A thousand years of fury and solitude had created this race, one driven to near-fanatical madness.
The Dangai, where day and night did not exist; the undercurrents that could crush those beside them into mincemeat at any moment; the Kogotsu that periodically disposed of them like trash—they had spent every moment in constant fear. Every minute and every second had been endless torment and suffering!
Looking at the black figures wrapped within the Blood Sea, Ryūtoji Enyū's face was filled with venom and hatred.
A thousand years of hardship and tragedy—all because of those Shinigami!
The souls that had perished over these thousands of years would surely become the sharpest claws and fangs, tearing those Shinigami apart! He would use his own teeth to gnaw every scrap of their flesh clean!
Driven by such intense hatred, he said to those around him:
"The first step of the plan has failed. It seems that sending the Memory Beads directly into the Shinigami ranks, causing the Kihon to collide and explode to eliminate the Shinigami, will not work."
Hearing Yan Long's words, the other Ryūtoji Clan members beside him revealed looks of regret and resentment.
A fat, dark-skinned man holding a ring blade slammed his fist into the ground, shattering the earth around him into several pieces.
Feeling his clansmen's hatred for the Shinigami, the hatred in Yan Long's heart was stirred as well. He said to them:
"Once the Memory Bead breaks through this world's barrier, everyone will use the Kihon at any cost. First, use large-scale attacks and explosions to kill as many Shinigami as possible! Use their blood to wash away our thousand years of hatred!"
At Yan Long's words, the spiritual pressure of those around him erupted instantly. Moreover, they unleashed it without regard for the cost, almost