Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed endlessly within the dim and oppressive Infinity Castle.
Countless wounds, like jagged cracks, hung across Ding Yi's Teiichi body.
Blood gushed from the wounds like an out-of-control stream, quickly soaking Teiichi's clothes and staining them a shocking dark red.
Logically speaking, having mastered the Teiichi of the Transparent World, one should be able to precisely control the contraction and relaxation of every muscle in one's body, and even suppress the outflow of blood from wounds.
However, the fierce battle that lasted all night, coupled with the ongoing fighting since entering the Infinity Castle, had already pushed Teiichi's mind and physical strength to the limit.
He had no time to think about anything else at that moment; he could only rely on his willpower to try his best to control his blood flow so as not to lose too much blood too quickly, lest he accelerate the depletion of his physical strength.
However, even such a difficult self-sustaining effort could not completely prevent the negative effects of prolonged fighting.
Teiichi's head began to feel increasingly dizzy, as if shrouded in a thick fog, and his thoughts became blurred and sluggish.
Time, in this dim and monotonous Infinity Castle, seemed to have lost its meaning.
The surrounding environment always maintains a repressive and eerie uniformity, with the only difference being that the buildings are constantly changing shapes, like an endless maze that makes people lose their way.
Without the rising and setting of the sun, without the flow and change of light and shadow, Teiichi loses its reference point for judging the passage of time.
He didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to these things; all his attention was forced to focus on dealing with the relentless barrage of attacks.
Teiichi's body gradually became more and more tired, and every movement seemed heavier and more difficult.
His breathing grew heavier and heavier, each breath seeming to drain the last bit of strength from his body.
" Destructive Death - Footwork - Flowing Light!"
A deep, powerful shout echoed across the empty battlefield.
Teiichi his physical and mental exhaustion, Dingyi forced himself to look in the direction of Akaza.
The bare foot, like a shooting star, hurtled towards him at lightning speed.
Without a trajectory, it is difficult to discern the trajectory.
If you want to take a direct hit, you can only rely on your eyes to discern where each kick should land.
This is clearly not a wise choice for Teiichi at this point.
Teiichi slight step back, instinctively trying to avoid Akaza's fatal attack.
However, the Sekido in the distance seemed to have seen through Teiichi's intentions.
The tin staff in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp clang.
Several bolts of lightning, like angry snakes, instantly raged towards Teiichi's back.
The loud crackling noises quickly attracted Teiichi's attention.
Teiichi's peripheral vision involuntarily drifted towards the incoming lightning bolts.
Years of combat experience allowed Teiichi to quickly determine the lightning's landing point.
A large area not far behind them was enveloped in it.
If you don't retreat enough, you won't be able to escape Akaza's attack range.
If you retreat too far, you'll fall back into the lightning's range.
As for retreating in other directions?
Kokushibo and Doma are waiting in those places!
He pulled back the step he had just taken and raised his Nichirin Blade.
The clanging sounds continued.
Meanwhile, the Gyokko on the other side was not idle either. It raised its hand in the direction of Teiichi and muttered incantations:
" Blood Demon Art: Ten Thousand Gliding Slime-Fish!"
The piercing sound brought Teiichi back to his senses, and he glanced in that direction.
He then took a deep breath and diverted a portion of his slash, which he had originally intended to use entirely to counter Akaza's kick, to meet the overwhelming swarm of sticky fish.
The Nichirin Blade danced in front of him, creating a dense net of blades.
However, since it was only a portion of the attack, it was simply not enough to completely withstand the impact of ten thousand sticky fish.
A dozen or so sticky fish crossed the line of blades and pounced on Teiichi like bloodthirsty demons.
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Teiichi his body, and blood gushed out again.
At least I didn't get bitten by a sticky fish.
Akaza's attack had barely ended when an even more ferocious attack followed.
" Moon Breathing - Eighth Form - Moon-Dragon Ringtail!"
Clang!
The two forces collided fiercely in mid-air, and invisible shockwaves surged outwards, as if to tear the entire space apart.
A powerful force transmitted through the Nichirin Blade, Teiichi's arm to tremble violently, almost causing the Nichirin Blade to slip from his grasp.
However, he was eventually caught.
The blades separated abruptly after a fierce clash.
Kokushibo leaped gracefully backward and landed steadily.
Just as he was about to press his advantage, Akaza stopped him from the side.
A wisp of Kokushibo's tightly closed lips and teeth. Kokushibo looked at Akaza with a puzzled expression.
Akaza, "Turn him into a demon!"
Kokushibo frowned slightly. "Didn't he... already clearly state that he was unwilling?"
Bang!
Unfolding his folding fan, Doma gently waved it to relieve his fatigue.
"Whether he wants it or not, given his current condition, he probably won't make it if we keep fighting for a while. Then we can just force-feed him blood! Exactly..."
Doma paused here, glancing at Daki.
"At that point, Daki might not be Upper Rank anymore! And Kokushibo's Upper Rank One might also be replaced!"
"Ah!..."
Upon hearing this, Daki involuntarily gasped, her face instantly filled with terror and resentment.
She originally wanted to complain a bit.
But when he thought about how his position Upper Rank Six was far inferior to that of Upper Rank One, Kokushibo, he swallowed back his complaints.
Kokushibo glanced at Doma, then looked at Akaza.
"For a swordsman, dying in battle is the greatest honor. If you truly respect him, you shouldn't go against his wishes!"
Not paying much attention to their conversation, Teiichi took the opportunity to breathe heavily during their talk.
A heavy sense of exhaustion washed over him like a tide, relentlessly assaulting his entire body, as if threatening to engulf him.
In fact, Kokushibo, Akaza, Doma are all quite exhausted after fighting for so long.
It's just that ghosts have a clear advantage in terms of physical strength and recovery ability.
The only ones in relatively good condition were Hantengu, Gyokko, and Daki, who were constantly launching attacks from a distance.
Fine beads of sweat continuously seeped from Teiichi's forehead, the tip of his nose, and the rest of his body's intact skin.
Like a small stream, it flowed slowly over the wounds left by the battle.
The slight stinging sensation that should have been there seemed to disappear completely at this moment.
The muscles were trembling and groaning incessantly.
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