Malicious intent surged skyward from behind them.
The five people moving ahead stopped almost instantly.
Without hesitation, they scattered in all directions, then turned to look behind them.
Nobunaga, standing at the rear, almost instinctively raised his sword and held it horizontally before himself.
He piled nearly all the Nen Aura he could muster in front of himself, trying to block the opponent's attack.
Clang!
An immense and powerful force crashed toward him. The blade could not bear the strain and snapped apart.
The malice-filled Nen Aura was incredibly penetrating, like a sharp blade, striking Nobunaga in the abdomen in an instant.
"Cough, cough—ugh!" Nobunaga spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying as though struck by a heavy blow.
He crashed through several trees before finally coming to a heavy stop.
After launching that attack, Mito vanished without a trace once more.
"Watch out!"
This time, Mito targeted Omokage.
Compared to Nobunaga, Omokage's senses and reaction speed were clearly a beat slower.
Even with Nobunaga trying to block him from the side, Omokage still failed to prepare a defense in time.
A spine-chilling tearing sound rang out. Mito's arm, like a hard iron rod, pierced directly through Omokage's chest, then was violently pulled back out beneath Omokage's disbelieving gaze.
In an instant, organs and blood sprayed out like a fountain. Omokage stared wide-eyed at it all in disbelief before falling stiffly to the ground.
"H-how... is that possible?" he muttered, his face filled with disbelief.
He had actually fallen in a situation like this, in a place like this.
Mito vanished from where he stood again.
The post-mortem resentment was like tough ropes, tightly winding around the people closest to him as if it wanted to strangle their necks.
Then Mito launched his third attack.
Kalluto hurriedly