Nagato Tsuruko's Last Day

Not much time had passed—from the moment Erix's eyes and hands destroyed his beautiful incarnation until now, perhaps only a few breaths.

But for Izanami, her sense of crisis had grown exponentially with every passing second!

With every breath, the flames around Yamata no Orochi surged wildly. This reminded Izanami of the overwhelming ferocity Yamata no Orochi had displayed when it had wreaked havoc across the entire Yan Wuyue World before it was sealed away!

"Izanami, I told you that you shouldn't have left Yashiroden! Without the support of the World Fragment's origin, how could a lowly creature like you, who relies on faith to force your way toward so-called divine power, possibly stand against the ancient demon lineage of the Divine Land? Die!!"

Yamata no Orochi instantly spread his arms and laughed maniacally. Shuten Doji's body exploded at that very moment, and a colossal figure shot into the sky—Yamata no Orochi had revealed himself!

The eight enormous serpent heads, each crowned with a single horn, twisted and thrashed like dancing dragons, reaching nearly sixty meters in height.

The eight heads cried out in unison. Their strange hissing made Izanami's divine soul feel as though it had been trapped inside a narrow, sealed metal cage, while something relentlessly pounded against the cage. The sensation was unbearable.

Erix, whose eyes had been pierced by the golden light, struggled to stand. Blood and tears streamed down his face, yet he faced Yamata no Orochi. Even though he couldn't see, he could still vaguely sense what was happening before him.

Erix suddenly sighed... Was this a situation where death was certain?

The answer seemed almost certainly yes.

Yet...

Erix sensed the enormous cherry blossom tree that had plunged the world into a nightmare standing beside him. He reached out and touched it. "Yamata