Hecatos let out a long cry.
The Black Crow Guanyin's body disintegrated on the spot.
Tens of thousands of golden crows burst from its skeleton. No longer maintaining their massive form, they shot toward the mirrors and shadows throughout the city.
It was trying to scatter.
No matter how powerful Zanka no Tachi was, it could not possibly strike tens of thousands of clones with a single slash.
But just as the first flock of crows rushed into the streets, heaps of skeletons crawled up from underground.
They wrapped themselves around the feathered mirrors, using their bodies to block the exits.
Several skeletons were smashed apart by corrosive hands, but black flames immediately swept up the bone fragments and sealed the next mirror.
As soon as the crows in the shadows poked out their heads, dozens of withered arms reached in and forcibly dragged them back to the ground.
Hecatos switched exits repeatedly.
Every exit was packed with skeletons.
The traces left behind by tens of thousands of dead had long since spread across the inner city.
Mirrors, shadows, streets, houses—all of them were occupied by the Ten Trillion Dead Funeral Array of Fire.
After circling around, the crows could only gather at the altar again.
Ging watched the Black Crow Guanyin take shape once more.
"You planned this in advance?"
"No."
Bai Zhu crossed his arms, holding the two blades before him, one above and one below.
"But it'll come crashing into it on its own."
The crimson patterns on Ryūmon Hōzukimaru rapidly lit up.
Bai Zhu's arms swelled with them, and the stone slabs beneath his feet caved inward. Power surged from his waist and back to his shoulders, while the blade in his right hand gave a low hum.
Zanka no Tachi still bore no flames.
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