It's over, Moria

Brook watched the battle, then glanced at Kuta and the others, who looked utterly at ease. At last, he understood how powerful they were.

Kuta hadn't even attacked, but that silent teleportation, crossing space with a single step, had already opened his eyes.

As for Kuina, he had felt the aura of lightning pouring out of her just now!

With his own nature leaning toward cold and darkness, he could feel her power all the more keenly.

"Hey, Brook."

Just then, Kuta turned toward Brook and pointed at Ryuma on the edge of the battlefield. "See that zombie?"

"Yes. What about him?"

Brook glanced at Ryuma and asked in confusion, "There's something familiar about his presence."

"Of course there is." Kuta raised the Wine Gourd, tipped his head back, and took a drink before continuing, "Go on! Your shadow is inside that corpse. Go take it back yourself!"

"Yohohoho!"

Brook's eyes lit up. Staring at Ryuma's distant corpse, he burst into laughter. He had wondered why he felt something so familiar inside that body. So it was his shadow!

Just then, Ryuma seemed to sense something too. His blue-glowing eyes instantly turned toward Brook.

Their gazes met in midair like clashing swords, and a ringing filled the air that only swordsmen could hear.

Indeed, Brook was a swordsman, and a very skilled one at that.

Otherwise, Moria wouldn't have put his shadow inside Ryuma's corpse.

"Yohohoho!"

Laughing, Brook charged toward Ryuma. A trace of clarity seemed to return to Ryuma's bewildered eyes, as though he had sensed a kindred spirit. He immediately abandoned the battlefield and charged toward Brook as well.

Clang, clang, clang!

The cane wasn't a cane at all, but a sword cane.

The two rushed together and immediately locked blades.

Kuta wasn't worried about Brook in the