Kamaitachi.
Before transmigrating, Hikaru had read quite a bit of information about demons.
In legends, this thing was a demon that acted in groups of three; the first was responsible for tripping people, the second for cutting, and the third for applying medicine.
But that was just the version from folklore.
The real Kamaitachi was far more terrifying than in the legends.
Because its essence—
Was not a weasel.
It was wind.
Wind solidified into a physical form.
Hikaru looked at that shadow pressing down from the edge of the sky, his pupils contracting.
That thing's size was at least three zhang high, its body slender like a weasel, but the ends of its limbs were sharp claws curved like sickles.
Its entire body was grey-white, its fur gleaming with a cold, metallic light under the moonlight.
The most bizarre thing was its eyes.
There were no eyeballs.
Only two hollow sockets, with whistling, swirling air currents inside.
That was the color of wind.
It was the color of nothingness.
"Qualitative Transformation..."
Hikaru muttered.
Physical Transformation was the first stage, referring to the mutation of body structure.
Qualitative Transformation was the second stage, referring to changes in mass and volume.
And the essence of Qualitative Transformation was not just as simple as "getting bigger or smaller."
It was the increase or decrease of mass.
It was the increase or decrease of density.
It was reshaping the essence of one's own existence.
For ordinary demons to reach Qualitative Transformation, they needed a long period of accumulation, continuing to devour their own kind after completing Physical Transformation, using the lives of countless demons to pile up their own "quality."
But Kamaitachi was different.
Its starting point was not a biological entity.
It was wind.
Formless wind, increasing its density bit by bit by absorbing the Demonic Qi between heaven and earth.
From formless to formed.
From nothingness to substance.
This process itself was Qualitative Transformation.
In other words, this Kamaitachi before him had been destined from the moment of its birth to become a existence at the level of Qualitative Transformation.
It was a true high-level demon.
Kamaitachi let out a sharp howl.
The sound didn't resemble the roar of a beast; it was more like the wail of a gale blowing through a canyon.
Piercing.
Sharp.
It was as if countless blades were grinding against the eardrums.
Then, it moved.
It merely flapped its wings once.
A gale came howling toward them.
Hikaru's body was instantly blown backward, and the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a crackling sound.
And that was just the aftermath!
He gritted his teeth and drove muramasa into the ground to anchor himself, barely managing to steady his stance.
The swarm of bats surrounding them was scattered by the gale, many of them torn directly into shreds.
The Kamaitachi didn't even glance at them.
Its gaze had been locked on one direction from the very beginning.
The shikon jewel.
"It's coming for the jewel..."
Hikaru's heart sank.
This was the true threat of the full moon night.
Not those small-fry yokai, not the thousands of bats.
It was this Kamaitachi, a Qualitative Transformation level, seven-change entity drawn by the evil Demonic Qi of the shikon jewel.
No wonder naohi wanted to warn him.
No wonder it said the real threat hadn't arrived yet.
Just as Hikaru was about to open his mouth to warn Kikyo to be careful, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation coming from behind him.
That fluctuation came from the direction of the shikon jewel.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
He turned his head abruptly.
He saw the shikon jewel suspended in mid-air shaking violently.
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