Endless malice seeped into the fog. There was no sound, no image; it seemed he could only hear his own heartbeat.
Killing intent pressed against his skin, making every hair stand on end and keeping him trapped in a state of constant stress.
Even with the Great Tengu beside him, Qingchuan felt no sense of safety.
He usually loved using an Onmyoji's wide range of methods to counter other enemies.
But without a doubt, when facing Prince Teruhito, he was the one being countered instead!
What the hell did I ever do to you?
What do you gain from going this hard after me?
You started out with at least one Philosopher's Stone guaranteed. When did I ever offend you?
You personally went to stake out that remote little town for a single Philosopher's Stone, and now you're just going to waste it?
In short, Qingchuan had a whole lot of profanity he wanted to say.
But since the other side had already made a move, he had no choice but to respond.
The enemy was clearly about to unleash his ultimate move, so Qingchuan could only reluctantly follow suit.
He turned the soul power of the Philosopher's Stone into talismans that began guarding him.
Qingchuan had been very confident in this Mission Space because his abilities suited it well.
But that came with prerequisites.
For example, in the current situation, Qingchuan felt utterly powerless.
Even if he could block the attack, he would have to pay far more than his opponent.
And using resources on this kind of internal conflict brought no benefit whatsoever. No matter how he calculated it, he was taking a loss.
Sure enough, it was impossible to fathom a mentally unstable person. The other party would not act purely for profit at all!
So what