx and disappeared into the red torii in the depths of the mist.
Ding dong!
The bell of the Soul Suppressing Orochimaru rang. This was proof that the sinful soul had been exiled to hell.
On the Hidden Island.
Feather's body, which had been burned by the Amaterasu during the battle, had recovered completely.
Rustle rustle rustle!
His left horn, which had been mercilessly broken by Yamo when he was weak, and his dignity had been trampled on, sprouted like bamboo shoots.
The road was under his feet, but he still had to walk it!
Feather turned to the north. "Before I leave, I'll pay my respects to my teacher …"
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