The flames seemed to have weakened somewhat, yet everything around them was still a blazing red.
After forcefully lifting away a fallen pillar, Suzuki Chunxin crouched down—someone in a black kimono was lying here.
He must have been struck by the impact when the ancient castle collapsed, then buried beneath this spot.
The corpse was cold—but considering that the members of the Takizawa Family were cold-blooded creatures to begin with, it was impossible to determine when he had died.
That was not particularly important to Suzuki Chunxin. What mattered was that the soul of this dead member of the Takizawa Family had not completely vanished yet.
The strength of the remnant soul was fairly delicious food for Suzuki Chunxin right now. Yamata no Orochi's soul had suffered severe damage, and the simplest way to recover was naturally to devour other souls.
"Such a pity... Those hidden members of the Takizawa Family were actually killed instantly, without leaving behind even a trace of soul power. Otherwise, they would all have been excellent nourishment..."
Suzuki Chunxin shook its head. Though it felt countless regrets, it clearly would not provoke the culprit over this matter right now.
"Brother Lian Zhen!" Suzuki Chunxin turned around and called out. A phantom was floating several centimeters above the ground, gazing at the Big Dipper dyed red by the flames.
"Brother Lian Zhen, don't just stand there. Look around and see how much is still edible." Suzuki Chunxin shouted again.
Lian Zhen said quietly, "I say, Orochi, aren't we actually rather weak in this world?"
Faced with Lian Zhen's sudden question, Yamata no Orochi did not respond immediately. It simply continued doing what it was doing, devouring the soul power it had found.
Strands of purple smoke drifted out of the corpse and were inhaled through Suzuki