Can You Summon a Little More?

An art of the wind, weaving through wind paths, each leap composing a beautiful dance.

"Death, it arrives in an instant."

The Undead Legion fell in swathes; in the blink of an eye, a vast area around him had been cleared.

Yomi's eyes were split with rage, his face twisted in fury as he shrieked like a madman: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill him for me, all of you, attack together! A legion of ten million, it is impossible that we cannot deal with one ninja!"

Under Yomi's command, countless Stone Puppets gathered, inching closer to Baiyu step by step.

Baiyu's figure glided along the wind paths; with every elegant movement, the sharpness of his blade increased. By the end, he didn't even need to swing his sword; the wind blades wrapping the Kusanagi Sword alone could easily slice through his enemies.

Once, twice, thrice.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Sweeping Blade—every swing of the long blade increased the damage dealt.

With every strike, a Wind Trace within the wind path attached itself to the blade. As the number of Sweeping Blades increased, Baiyu's slaughter became increasingly effortless.

Before he knew it, he had fought his way to the center of the entire battlefield.

"So fast, the poison is already used up."

Baiyu took out another vial of poison and sprinkled it onto his long sword.

Because of the wind path buffing the blade, the poison could not soak into the steel; it could only cling to the outer layer of Wind Traces, flowing continuously along the currents of the wind.

Baiyu controlled the Wind Traces on his sword, wrapping the poison within them.

"Three seconds..."

Baiyu silently counted the time. Initially, ten layers of wind paths could wrap the blade in a layer of wind about one centimeter thick, enhancing its sharpness.

The duration was three seconds. Now, he didn't know how many layers were wrapped around it, only that the range of the Wind Traces had expanded to over fifty centimeters—nearly half a meter—with the sword's reach extending six or seven meters long.

The amplification effect was unknown, and the formula for calculating it was unclear.

This was the augmentation of Sweeping Blade, a special effect of a sword technique within the Wind Taming Sword Technique.

Using the wind as a means of attack, constantly relying on the wind paths encountered during movement to continuously amplify the long sword in his hand.

As the sword grew in size, the attack range and intensity grew ever greater.

Yet, the weight of the sword itself remained unchanged.

Thus, the following scene unfolded.

Accompanied by one sliding strike after another, Baiyu's attack range grew larger and larger, and the number of Stone Puppets he cut down with each slide increased. The Stone Puppets crawling out from underground could no longer keep up with the speed of Baiyu's sweep.

Seeing this, Yomi trembled with rage, continuously summoning the Ghost Army. Yomi shouted louder and more frequently, but the speed at which the Stone Puppets appeared grew slower and slower.

One hour, two hours...

Time slipped away.

Finally, Yomi's voice was hoarse as he continued to call out, his eyes vacant and filled with despair. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground and staining it red.

Despite this, he still screamed.

Calling to the slumbering undead in the distance, calling to the endless abyss.

However, the abyss did not favor him.

Or perhaps, it whispered softly to him:

"Get lost, I'm out of troops!"

Regardless of the reason, the Stone Puppets emerging became fewer and fewer. Baiyu, who had been in a state of excitement, gradually regained his senses, stopped his steps, and walked to Yomi's side.

By now, Yomi was slumped on the ground, unable to even stand.

Blood flowed from his mouth, his throat was torn, and tiny tentacles continuously repaired his windpipe; one could still faintly hear Yomi's cries.

"Can you still call out some more? Archmage Yomi!"

Baiyu squatted down, looking at Yomi's miserable state and pale face, asking with anticipation, his expression full of sincerity.

Yomi's eyes snapped open, the whites showing, his throat emitting a low, rattling groan, his face etched with unwillingness.

"I'm still short by a hundred thousand or so..."

He had gained over six hundred thousand kills in total, though Baiyu wasn't sure how many were part of the undead army.

He had been too excited by the slaughter, feeling the increasingly powerful strength within his body, and Baiyu had simply forgotten to count.

Sweeping Blade was just too easy to get lost in.

Every time he entered a wind path, he didn't need to expend a shred of strength; everything was pushed by the wind, and even the act of swinging the blade was aided by the breeze.

After the battle, Baiyu still had the energy to speak, while the summoned Archmage had collapsed from exhaustion.

This was the charm of the Wind-Chasing Sword Master; no matter the situation, one could always find joy.

The wind will help you accomplish everything.

In a normal state, just the act of hacking at people would be enough to exhaust anyone.

Wind Taming makes the wind the executioner.

The killer was not a man, but the wind.

"Let's see, how many Stone Puppets did I cut down this time?"

With traces of the Wind Taming Sword Technique still lingering on the Kusanagi Sword in his hand, he swung it casually to cleave a Stone Puppet, then summoned it back.

"Sixteen points added..."

So low...

That meant he had hacked down nearly tens of thousands of Stone Puppets...

In the beginning, it was one or two per slash; later on, it was hundreds per slash, clearing out a vast area at once.

The feeling of mowing down enemies like grass was incredibly satisfying.

This was the joy of a swordsman.

The sky gradually darkened; from day to night, time flew by in a flash.

The Stone Puppets did not provide as many sword-drawing counts as he had imagined.

Perhaps it was because their strength and speed could not keep up with Uchiha Shiraha at all.

After comprehending the Wind Taming Sword Technique, Uchiha Shiraha's strength had reached a new level. In a war of attrition, he did not fear a quasi-Kage level opponent, and he could even hold his own for a while against a Kage-level ninja specializing in ninjutsu by relying on his wind walls.

If a Kage-level powerhouse were to let their guard down, they could very well be killed by him in a single strike.

However, the probability of that was very low.

"Heh... heh..."

Yomi still tried to speak. At this moment, the remaining Stone Puppets were still approaching Uchiha Shiraha, while Moryo cursed in a rage from within the seal of the Underground Palace.

A useless wretch; he hadn't even summoned the entire army before his own body started to give out.

Yomi did not yet know dark medical ninjutsu, and his self-healing ability was not strong; it was truly not easy for him to have persisted in receiving Moryo's power for so long.

"Can you still summon them?"

Seeing Yomi gasping for air, Uchiha Shiraha asked excitedly.

He was still alive! He could still breathe!

He was still short by one hundred thousand; if only he could keep cutting down puppets, it would be just like practicing.

He had prepared hundreds of bottles of potions and now only seven remained; the expenses were high, but the harvest was also great.

One hundred thousand was roughly the reward for drawing a sword against a Kage-level powerhouse.

Yomi simply wasn't qualified enough.

Facing Uchiha Shiraha's repeated questioning, Yomi's face turned crimson, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes as if his eyeballs would burst at any moment.

"Can you or can't you?"

"Heh..."

The response was a low, wind-breaking growl.

"Puchi."

Uchiha Shiraha stood up and released the Kusanagi Sword. The blade fell, piercing directly through Yomi's head. Countless tentacles tried to pull the sword out, but they burst into plumes of green smoke upon touching the blade.

This guy was no longer of any use.

In the end, Yomi breathed his last. His death brought Uchiha Shiraha a reward of nearly twenty thousand.

An elite Jonin level, and even then, he was already on the verge of death; if he had been in peak condition, the reward would likely have been even higher.

"Next, if I take care of Moryo, it should be enough to reach one million."

Uchiha Shiraha muttered to himself. He was quite satisfied that he would be able to complete the third stage of the sword-drawing mission this time.

Just after he executed Yomi, the shrine maiden Miroku suddenly appeared, looking at Uchiha Shiraha with an excited expression.

She had been hiding in the shadows observing since Uchiha Shiraha began his battle with the Undead Legion, and after discovering that he was capable of dealing with them, she finally identified her target.

Uchiha Shiraha was the savior of the Land of Demons!