"Is your Musical Score still not ready? Keep dragging this out, and you really will die!"
Sasuke's icy voice rang out like thunder from within the towering purple demon god, echoing clearly in everyone's ears.
At the edge of the battlefield, on a relatively intact rooftop.
Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma, whom Inosuke had just rescued from Daki's "food storehouse," stared at the distant battlefield in horror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
They had seen it.
They had seen that purple giant, seemingly straight out of myth, radiating an aura of menace and destruction.
They had seen how it single-handedly pinned down two powerful Upper Rank Demons.
And they had seen the man they considered flamboyant and invincible, Tengen Uzui, down on one knee, drenched in blood, his handsome face covered in purplish-black poison markings as his life rapidly ebbed away.
"Lord Tengen... Lord Tengen is..."
Suma was already sobbing too hard to speak, tears streaming down her face. She clamped both hands over her mouth, but could not stifle her despairing sobs.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why are we so useless?!"
Makio, the most fiery-tempered of them, punched the roof tiles beside her. Her knuckles instantly split and bled, but she felt no pain at all.
Her eyes were filled with anger, frustration, and hatred of her own weakness.
She wanted to rush in and fight beside her husband, but reason told her that with her strength, she would be torn to pieces the moment she charged in and would only become a burden.
"Calm down, Suma, Makio."
Hinatsuru's voice held a barely perceptible tremor, but more than that, it held a composure she had forcibly maintained.
As the eldest of the three wives, she had to stay calm.
Her gaze remained fixed on the center of the battlefield.