Since Gyomei Himejima's strength was a whole tier above that of an ordinary Pillar, Wind Sickle decided to use some real power to test his limits. It was clear that Gyomei Himejima currently had no buffs at all—no Demon Slayer Mark, no Scarlet Blade, nor the enhancement of the Clear World. Being able to achieve this much was truly incredible.
"Mr. Gyomei, show me your true strength. The next attack won't be as easy to block as the previous ones."
Gyomei Himejima did not reply, but the solemn caution on his face made his attitude toward Wind Sickle's next attack abundantly clear.
"Blood Demon Art: Blood Wind Chain Explosion!"
Wind Sickle snapped his fingers, and numerous blood-tinged storm spheres instantly appeared around him. Under his control, the crimson storm spheres flew toward Gyomei Himejima all at once.
There were no fewer than ten of those storm spheres, sealing off every possible route of retreat and surrounding Gyomei Himejima completely.
Blindness had not deprived Gyomei Himejima of his ability to observe his surroundings. Though he lacked the aid of sight, his senses were extraordinarily sharp, far beyond those of ordinary people. At times, they could even replace his eyes, allowing him to detect details that eyes could not perceive.
Sensing danger from all around him, Gyomei Himejima gave up on dodging rashly. He had a faint premonition that these storm spheres were not as simple as they appeared.
The spectators could not help breaking into a cold sweat for Gyomei Himejima. Compared with what he sensed, the visual spectacle before them was even more terrifying.
Ten storm spheres over a meter in diameter closed in on Gyomei Himejima. One careless move could leave him seriously injured.
"So, Gyomei Himejima, how will you deal with this move of mine?" Wind Sickle studied