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At that instant, every Onmyoji in Kanda Shrine held their breath.
The Twelve Divine Generals present were no exception.
As they watched the young man hovering in midair, surrounded by Demons and Monsters, leading all kinds of legendary beings, his pitch-black coat fluttering in the wind while brilliant Fire Powder constantly circled around him, every Onmyoji felt their body temperature gradually drop, even as sweat poured down their faces.
They had no choice. The pressure was simply too great.
To the Onmyoji, the young man standing on empty air was practically a demon king.
The legendary Demons and Monsters obeyed his every command.
The Onmyo Agency had also fallen to him, causing the Onmyoji's headquarters to collapse amid a sea of flames.
Tokyo itself had been turned into a haunted domain and a den of monsters because of him. Buildings had been destroyed, burned, or both. The number of civilian casualties had yet to be confirmed, but the city itself had already been completely paralyzed. Only Kanda Shrine remained as the final stronghold. Although contact with the outside world had not been severed and the government had even sent in the military and the Self-Defense Forces, ordinary people who were not professionals were utterly useless in this situation. Even helicopters and fighter jets could not fly in. The moment they entered, they would be entangled by the Demons and Monsters and sent crashing down.
At present, the entire Tokyo Metropolis could be said to have fallen into his hands, with everyone's life or death resting on a single thought from him.
Faced with such a terrifying Curse Arts Criminal, who could possibly avoid feeling afraid?
It could be said that Luo Zhen had now become, in the hearts of the Onmyoji, an existence even more terrifying than Yako, who