Hyuga Sho's mental space...
If someone looked from afar, this pure-white space had already been completely enveloped in terrifying smoke clouds that slowly billowed upward.
Those inside could no longer distinguish heaven from earth.
The boiling smoke clouds were sucked up by the scorching tornado created by Mōryō, spreading out at high altitude and forming a dark, oppressive layer of clouds.
From time to time, balls of burning flame fell from the sky like meteors.
Mōryō's crimson eyes, along with its enormous, blurry, burning form, drifted through this sea of fire and smoke.
Hyuga Sho stood before Mōryō.
With Mōryō backing him, Mōryō was full of swagger.
It had completely lost its previous goofy-dog demeanor. Instead, it looked like an evil dragon that existed only in fantasy.
In its pursuit and encirclement of the enemies, it could not be said to be flying, nor could it be called swimming.
Rather, it seemed to disperse in one place, then condense into its form again somewhere else.
No matter how the enemies fled, they could not escape Mōryō's endless surges of purple-black flames.
Hyuga Sho stood easily amid the sea of flames.
The enemies' screams had grown increasingly indistinct. Under Mōryō's flames and Hyuga Sho's own power, almost nothing remained of their flesh and blood.
At the same time.
Hyuga Sho felt his power becoming stronger and more familiar.
The mental power that had been annihilated underwent a second refinement before flowing back into Hyuga Sho's body.
It was as if it had been filtered once.
[Doka Degree...83%!]
Once all the wailing stopped, Hyuga Sho's mental power had grown to an unprecedented level.
Hyuga Sho felt that... he could do some new things.
Hyuga Sho also realized once again that humans had limits.
Even Hyuga Sho himself had limits.
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