Bang!
The emerald thunderbolt intertwined with the dragon's roar, rushing forward like a swimming dragon.
The muzzle of the Banshee blossomed with Yin Thunder's purple lightning and white brilliance, mingling with the ghostly violet blade of Onikiri, stirring a sound like a hundred ghosts weeping.
The resplendent Tong Zi Qie rumbled with Yang Thunder, the vast thunderlight illuminating the world.
The three-colored thundering was unstoppable, chasing clouds, pursuing lightning, traversing the nine heavens.
Kamiyagawa's swift and decisive battle stance, radiant and blinding to behold.
This was no longer "Thunder God aids me," he himself seemed like the Thunder God incarnate.
Clang!
The two renowned blades for cutting ghosts hummed incessantly, until the last wailing Tsuchimikado Witch was cut into shattered remains.
Chunks of flesh in red and white, soaked black hair, together with white robes and scarlet hakama, all fell into the dark pool.
"Ah—Hum—"
