The sky seemed to be splitting apart, while the earth, mountains, and rivers were shattered by streaks of saber light and sword energy.
Far from both armies, Mingye and Fūzetsuga were locked in battle.
Fūzetsuga wielded the Tiger Soul saber, his killing aura bitterly cold. His tiger's might shook the heavens as vicious streaks of golden saber light cleaved through the sky.
The saber in his hand was the White Tiger clan's divine weapon, Tiger Soul. Like the Demon Wolf Tribe's Sacred Artifact, Five Thunder Finger, it had been passed down through generations and held the spiritual power of many ancestors.
Mingye had noticed precisely this. He drew the Nether Thunder Blade to meet it in battle; weapons containing ancestral souls were the Nether Thunder Blade's favorites.
It wanted to devour Tiger Soul's power, craving it just as it craved Sōunga.
Mingye unleashed a massive slash of lightning sword energy, shattering the golden saber light hurtling toward him.
"The auras of the Netherworld Path and lightning... is that the Nether Thunder Blade that killed my general...?"
Fūzetsuga narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the pitch-black Thunder Sword in Mingye's hand. Its aura made his heart tremble.
Even the supreme mystic art unleashed by Fūyō and ten thousand White Tiger Legion warriors together had been banished to the Underworld by this Nether Thunder Blade. Its power was extraordinary.
"That's right. And you'll be the next to die by this sword!"
Mingye took a step, abruptly crossing a hundred meters to appear before Fūzetsuga, and slashed.
Wild lightning erupted all around, as though nature itself were roaring in fury. The sky and earth changed color as countless bolts rained down.
"Hmph. Even Shinigami Oni back then wouldn't have dared say that to me. Your power over the Netherworld Path must be incomplete.