Among them, Kawashima Miki remained silent, her face frighteningly sullen, her fists clenched tightly. If Mrs. Kasahara hadn't been holding her all along, she would surely have rushed up regardless of anything. Yukino Ritsuko beside her was the same, fingers turning pale from gripping so hard, her whole body exuding a chill.
In the high sky, Amaterasu's graceful figure still didn't move.
She held her hands behind her waist, her expression serene, her long black hair cascading down, the tips gently swaying with the sea breeze.
In the blink of an eye, Izanami arrived in front of Fujiwara Reya.
Amidst the wind-billowing red palace skirt, the beautiful lines of her tight jade legs were revealed, her expression as cold as frost as she looked at Fujiwara Reya, yet did not speak first.
Fujiwara Reya also looked at her.
Such a Great Demon God was right in front of him. He couldn't afford to be negligent, looking into her eyes, those deep and red glowing eyes showed no emotion.
