Beneath the gloomy canopy of clouds, the air was bitterly cold.
After the torrential rain, a faintly chilly breeze drifted gently through the high skies. Yet to the two people suspended in the air, such cold was utterly imperceptible.
Within the cloud of blood mist spreading through the sky, the gaunt, corpse-like monk Jashin wore an extremely ugly expression.
His pair of malevolent eyes stared fixedly at Aizen's movements, his heart filled with intense panic!
I... I won't be able to withstand the next move!
The thought suddenly flashed through Jashin's mind, and his face darkened even further!
Madness shone within those needle-like pupils. Staring intently at Aizen in the distance, he suddenly took a fierce step forward and shrieked with wild laughter.
"Let this monk see!"
"Just how do you intend to defeat this monk! Hahahaha!!"
Along with his crazed laughter, the dense storm clouds filling the sky seemed to receive some sort of signal. Countless thick bolts of lightning suddenly crashed down!
"Rumble!" "Rumble!" "Rumble!"...
The enormous lightning bolts instantly lit up the pitch-black sky!
Bolt after bolt of lightning struck down upon Jashin's head, thinning even the blood mist that had originally spread for hundreds of meters around him.
At that moment, something strange occurred.
The dull, lightless seal hanging from Jashin's chest—the symbol of the Jashin Cult—suddenly floated up, radiating an eerie, profound blackness.
After the terrifying azure lightning struck Jashin's head, it resonated with that seal!
The next moment, it seemed to become like a tamed pet, losing all of its former fierce and sharp aura.
The thick azure lightning gradually transformed into pitch-black lightning!
Then, as if threads were being pulled apart from a cocoon, the thick bolts split into countless tiny black lightning snakes.
Jashin slowly released the translucent crimson spike he had