"Not bad."
Just as the ninjas and samurai were cheering the Third Tsuchikage for finally defeating an enemy, a cold voice rang out from above their heads.
"However, the game is over!"
The slightly panting Third Tsuchikage turned around and saw Alucard, who had remained motionless as though merely watching a show, staring at him with utterly emotionless eyes.
They were pale pink eyes, their pupils seemingly made of countless hairline black cracks. At that moment, those insect-like threads began to wriggle one by one, crisscrossing within the tiny pupils as though weaving something.
The next instant, Ōnoki discovered that his surroundings had undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.
The goose-feather snow and biting wind vanished from the sky, replaced by a high-hanging red moon. Its blood-red light poured down, turning his entire field of vision black and crimson.
Looking down, as expected, the boundless snowfield, the ruined venue reduced to broken walls and rubble, and the numerous ninjas and samurai had all vanished. The space around him was empty and void, as though there was nothing in heaven and earth besides himself and that solitary blood moon.
In such a setting, Ōnoki could not even be sure whether he was still flying.
After all, there were no points of reference. Everything was pitch-black, and the red moon was the sole source of light.
"Genjutsu?"
He immediately became alert, forming hand seals with both hands as he tried to disrupt the flow of chakra within himself. "Release!"
But... the illusion did not budge.
This was Araki's exclusive Blood Demon Art—Blood Prison—developed by drawing on Oyashiro En's Ketsuryūgan genjutsu, enhanced through Blood Demon Art, and further empowered by the many Mangekyou Sharingan on Alucard's body!
It was a genjutsu-type Blood Demon Art that enhanced the Ketsuryūgan genjutsu's ability to slow the flow of