But Mirai's heart suddenly stirred.
"When you fall sick, you'll be killed!"
Mirai stomped his foot and leaped straight into the air. Then, he unleashed a storm beneath himself, propelling himself upward and gaining a brief ability to fly.
"Meteor Destroys God..."
Mirai's eyes flashed. Raising his Divine Wind Sword, he moved toward Yin-Yang Death and slashed directly at him.
Whoosh!
The sword aura attacked Yin-Yang Death directly with unparalleled force.
Yin-Yang Death noticed this as well. His pupils finally widened slightly. He wanted to determine the order of yin and yang, but then suddenly realized that he could not determine it at all.
Don't fight. You need to return to your own... as quickly as possible...
This thought surfaced in Yin-Yang Death God's mind. Then, facing the sword aura rushing toward him at an extreme speed, Yin-Yang Death God used teleportation without hesitation. However, this time, he could no longer sense the familiar, wonderful feeling.
"What?!"
At last, a shocked expression appeared on Yin-Yang Death God's face. There was no trace of calmness left—only terror.
Whoosh!
With that expression on his face, the Divine Wind Sword's aura suddenly arrived before Yin-Yang Death God. This time, Yin-Yang Death God tried to move his body and dodge Mirai's sword aura, but to his horror, he could not even move.
"Why... I... I'm the Yin-Yang Death God. Why are you treating me like this... What did I... do wrong?"
Looking at the sword aura before his eyes, Yin-Yang Death God finally closed his eyes slowly. At the same time, his heart questioned the one who had given him power that day.
"Because it no longer needs you."
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