Xiao Yu did not say much, merely nodding slightly.
"Okay!"
The moment her words fell, we exchanged a glance. The instant our eyes met, we shot out with two whooshes, charging straight into the fray.
Gripping the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword, I let out a low roar.
"Kill!"
I leaped forward and charged at the onmyoji.
Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, Pan Ling, and Aoi Yui swiftly followed.
Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister had already rushed ahead and become embroiled in a melee with those onmyoji.
"Fuck you! Die!"
"Ice Sword Technique..."
"Ah!"
"Yamete!"
"Lord Mikoto, please save us! (O Matsusama, douka ware-ra o osukui kudasai!)"
"..."
Under Xiao Yu's intimidation—
In practically a single exchange, we killed or wounded eight or nine of them.
But it was not over yet. The battle continued.
Xiao Yu darted into the fight, and wherever she passed, blood flashed.
With barely a lift of her hand, an onmyoji would die on the spot.
No matter what curses or spells they used, none could withstand Xiao Yu's overwhelming attacks.
Xiao Yu charged directly toward the two stone statues.
The statues were blasted away. The male deity statue was visibly cracked.
Black liquid continuously flowed from within, while wisps of black smoke spread without end.
As Xiao Yu drew closer, the man's voice rang out from within that statue once again.
"Wait! We should not fight! Let us talk this over peacefully! (Matte! Wareware wa arasou beki de wa nai! Heiwa ni hanashiaou!)"
"..."
The voice was loud enough for all of us to hear.
From his tone, it seemed he was asking Xiao Yu to stop. He did not want to fight anymore.
But how could Xiao Yu possibly stop? And Xiao Yu seemed to understand Japanese. As she flew closer, she spoke.
"Spying