A Monster Ordinary People Can See / Their Respective Battles

"Those people from the Divine Gate were ultimately lured away by the lavish bait; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to carry out this Blood Sacrifice so easily."

Believing he had everything under control, he couldn't help but reveal all his schemes.

"You didn't expect that, did you? The Blood Sacrifice is actually taking place at the competition venue. But this isn't an ordinary Blood Sacrifice; it's Blood Sacrifice powerful enough to open six Gate of the Underworld. The blood of those mortals, even if hundreds or thousands die, can still have an astonishing effect. This is a good thing."

The voice began to blur, and in the blur, it turned into another voice. The face began to distort, and from faceless, it transformed back into a face that Amamiya Xingqiu had deeply imprinted in his mind, a face that he would recognize even if turned to ashes.

"Tongsheng Yuanhe..."

"This is..."

Amamiya Tengo was completely taken aback by what was happening before his eyes. He stared in disbelief at the suddenly transformed Yamanaka Saigawa, and the name Amamiya Xingqiu called out made the world seem strange to him.

However, he quickly realized what was happening.

"Yamanaka Saigawa, cease your actions!"

He quietly moved behind his desk and pressed the emergency paging button located under it. Like a normal person, he tried to rely on the deterrent effect of the law.

Although he knew very well that doing so was probably pointless, sadly, it was all he could do.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you."

Tong Sheng Yuanhe and silently uttered an Arabic numeral.

10.

"10 seconds left."

"10 seconds?"

Amamiya Xingqiu suddenly realized what was happening, but before he could act, a series of explosions rang in his ears, and the office they were in also began to erupt violently, with rubble mixed with dust falling from the ceiling.

The explosions buzzed in his ears, making him instinctively cover them and kneel on the ground to reduce the impact of the debris on his body.

It took him several breaths to regain consciousness, and he quickly looked behind him. By then, the old man's head was bleeding profusely, and his frail body had been knocked unconscious by the impact.

"Father!"

Amamiya Xingqiu immediately wanted to run over and help him up, but Tongsheng Yuanhe didn't give him the chance.

"What can you do now?"

He used a dagger to peel a piece of skin off his wrist, casually tossing the bloody skin onto the ground, completely ignoring the pain he felt.

This piece of blood skin mutated in mid-air, swelling abnormally, and within a few breaths, it gave birth to a monster the size of a wolfhound.

The monster fiercely blocked Amamiya Xingqiu's path, baring its sharp teeth.

It has six legs, a slender and elongated body, empty eyes, and a gaping maw covering eight layers of its face. Rather than a creation of nature, it seems more like a bizarre creature arbitrarily created.

This creature finally made Amamiya Xingqiu stop in his tracks.

This was not a spirit, but an ominous, inhuman thing that could be seen with the naked eye. He stared at the monster and clenched his fists.

This is not a spirit that should exist in this world, but a monster at the Gate of the Underworld.

"But... don't think you can stop me with this thing."

Long-dormant Spiritual Power surfaced on his fist, carrying a targeted force.

That is the power of purification.

Chapter 145 Monsters Visible to Ordinary People

"Don't come out and cause me any trouble."

Kawamori, a deserted place, where a gigantic Ghosts, too large for mortals to look at directly, pulls half of its body out of the Gate of the Underworld.

Its face consisted of multiple mouthparts covered in sharp spikes, stacked on a face the size of a washbasin. Its obese body was stuck in the half-open Gate of the Underworld, and even the arms on its torso could not pass through the gate.

It sensed the scent, the scent of Blood Sacrifice, and it was this scent that led it to the Gate of the Underworld.

The obese Ghosts writhed uncomfortably, moving like a white maggot, gradually squeezing its body out of the door.

Soon, it will be able to stretch out its four arms and then walk from the Gate of the Underworld into the mortal world.

But just then, a petite figure inexplicably landed on its head.

To be precise, it wasn't falling, but rather pressing down.

The person was treated like an arrow launched high into the air, and with the help of gravitational potential energy, it struck the Ghosts's head heavily. But the force was much greater than that of an arrow.

It was a heavy impact, like a meteorite, carrying the lingering warmth and fury of flames, but without the overwhelming force of a meteorite.

She moved with the lightness of an arrow and the heaviness of a meteorite, possessing two completely different qualities, as she touched the Ghosts's head.

Then, the cracks began to spread from the head of the obese Ghosts towards its entire body.

Strangely, this obese Ghosts should have used its supple body to "bounce" away the kick, but the opposite happened.

It resembled a raw egg, its hard shell encasing a more delicate yolk. With just a little force, the shell would shatter completely, and the clear, yellow contents would spill out onto the ground.

But it's not an egg, and it's not soft.

The shattered Soul Body was scattered all over the ground, lying everywhere like eggshells.

The debris was drawn by the girl's clothes, then made a muffled chewing sound. Her mutated legs, like living things, fought over the debris, opening their densely packed mouths to reveal a multitude of sharp teeth.

Tiny, ethereal purple threads, delicate, ethereal purple silks—the threads were formed by spiritual energy, while the legs themselves were transformed into silks.

Yotsuya Miko seemed oblivious to the scene before her, gazing at the Gate of the Underworld.

The Blood Sacrifice has begun, and the aura can no longer be severed by my previous spells.

She remained silent, but conjured another ominous object in her hand—a mutated nail made of flesh and blood.

Although it was still a phantom, it was much more solid than the last time.

Miko raised his hand and drove the nail into the Gate of the Underworld, into the connection of the Blood Sacrifice.

Strange sounds, severed connections, and the closing of the Gate of the Underworld.

She glanced at the empty ground, devoid of any Soul Body fragments, and moved on to the next location.

Her Spiritual Sense detected a truly powerful aura emanating from the Gate of the Underworld she was heading towards—a monster far superior to the Ghosts she was currently dealing with.

"Yuria, you must... hold on."

"Sizzle--"

The car braked suddenly, the tires scraping the ground with a series of teeth-grinding sounds.

Shimizu Tenpu stepped out of the car and looked at the door in front of him.

It was the Gate of the Underworld, almost fully open, and from those gates, which he couldn't understand, a thick octopus arm suddenly emerged and swept straight at him.

He quickly jumped onto the car, but as he swayed, the right side of the car deformed violently. The metal contraption was no match for the tentacles and was even destroyed on the spot, emitting black smoke.

"Varied--"

Before Shimizu Tenpu could even react in surprise, Spiritual Power surged through his body, granting him temporary bursts of power. He leaped down, tumbling several times on the ground to alleviate the impact.

Fortunately, this Gate of the Underworld is located in a very remote area, and few passersby come by.

"Its attacks can even interfere with reality..."

In the records of Divine Gate, spirits have never been seen as beings capable of strongly interfering with reality, but...

Shimizu Tenpu shook his head; he had given up comparing his observations with those of Divine Gate, because it had already happened.

Fortunately, only a section of its limb was exposed.

Looking at the tentacle extending from the Gate of the Underworld, Shimizu Tenpu felt a slight sense of relief, but he soon became less so.

Seemingly testing his strength, a second and a third tentacle extended from the Gate of the Underworld, all three tentacles exerting force simultaneously and striking towards him.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Shimizu Tenpu had no choice but to once again mobilize his Spiritual Power to dodge. These tentacles, which could deform even a car, would have unimaginable consequences if they hit him.

However, under the attack of these tentacles, he was completely unable to retaliate, and it was also uncertain whether a counterattack would be successful.

The most crucial point...

After dodging wave after wave of attacks, Shimizu Tenpu looked toward the Gate of the Underworld, where the true form of these tendrils had yet to reveal its face.

He also didn't believe that this guy only had three arms.

"A situation where defeat is inevitable."

Realizing this, he felt a sense of despair. But his exceptional skills allowed him to continue fighting the monster, even taking the opportunity to attack its tentacles with talismans.

Okita Qishen; he must have his reasons for doing this, or rather, his method for dealing with the Gate of the Underworld.

The talisman, imbued with Spiritual Power, struck the wrist, tearing a large hole in it as if it were dealing with a spirit, even splattering out a deep blue liquid.

But the large hole quickly began to heal, with only the blue liquid splattered on the ground as proof that it had been injured.

A terrible monster.

The fact that Shimizu Tenpu had created distance and that the talisman could still function was indeed good news, but he couldn't be happy about it now.

He stared at the blue liquid on the ground. That wasn't the color a spirit should have. No, this thing wasn't a spirit at all.

Yes, there was no spirit so clearly visible, nor one with such rich colors; only then did he notice that these tentacles were a pale blue with a whitish tint.

The worst possible conclusion was laid before him: the monster before him was one that could be seen by ordinary people and could cause them heavy casualties.

"It can be seen by ordinary people."

Shimizu Tenpu felt a chill run down his spine at this conclusion, but the monster gave him no time to think further.

Seemingly enraged by the injury to his wrists, three more wrists extended from the Gate of the Underworld. Together with the previous wrists, the six wrists struck him relentlessly from all directions.

Shimizu Tenpu was completely unable to avoid or resist.

Chapter 146 Each Person's Battle

"I can't afford to collapse in a place like this."

Shimizu Tenpu pursed his lips and instantly poured several times the amount of Spiritual Power into his limbs. This surging Spiritual Power allowed his body to surpass what ordinary people could do once again, enabling him to constantly twist and turn his body in this attack that had no blind spots, almost to the point of success.

However, it still fell short in the end.

Spiritual Power —this energy wasn't enough for him to truly surpass humanity. Although his physical attributes had reached their limit for a moment, his tentacles were still far faster than his.

Shimizu Tenpu tried his best to dodge the attacks of the five tentacles, but still managed to keep half of his body within the attack range of the last tentacle. With a whooshing sound, the tentacle gradually enlarged in his vision.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and awaited the heavy blow.

This was already the full effort a spirit exorcist had put in to annihilate a Tiger-class Spirit.

Humans are so weak, with all sorts of limitations when facing non-human beings. That is why the Gate of the Underworld must be completely sealed, even at the cost of one's own life.

The talisman in his hand, along with the Spiritual Power he could draw from his entire body, silently awaited the attack from his wrists and feet. In that instant Shimizu Tenpu was already prepared.

There is only one regret: that I was not able to witness the death of Tong Sheng Yuanhe.

"Senior, catch!"

A woman's voice suddenly rang out, and at this critical moment between life and death, such a voice seemed particularly strange.

Shimizu Tenpu opened his eyes again, and what came into view was a severed arm and leg.

The deep blue sap splattered in all directions before him as if in slow motion, and he could almost see the direction of the splashes. The tentacle that should have been striking him was torn in two.

One segment slowly slid across his left side, while the other segment seemed to tremble and retract as if in pain. He saw the two broken pieces; they were extremely irregularly torn, as if they had been forcibly pulled in two.

The man reached out his arm and caught the small object that seemed out of place in the scene.

It was an accessory shaped like a brightly colored mushroom, but few girls would likely like such a small accessory hanging from their waist or on their backpack.

Amanita Muscaria Charm.

He recognized the peculiar mushroom.

Without needing to say anything more, he already understood the purpose of the ornament.

The Spiritual Power drawn from his entire body flowed into the ornament through his right hand. The ornament seemed to have no limit; even with so much Spiritual Power poured in, there was little reaction. Even after all the Spiritual Power he could draw from his body had been injected into the ornament, its capacity was still invisible, as if it had no limit.

Time returned to normal in an instant; the severed wrists and limbs, the monster's rapidly retracting severed limbs, the ornaments infused with Spiritual Power, and the splattered juices everywhere.

Without hesitation, Shimizu Tenpu threw the Amanita Muscaria Charm ornament fiercely towards the Gate of the Underworld, ignoring the blue liquid that stained his clothes.

The ornament fell silently into the Gate of the Underworld.