Feng's roar exploded like thunder.
The dozen or so kunai embedded in his body shattered and flew away in response.
The crisp clang of metal striking the walls echoed through the corridor.
One after another, they fell to the ground with chilling clatters.
The terrified Hyakka women retreated. Some even dropped their weapons in trembling shock.
"H-How is that possible?"
"After taking so many attacks, he can still..."
Kamui, seated atop the Yato statue, whistled with interest.
His legs swung leisurely in the air, as if the scene before him were nothing more than an amusing play.
The Night King, Feng, suddenly stomped forward, and the ground shook.
"You're far inferior to the sun."
His voice remained low, brimming with oppression.
"You're nothing but the fading light of dying candles, flames that can be blown out in a single breath."
As he spoke, the Night King Feng turned his gaze toward Tsukuyo.
"Keep those dead eyes of yours and obediently let me chain you up. Then you may yet live."
Feng bared his teeth in a cold grin, revealing a mouthful of ghastly white fangs.
"Who would've thought the remaining embers we once extinguished would now be scattering sparks again?"
Tsukuyo gritted her teeth, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip.
She clenched the two remaining kunai in her hands, ready to fight to the death.
But an arm suddenly stretched out in front of her.
"Wait." Gintoki's voice was terrifyingly calm. "That's enough."
Facing the Night King Feng, he held the wooden sword named Toyako at a slant toward the floor.
His white kimono patterned with blue flowers had long since been torn to shreds and stained with blood.
"I alone am enough." Gintoki did not turn around. "Save your fire."
Then he paused, and a