Four Souls Underworld.
At the center of the blazing region where flames soared into the sky.
The massive war between monsters and demons was drawing to a close.
"What is it?"
Kokushibo—Michikatsu Tsugikuni—walked up from behind over the molten Underworld soil and asked in a deep voice as he looked at his younger brother's back.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni was staring up at the Black Sun overhead, which radiated an eerie blood-red glow.
"Something's wrong."
"Hm?"
Michikatsu Tsugikuni looked surprised. "Didn't you already kill that guy who called himself the 'Lord of the Underworld'?"
As he spoke, the six eyes on his face looked down at the lava-covered ground.
That so-called Lord of the Underworld had just been reduced to ashes here.
It was almost laughable. He had arrived with such overwhelming momentum and an astonishing display of grandeur.
The Black Sun in the sky had served as his backdrop, complete with a powerful gravitational force that indiscriminately devoured countless warriors from both sides.
Yet he had failed to withstand even Yoriichi Tsugikuni's Sixth Form: Burning Bones, Summer Sun.
What a pathetically weak Lord of the Underworld.
If he had known, he should have fought for the chance himself.
"That wasn't the Lord of the Underworld," Yoriichi Tsugikuni replied softly.
Though it was still only a guess, his tone was certain.
Michikatsu Tsugikuni was greatly surprised by this, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
"True. If he couldn't even take one slash from you, how could he have been the Lord of the Underworld?"
"So?"
"So there will be more fighting ahead. Clean this place up as quickly as possible."
The moment he finished speaking, Yoriichi Tsugikuni turned and headed east.
Michikatsu Tsugikuni said no more. Carrying Empty Cry Divine Departure, he walked west.
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