"You know what to do."
Duanmu Huai did not even turn to look at Kurokawa Akane as he spoke calmly.
"Because you know what I would do."
With that, Duanmu Huai tightened his grip on the sword hilt once more.
"No—!!!"
The C'tan's soul was gradually being extracted, forcibly dragged into the Nichirin Sword, but she had not given up struggling. Instead, she desperately tried to break free.
At the same time, Duanmu Huai was desperately trying to bind her. The Spiritual Power he had received from the spectators of another world had been completely exhausted just now when he destroyed the dimension storing Noise. Duanmu Huai did not even have time to change his clothes, but he did not care about such a trivial matter.
Although the sacrifice was considerable, if he wanted to truly draw out the power of the God of Destruction, he had to make a sacrifice. If Duanmu Huai were in his true body, using the Divine Power of Destruction would be as easy as eating or drinking. Unfortunately, this body was merely a clone, a fragile human body.
To draw out enough Divine Power of Destruction to destroy the entire space in an instant, he had to sacrifice something. After all, the God of Destruction was the God of Destruction—Destruction was the core of his Divine Office. Duanmu Huai's complete abandonment and destruction of that Spiritual Power happened to fit the true meaning of the Divine Office of Destruction. Only then could he draw out the power of the God of Destruction and eliminate the world storing countless Noise.
Otherwise, Duanmu Huai would at the very least have had to sacrifice an arm or a leg to trigger that power.
However, the consequence was that all the power-enhancing buffs Duanmu Huai had obtained since