Miroku could not use his Wind Tunnel now. He exchanged a look with Sango for a moment, then they nodded in tacit agreement. "All right."
The group withdrew from the battle area and watched Xu Zhiqiu take her sword to Onigumo.
"Qiu, who exactly is Naraku?" Having received no answer, Onigumo impatiently repeated his question.
Xu Zhiqiu raised her sword, pointing its tip at Onigumo's face, her voice cold. "Who Naraku is doesn't matter. What matters is that your time to die has come. I left you alone when you were crippled, but I never expected you to still be alive. It's time to settle old scores."
As she spoke, Xu Zhiqiu slashed a streak of sword energy at him. Then she leaped up and attacked.
Seeing that Xu Zhiqiu truly intended to kill him, Onigumo panicked. A thick vine suddenly sprouted from his arm, which had been formed from bees, to block her attack.
Xu Zhiqiu's sword energy sliced straight through the rough vine tentacle, reducing it to ashes that vanished into the air.
That was not the end. Xu Zhiqiu's second wave of attacks came right after it.
Yet Onigumo did not dare strike back and could only defend himself. Dodging her attacks, he stared at her in disbelief. "Qiu, why are you treating me like this? I love you so much. I offered my soul to the demons back then because I wanted to have you."
"You love me? Why the hell should I care? Don't forget what you did to me back then." Xu Zhiqiu's face darkened as she continued hacking through his defenses.
Onigumo laughed, his smile lecherous. "If I can't have you, I'll just take you by force, like I did back then." As his words fell, his vine tentacles grew thicker and multiplied,