"Is this your final strike? Then I'll make sure you die knowing the truth!"
An attack of this scale was no longer something Monzaemon could normally accomplish. He had used an absolute secret technique to multiply his chakra tenfold in an instant, suppressing Mingye. Then he turned to the stunned girl and roared, "Go! Run!"
The girl understood the situation and immediately turned to flee without hesitation. Mingye had just been about to shatter the giant blades when he realized they were far more troublesome than he had expected. Countless fragments split off from the blades, continuously circling him and attacking without pause. Cracks gradually appeared across Susanoo, but Mingye was not worried in the slightest.
"How much longer can you keep attacking me?"
The blood vessels all over his body burst, and blood scattered into the sky on the raging wind. Mingye's words were like the toll of a death knell. Monzaemon's body had already shriveled up. The limit of chakra was not merely the ability to gain immense power—it could also utterly drain the user's life force. The force of the attacks finally began to weaken, and Monzaemon said no more. His eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, and his entire body had gone pale from blood loss. He died there and then.
"He was someone worth acknowledging. If he had used that ninjutsu from the beginning, I might truly have died."
"That would depend on whether he was really willing to make such a sacrifice. This move could only be used with the support of a final secret technique. He had people he cared about. Otherwise, even if he died, the two of us might never have seen this ninjutsu. What a pity. Such talent could not be used by me. What a pity indeed."
Mingye