The Power of the Ten Shadows!

The surface of the tentacles was covered in thumbnail-sized suckers, each oozing a thick, greenish-black fluid.

The instant the fluid touched the air, it turned into a visible dark green mist that churned and spread like a living thing.

"[Divine Embryo: Eight Evil Faces], third avatar—Miasma."

The old man's voice came from overhead.

Across the entire theater, it carried the finality of settled dust.

Lu Ping looked up.

He slowly lowered the [Feather of the Rabbit Escape] he had nocked on the horn bow, charged to its limit and ready to fire at any moment.

Blue sparks formed from lightning cursed energy flickered across the arrow's fletching a few times before finally fading.

The Bronze Gate and the massive dangling tentacles had already transformed into a thick wall of flesh, standing between him and the old man.

With a Special Grade obstacle in the way, a ranged attack that could not guarantee a kill was no longer worth attempting.

At the very top of the theater dome, the two curse users had long since floated into the air.

The old man stood on the shoulder of the Birdman Curse Spirit with its wings spread wide, his robes snapping in the wind.

Mitarai Shizuru stood atop a flying eagle woven from cursed-energy threads, his face deathly pale from blood loss.

[Solitary Prison] would imprison only the target designated by the technique. All other targets would be harmlessly "excluded" from this special space.

Before the technique's effect ended, those inside and outside the prison could not affect one another.

At this moment, only Lu Ping, the little boy lying at his feet, and—

The Special Grade Evil God Cursed Womb that was about to crawl out of the Bronze Gate remained inside the ruined theater designated as the "prison."

"The toxic mist