"Is this fucking still Amaterasu?!"
Dimon's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a crack of fear split across that unruly face.
He had seen Uchiha Itachi's Amaterasu before—black flames that burst from the pupil and clung to the target's surface, burning continuously.
They were not fast. As long as one reacted in time, they could be dodged.
Even if they stuck to you, taking off a piece of clothing would solve it.
But the mass of flame before his eyes was nothing like the Amaterasu in his memory.
The flames shifted from pure black to dark gold, then from dark gold back to pure black, the two colors intertwining within the fire.
Its speed was pushed to the extreme!
His eyes caught the flame's trajectory, but his body had no time to react at all.
The black-gold flames instantly wrapped around his entire body, then exploded in the next second, turning into a sea of black-gold fire.
The sea of flames surged outward, spreading in every direction and swallowing all the space within dozens of meters around him.
The flames were not only scorching his skin; they were scorching his soul.
That pain spread outward from deep in his marrow. He clenched his teeth, veins throbbing wildly on his forehead.
"I don't believe you've become that strong now!"
Dimon rushed out of the sea of flames, his whole body still covered in lingering black-gold embers.
He bared his teeth, the expression on his face flickering back and forth between fury and shock.
"Why isn't my Divine Art Reflection working?!"
He stared fixedly at Uchiha Itachi, his pupils shrinking to needlepoints.
The instant Itachi's Amaterasu had hit him just now, the Divine Art Reflection within his body had not reacted at all.
Normally, any attack would be reflected back