"Magic Capital did indeed have many powerful experts like that, but they never involved themselves in worldly affairs. They wouldn't make things difficult for anyone," Asuka said.
"That's true. In that case, the problem is serious." I narrowed my eyes and looked at the Black Swordsman's tombstone. "From the looks of it, he encountered something that frightened him terribly. That fear was beyond imagination."
"He had completely broken down. The battle I fought with him just now was merely the final outlet for his emotions."
"I could tell. It's just too strange," Asuka said.
"Should we continue forward?" I asked.
"Of course. As long as there's hope of saving Kirito, I won't hesitate to pay any price!" Asuka said.
I nodded. I had no intention of retreating either, because this was also related to whether I could reclaim the God of Slaughter Power.
As for Yun Ye, that lovesick fool naturally stayed by Asuka's side.
We continued forward, this time being more cautious than ever. Yet at that moment, I discovered that more and more people throughout the street had lost their minds.
Those people wandered through the streets like wandering ghosts. They looked terrifying, yet somehow left one deeply shaken.
I carefully studied them and felt even more astonished.
They seemed to have lost their souls. Every one of them had no idea what they were doing.
I walked up to a little girl, grabbed her by the head, and lifted her over. Then I said, "Judging from the current situation, these people seem to have lost most of their souls. That's why they've become like this."
"I don't quite understand what you mean," Asuka said.
"In our culture, a person has three souls and seven spirits. If one is missing, the person becomes crazy and muddleheaded. If they're