Half an hour later.
At the edge of the Training Ground, thirty thousand True Believers had withdrawn to the outermost perimeter. They sat cross-legged, dark red evil power slowly circulating over their bodies, restoring the stamina they had just expended. But every one of their gazes was fixed on the center of the grounds-there, three figures formed a triangle around a young man in a moon-white Kariginu. The three great apostles against Toyotomi Yinglang.
The Apostle of Pain stood directly in front of Toyotomi Yinglang, his dark red priestly robes like flowing blood in the glow of evil power. On his Mask of Pain, three cracks looked particularly hideous in the dark red light. Super Kage Level evil power rose around him like flames, scorching fine cracks into the blue stone slabs beneath his feet.
The Apostle of Despair stood to the rear left, his dark purple priestly robes fluttering in the light. His mask was smooth as a mirror, reflecting Toyotomi Yinglang's back. He already held the Staff of Despair, dark purple light slowly circulating at its tip. Each flicker made the surrounding air grow a little more stagnant.
The Apostle of Madness stood to the rear right, his dark green priestly robes swaying in the light. The densely packed cracks on his mask glowed faintly. His Claws of Madness were already extended, the dark green talons gleaming eerily in the light of evil power. Their tips occasionally scraped through the air, producing faint, teeth-grating screeches.
Three great apostles, three directions. No blind spots.
Toyotomi Yinglang stood in the center of the triangle, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his eyes gently closed. Amid the interweaving of three kinds of evil power, his moon-white Kariginu remained spotless.
"Don't hold back." His voice was calm. "Use your strongest attacks."