Suzuki Shuichi rolled across the ground. The Japanese onmyoji behind him were even worse off.
The violent shockwave left them coughing blood, their bones shattered. All of them collapsed, unable to rise...
Sword in hand, I closed in and struck.
Not a single person here could be allowed to live...
I locked onto Suzuki Shuichi, the strongest among them, and charged straight at him.
Suzuki Shuichi, who had been blasted to the ground, spat blood as his handsome features visibly began to age.
In the blink of an eye, he went from a handsome young man of around twenty into an eighty- or ninety-year-old man, the wrinkles on his face continuing to deepen.
This was exactly as the fox demon had described.
Seeing me attack, his expression changed drastically. Amid his pain, he formed a hand seal.
"Nine Chrysanthemums..."
But before he could finish the spell, my sword came down.
With a crack, I severed his arm in an instant.
"Ah..."
Suzuki Shuichi screamed miserably as his arm fell to the ground, blood spraying out with a hiss.
At the same time, Xiao Yu raised her left hand and clenched it.
Without uttering a single word, the remaining few people all cried out in agony. Their bodies arched, and their eyeballs nearly bulged from their sockets.
They all opened their mouths as their souls were rapidly pulled from their bodies.
The Japanese onmyoji watched in terror and screamed:
"Don't!"
"No, no!"
"I don't want to die!"
"..."
But it was already too late. Xiao Yu drew back her arm, and their souls were pulled from their bodies one after another.
The moment their souls left their bodies, their bodies fell to the ground with a series of thuds, dead.
Under normal circumstances, Suzuki Shuichi before me would have definitely been