In the face of the Yatagarasu's attack, the Peach Hermit God's expression remained unchanged.
Around her, clusters of vibrant pink and white peach blossoms bloomed.
And just as both forces guiding death and life force were about to clash like a wild storm, the Yatagarasu suddenly beat its wings, its blade swerved, bypassing the Peach Hermit God.
Boom!
A loud crash, the sickle-like arc of silver snake light, along with a gale carrying the breath of death, all collided with the towering and majestic statue of Izanagi.
The statue, seemingly cast in gold, suddenly collapsed.
Only to transform into dreamlike bubbles, quickly dissipating.
This action was completely beyond the Peach Hermit God's expectations.
"What are you doing? How could you disrespect Lord Izanagi?"
The Yatagarasu hovered in the air, raising the long-handled sickle in its hand: "It was He who trapped us here."
"Lord Izanagi had no choice, and He will return, He will return!"
