Upheaval in the Holy Land! The Eerie Figure Shifting on the Altar!

Sometimes it grows tall and imposing, like an ancient giant clad in armor;

Sometimes it becomes short and thin, like a skeleton that has been dried up for many years;

At other times, it becomes slender and tall, like a rapier drawn from its sheath.

But then it transformed into a giant tens of meters tall, a mermaid with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish, a ferocious, crimson-faced monster, a demon with outstretched black wings, and a majestic paladin...

One after another, appearances kept changing on this strange, twisted figure.

The weapon in his hand also changed with the movement of his body.

The tall, burly man wielded the Void Sword; the short, thin figure held the Muramasa Heaven's Punishment Sword; the giant tens of meters tall wielded the Xingtian Axe; the half-human, half-fish mermaid held the Sea God Sword; the Demon Grudge Sword, crimson-bodied monster held the Vengeful Demon Sword; the Wrath Sword with outstretched black wings held the Sacred Decree Spear; the majestic paladin held the Holy Life Spear; and other different figures wielded weapons such as the Chaos Sword Honebami Tōshirō... All sorts of weapons appeared and disappeared with the changing figures.

"Ugh!!! Get off me!!! This!! This is Mu's body!!!!"

Accompanied by a delicate, ethereal shriek, the surrounding Demonic Energy surged and roared menacingly.

"Imu!! Imu!!!"

"Traitor!! This despicable traitor!!!"

"I'm going to kill you!! I'm going to kill you!! Imu!!!"

"Imu! Come down and join us!!! Come to hell with us!!!"

"You traitor! Imu! I'll make you pay!!!"

One different voice after another rang out in the surrounding Demonic Energy, the only thing they had in common was that they were all filled with endless resentment, hatred, and mad rage.

The figure in the center of the altar, its eyes equally bloodshot and crazed, roared hoarsely, "No!! This is mine!!!"

You bunch of losers!! Die, all of you!!! This is my world!!! I created this world!!! All of you!! Die, all of you!!!

Accompanied by a delicate, ethereal shriek, Demonic Energy surged wildly into his body.

At the same time, strands of dark red silk, seemingly destined, suddenly burst forth and shot out in all directions.

Just before the silk threads were about to burst forth, the ever-changing figure suddenly stopped.

All forms froze simultaneously, all weapons dimmed simultaneously, and all sounds fell silent simultaneously.

Her eyes snapped open in that instant, her crimson pupils piercing through the dome of Mary Geoise, through the rocky strata of the Red Line, and through thousands of meters of void, gazing toward the direction of Sabaody.

There was nothing in those eyes.

There were no emotions, no reason, no Imu's madness, and no hatred from those vengeful spirits.

There was only a pure, empty gaze, like an abyss looking back at the human world.

Then the change began again, the Demonic Energy surged once more, and the threads shot out once more.

At the same time, Shamrock was sent flying.

The Susanoo, imbued with the Yaoyu and Yakumi of medicine, simultaneously swung its scythe and Kunai. Shamrock mustered his last ounce of strength to lift Cerberus to block, but the combined power of the two Admiral-Emperor Level completely shattered his defense.

The outline of the three-headed hellhound shattered upon impact, turning into a shower of dark red debris. Cerberus's sword trembled violently, emitting a mournful hum.

Shamrock was thrown into the air by the shockwave, tumbling several times before crashing heavily into the shallow water. Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and the wound in his chest, Kunai, continued to bleed.

Meanwhile, the captains of the Night Owl Guard's elite squads had already targeted the remaining members of the God's Knights, preparing to launch a fatal attack.

However, the next second, Madara Uchiha's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he looked into the distance.

A dozen or so dark red threads appeared out of thin air, their target being the Night Owl Guard and several Elder of the Uchiha Clan who were surrounding the God's Knights.

The silk threads moved at an extreme speed, almost appearing and disappearing out of thin air, their trajectories so unpredictable that they were impossible to discern.

Sensing the danger, the group darted away, but a few, caught in the web of threads, were unable to retreat in time.

At that moment, Madara Uchiha had no time to think. He suddenly grabbed with his right hand, and the power of his Six-Tomoe Rinne Sharingan suddenly erupted.

"Banshō Ten'in!"

With a sharp shout, several Night Owl Guard squad leaders who hadn't had time to retreat were instantly pulled towards Madara Uchiha by the immense gravitational force.

Their bodies were rapidly pushed backward by gravity, barely avoiding the piercing attacks of the dark red threads.

The silk threads brushed past the hem of their clothes, slicing through the rubble and ruins along the way, leaving smooth, mirror-like surfaces.

Before Madara Uchiha could even breathe a sigh of relief, a series of shrill wails and screams suddenly came from below.

"Ugh...!!! No! What's happening?! No! No!"

"No! Lord Imu?! It's Lord Imu?! No! No! Lord Imu!! Spare me!!! No!!!"

"Help! No! No!! Help me! Lord Imu!! No!!"

Following the sound, they saw more than a dozen dark red threads piercing through the bodies of several members of the God's Knights.

The God's Knight, already weakened by the Night Owl Guard, didn't even have time to fight back before being pierced through the body by dark red threads, letting out shrill screams, wails, and desperate pleas for mercy.

The silk threads passed through their chests, abdomens, and shoulder blades; wherever the threads passed, flesh and blood rapidly withered, and life force was rapidly drained away.

Meanwhile, the four Five Elders, who had just barely recovered after having their life force drained by Imu, struggled to their feet only to witness the miserable state of the God's Knight. They froze on the spot, their expressions changing drastically.

"Not good!"

Among them, the financial martial god Izambaron V. Saint Nusjuro was the first to react, his expression changing drastically as he roared, "Run!"

The other three were taken aback at first, but then immediately turned around and tried to run away.

But before they could get very far, four threads suddenly appeared around them.

The silk thread runs through the back of the Izambalon V. Saint Nusjuro.

His steps faltered abruptly. He glanced down at the dark red thread piercing his chest, his lips moved slightly, and a low, almost inaudible murmur escaped his throat, "Eight hundred years... I've followed you for eight hundred years... You... you can't... No!! I'm not reconciled!!! No----!!!"