"Destroy."
As Kanami's words fell, an utterly terrifying ripple spread through the entire consciousness space.
In an instant, it crushed the projection of the Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword in Otsutsuki Yamei's hand into powder.
The black light on it burst apart in an instant.
The next second, it became a transparent phantom.
"What is going on?! This is the Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword! Even if this is your world of will, it shouldn't be this powerful!"
Otsutsuki Yamei's pupils trembled as he staggered back several steps, staring in shock at the transparent Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword in his hand.
No matter how much chakra he poured into it, it was useless.
He could not stop the Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword from dissipating in the slightest.
"You know this is my world of will. A world of will means that I am the master here. Everything here is decided by me."
Kanami spoke indifferently as he took a few steps around, his gaze still fixed on Otsutsuki Yamei.
"If I do not want something to exist, then it cannot exist.
"As for you, if you had not entered my body like a virus and somehow gained fifty percent control over it, I would have torn you apart by now."
As his words fell, Otsutsuki Yamei's expression changed drastically.
"That's impossible! Your consciousness space cannot possess such power. This is the power of a god—you stole the power of a god!
"Even this body of yours is mine!"
The more he spoke, the more twisted his expression became.
He was even beginning to ramble incoherently.
His only divine weapon, the Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword, had vanished the moment he summoned it, before he could even use it.
Anyone would have broken down.
"So now I'm the thief again? Did you forget where you got the Ame-no-Tokotachi Sword from?"
"Did you forget that