In the Tsukuyomi space, Xu Wenwu could not move. He felt the red moon in the sky slowly descend, crushing him little by little into dust.
The feeling of his spiritual will shattering and reforming left him in torment every second, yet the grinding down of his will was so slow, as though time itself had been stretched out in that moment.
Outside.
In everyone's eyes, Hidan's Triple-Bladed Scythe had only just been restrained by Xu Wenwu when, in the next second, they saw Xu Wenwu stagger and drop to his knees.
Hidan seized the chance and reeled in the chain. The Triple-Bladed Scythe snapped back, slicing a bloody cut across Xu Wenwu's face.
Because his mind had been struck first, although Xu Wenwu tried his best to dodge, his face was still grazed by the Triple-Bladed Scythe. He reached up, touched his cheek, and looked at the blood on his fingers.
He was injured. For the first time in all these years, he had suffered damage to both his spirit and his body.
Xu Wenwu flew into a rage. It had been a thousand years. Even when he had searched for Ta Lo Village, he had not suffered wounds this severe.
"You have truly angered me."
Xu Wenwu roared. The Ten Rings on his body shone with blue light, as if they were about to illuminate the entire mountain range. But just as he was about to unleash his ultimate move—
"Ugh, ah—"
Xu Wenwu staggered, and a mouthful of blood spilled from his lips. The Ten Rings circling his body also fell to the ground, the overwhelming aura from moments ago, as if he were about to erupt with everything he had, completely gone.
"You... you... how is this possible?"
It turned out that after Hidan used the