Izanami hovered in the air.
"Amaterasu, do you think I will show mercy?" she asked sharply, her voice echoing like a great ancient bell.
Indeed!
Fujiwara Reya couldn't help but glance at Amaterasu.
That guy certainly won't hold back just because I'm young, Great God, you should handle it yourself.
To this, Amaterasu simply raised her hand slightly.
The wide sleeves of her palace robe slid down, revealing two slender and pale arms.
Fujiwara Reya was directly pushed forward by a wave of air.
In order to protect him, Amaterasu didn't completely stand by.
Her divine form transformed into a sun high in the sky, pouring sunlight down, pressing heavily over the entire sea area.
Izanami wasted no words, raising her hand to unleash numerous palm strikes, her hands tearing apart the great sun like peeling silk.
The seawater shook, and the air scorched.
