The Sixth Heavenly Demon King, Aikawa Nobunaga

Across the empty plain, countless people slaughtered one another, shouting and screaming.

They possessed greater strength; with every step they took, the ground cracked beneath them, kicking up clouds of dust.

Blood gradually dyed the earth red. Severed limbs lay scattered across the battlefield, and from time to time, a dark object spraying blood would soar high into the air—a human head.

Pain remained on the faces of the dead, and before the life faded from their pupils, the last things left within them were regret and unwillingness.

Whether Aikawa Nobunaga or Vermilion Bird won this war, one outcome was certain: countless people would die in it.

And that was precisely the outcome Aizen wished to see.

Atop a high cliff, a trace of amusement flickered in Aizen's eyes as he calmly watched the miserable slaughter below.

The Hogyoku within his body was greedily devouring the countless souls drifting toward it.

Even the Ninja World Wars Aizen had secretly provoked among the major nations before had not allowed the Hogyoku to absorb so many souls in a war of such enormous scale.

As Aizen quietly sensed the Hogyoku greedily absorbing souls, far from the battlefield, inside a military tent, Aikawa Nobunaga watched the situation ahead with a tense expression.

"How is it!?"

He asked in a grave voice.

By now, Aikawa Nobunaga had undergone an almost complete transformation. Every movement he made carried an air of slaughter. If anyone had said that he had been a timid farmer merely two months ago, no one would have believed it.

Hearing his heavy tone, the messenger's face turned pale as he hurriedly replied.

"Lord Nobunaga, the combined forces of Vermilion Bird and Sensui are still too powerful... The situation... the situation does not look promising..."

This was the conclusion he had reached