It's all over.
Rokkan, the Yin God, could only watch helplessly as the slab of stone disappeared into a chaotic tangle of black lines, leaving no trace.
"Disperse!"
Having successfully snatched the item Rokkan, the Yin God, attempted to counterattack with, Kamiyagawa raised the muzzle of the Banshee from afar.
Boom!
The dark Fire Gun roared with the piercing wail of a banshee, as an Iron Bullet burst through the air and exploded.
A violent wind whipped up, and the illusion of the crimson Sixth Demon Lord manifested.
The luxurious crimson Armor, like leaping, burning flames, kept stretching into the sky.
The intense heatwave rustled Kamiyagawa's damp black Feather Weave, distorting the surroundings and making Kamiya's pale Envious Mask on his face look even more grotesque and eerie.
Clang—
The tip of the Ichimonji sword pointed forward.
Countless phantom muskets sketched in the air, the cannon fire roaring down in a deluge!
Three Thousand Worlds attacked with a shock!
