Not far from where the woman in white faced the three-tailed vixen spirits in a tense stalemate, another battle was already raging, and the scale of it was far greater.
This clash was violent, chaotic, and relentless. Shockwaves rolled across the ground as stone shattered and dust spiraled into the air, leaving the surrounding terrain scarred and broken. The landscape had become a field of debris, as though a storm had descended upon it and refused to pass. It was a confrontation of an entirely different caliber, a savage exchange of raw power that seemed heavy enough to darken the sky itself.
At the center of that storm stood a Seven-Tailed Vixen Spirit.
