"Everyone, stop! Don't follow me. The battle ahead isn't your domain—don't come any closer. Your next task is to stop anyone else from approaching. That's an order!"
Hayato did not look back, merely waving a hand casually, yet his words carried an authority that allowed no argument.
The others exchanged looks for a moment before returning to their original positions.
Hayato did not increase his flying speed. He simply continued forward at his own pace.
At last, a bird made of paper flew toward him. Even faster were over a dozen miniature missiles, trailing orange flames as they streaked at Hayato.
"This greeting is a little too enthusiastic, isn't it?"
With a soft chuckle, Hayato watched as the missiles struck an invisible wall of air and detonated prematurely, smoke spreading across the space between both sides.
It would be rude not to return the favor!
A sphere of white light appeared in Hayato's palm.
Silver Wheel Reincarnation Explosion!
The enormous tornado instantly scattered the smoke and struck the paper bird.
Six figures leaped from the bird's back and swiftly formed a battle formation on the ground, guarding Deva Path Pain at the center. At the very rear stood Naraka Path.
Hayato landed opposite them.
"Can we talk before we fight? Maybe after we talk, there won't be any need to fight," Hayato said.
The one responding to Hayato was still Asura Path. This time, it was a flexible metal saw with serrated edges on both sides.
However,
When its sharp tip was about a meter from Hayato, it abruptly stopped. Countless fine threads had wrapped around it. After struggling a few times, it could neither advance to attack nor retract.
"These are special threads, like spider silk. They're sticky and tough—the more you struggle, the tighter they bind. The correct