The demon power was like the most violent hurricane, blowing away the spell that originally trapped Eight-cloud Ink.
"What!?"
"How is this possible!?"
Seeing Eight-cloud Ink unscathed, not only Otomo Zhen, but the other Onmyojis all widened their eyes.
"Although I've always believed that fighting should be an elegant art —"
Eight-cloud Ink looked at the cage of light that was still enveloping him and said.
"— But occasionally using the simplest and most direct method to break a move is also not bad."
"Not good!"
Just as Otomo Zhen exclaimed, Eight-cloud Ink had already made his move.
His pitch-black pupils flashed with a demonic purple light. Eight-cloud Ink put down the parasol, his hands formed into claws, and made a pulling gesture.
The cage of light that trapped him vanished in an instant.
Eight-cloud Ink lifted the parasol, and in the next instant, he arrived in front of Otomo Zhen and pressed the tip of the parasol against his chest.
"That move is called the Eight-Eyed Bamboo Cage Suppression Spell, right? It's a very good Onmyojis, but unfortunately, it's only good against ghosts, but it's still a bit lacking against demons. "
"Boom —!!"
The tip of the parasol suddenly exploded with power, and Otomo Zhen was sent flying out of the hall.
"Urgent, urgent, urgent!!"
Dozens of Five Elemental Talismans of various types flew over. They were the Onmyojis outside.
Eight-cloud Ink's eyes sharpened, and a barrage that was several times more than the Five Elemental Talismans shot out.
Some of the barrage and the Five Elemental Talismans collided in the air, and even more barrage directly smashed into the crowd of Onmyojis.
At the same time, the Onmyojis School was affected by the continuous battle, and now it was beginning to tilt like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
The Onmyojis that were suppressed by Eight-cloud Ink's barrage all summoned their Spirit-branded Retainers, and all kinds of military Spirit-branded Retainers swarmed towards Eight-cloud Ink.
They were either Earth Spiders or Asuras.
Among them, there was a man wielding a sword — not the Onmyojis from before. This man was a Spirit-branded Retainer, and his main body should be the sword in his hand.
"Scram, all of you!!"
Countless beautiful lilies blossomed from the gaps around Eight-cloud Ink. Each of the lilies shot out milky white beams of light that filled the entire battlefield. The Spirit-branded Retainers that were hit by the beam of light all started having nuclear fission reactions. It was just like a television that had received signal interference, causing the image to become blurry.
After that, the Spirit-branded Retainers who had undergone the nuclear fission reaction all shattered like fragile mirrors.
Only the Servant-type Spirit-branded Retainer was continuously dodging the laser beams with extreme agility while simultaneously closing the distance between it and Eight-cloud Ink.
"It's just a saber."
Eight-cloud Ink, who had seen through the true form of the Shikigami, directly ignored the human body. Her left hand, which was wrapped in Shikigami's power, grabbed the sharp sword that could cut through gold and stone without hesitation.
"Shatter!"
He clenched his fingers, and the sturdy saber shattered.
The Spirit-branded Retainer didn't even have time to scream before it disappeared along with the nuclear fission reaction.
Then, Eight-cloud Ink turned its gaze to the group of panicking Yin Yang Masters outside.
"Fan, stand up!!"
An old man's voice suddenly sounded.
A standing fan had appeared on the ground in front of Eight-cloud Ink at an unknown time.
The fan opened by itself, attracting Eight-cloud Ink's attention.
The opened fan closed, then split into two fans and opened again.
The two fans closed again, then split into four fans and opened again.
After a few seconds, Eight-cloud Ink's vision was filled with fans.
"An illusion?"
Eight-cloud Ink muttered to himself.
"But unfortunately, it's useless against me."
Eight-cloud Ink raised his parasol and swung it in the air.
"Curse of Reality and Illusion."
Pulling apart the boundary between illusion and reality, with just a thought, this illusion that was set up by an unknown person was easily broken.
"Puff!"
Among the Yin Yang Masters outside, a white-haired old man coughed up blood and knelt on the ground while clutching his chest.
A fan fell next to him.
"So it's you?"
A crack appeared in front of the old man, and Eight-cloud Ink's upper body was exposed from within.
"Cough cough …"
After the illusion was dispelled, the old man didn't even have time to speak before Eight-cloud Ink suddenly attacked.
He grabbed the old man's shoulder, and Eight-cloud Ink's demon power surged into the old man's body like a flood.
"I'll give you a greeting gift — if you survive, you can try living as a half-demon."
"Ahhhhh —!!"
The old man's shrill howls echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Amami-san!!"
"Bastard!!"
"Damned demon! Release Amami-san!! "
The surrounding Yin Yang Masters all wanted to rush up and save this old man who seemed to be their leader, but most of them were hesitant due to Eight-cloud Ink's previous display of strength.
Only the two Yin Yang Masters who joined forces to attack Eight-cloud Ink from the beginning rushed up without hesitation.
"Still not in despair?"
The two Yin Yang Masters quickly ran around while waving their fingers that were infused with Spiritual Energy. Streaks of light gradually formed a huge spell formation in the air.
"Like the blazing sun, like the bright moon —"
A voice filled with majesty sounded.
"— Since ancient times, the power of the Four Symbols, majestic and mighty, as heavy as a mountain!"
As the incantation finished, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly felt his body become heavy.
Immediately after, countless talismans flew over his head.
This time, the talismans themselves formed a pentagram — four pentagrams.
The images of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Xuanwu appeared on each of the pentagrams.
"Four Symbols?"
Looking at the images of the Four Symbols above his head, Eight-cloud Ink frowned slightly.
The feeling of something pressing down on his body was too uncomfortable — no, it was uncomfortable for demons.
"Sir!"
"Sir, you're here!"
A middle-aged man with slightly graying hair appeared behind them.
It was the highest-ranking officer of the Yin Yang Hall, Kurahashi Haruji.
At the same time, the two Yin Yang Masters who were running before finally finished setting up the spell formation.
"Urgent as ordered!"
The talismans that were placed on the ground in advance emitted dazzling light. The light beams moved along the ground and gathered around Eight-cloud Ink, forming a light shield again.
"Can't you be a little more creative?"
Eight-cloud Ink's body seemed to suddenly blur for a moment, and then became clear again.
The heavy force pressing down on his body was completely eliminated because of the "Light and Heavy Realm".
"Demon, can we talk now?"
Kurahashi Manori walked in front of Eight-cloud Ink and said.
"Talk?"
Seeing that he didn't intend to launch an attack immediately, Eight-cloud Ink also retracted his parasol and opened a gap to take out a cup of black tea.
"As soon as we met, you gathered a large group of people and attacked without any explanation. What do you want to talk about now?"
"We are worried that you will cause an uncontrollable spiritual disaster. After all, when you appeared decades ago, the damage you caused was too great."
"For the sake of duty, we have to do this."
"And then? What else do you want to say? "
Kurahashi Manori took out a scroll from his arms.
Eight-cloud Ink's eyes immediately changed.
He had seen such a scroll in Tsuchimikaze Taichi's place.
"If you are willing to leave your essence blood on this scroll, we will not trouble you in the future."
Eight-cloud Ink lowered his head. His long hair covered his face.
"Chui, I'm really going to kill you …"
In his mind, he heard a faint sigh from the Miko.
But this time, the old-fashioned Miko Chui didn't object.
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