The Onmyoji chanted a spell, and countless shikigami jumped out from the darkness and rushed toward Mu Yu. These shikigami are like strong winds, like blazing fire, and like huge waves. Their attacks are like waves, one after another, seemingly endless.
Facing this storm-like attack, Mu Yu did not panic. His figure danced as lightly as a streamer, skillfully dodging every attack. His movements seem easy, but they coincide with a certain rhythm and strategy. He was like an elegant dancer, dancing gracefully in the shadow of swords and swords. Every turn and every leap he made was just right to avoid attacks.
Mu Yu held a unique seal in his hand, which was the spell he used to control the wind element. While dodging the attack, he silently recited the mantra in his heart. The wind began to gather and swirl around him, forming an invisible barrier that blocked the attacks of those shikigami.
However, the Onmyoji did not stop there. He smiled coldly and a spell appeared in his hand. He quickly chanted the spell, and the spell instantly turned into a huge fireball, flying towards Mu Yu. The fireball exploded in mid-air, and the blazing light illuminated the entire courtyard.
Mu Yu felt the fiery aura, but was not afraid. He took a deep breath and strengthened the gathering of wind elements. The howling wind instantly extinguished the fire. Under the power of the wind, his figure moved nimbly through the sea of fire, like a fish swimming upstream, unscathed.
At the same time, he began to look for that breakthrough opportunity. He knew that this kind of defense was only a temporary strategy, and he had to find an opportunity as soon as possible that could break the deadlock in one fell swoop. He observed the movements of the Onmyoji, predicting the possible path of the next attack, looking for the opening where he could win with one strike.
His heartbeat and breathing merged into one, and each step was like a note in a piece of music, well-proportioned. The power of the wind became stronger and more violent under his control. Finally, he found the opportunity. He rushed forward instantly, gathering all the wind elements in his palms at the same time.
A huge tornado formed around him, heading towards the Onmyoji with astonishing destructive power. Faced with this sudden attack, the Onmyoji's expression changed slightly. He quickly waved the charm in his hand, trying to resist this force. However, his reaction seemed to be a step too slow, and the tornado instantly knocked him to the ground.
Mu Yu did not stop, he quickly rushed towards the Onmyoji, and the seal in his hand changed again. This time, he gathered a huge wind wall to block all the shikigami.
Mu Yu stood there, his body filled with a death aura, an aura as deep as an abyss, as if even the breath of life had been swallowed up. This death energy seems to have become his most powerful weapon. Every movement and every breath he takes carries this death energy, as if it is telling the edge of life and death.
The movements of the man in the white mask were completely different from Mu Yu. He was elegant and mysterious, like a god who controlled life and death. His hands danced like an artist spreading colors on the canvas, but in his hands he held the scepter of life and death, controlling Mu Yu's life.
Following the movements of the man in the white mask, the death energy on Mu Yu's body began to surge, like waves stirred up by a hurricane, surging layer by layer. These dead energy seemed to be alive, and began to gather into streams of air, flowing along a specific trajectory, and finally condensed into a sword of air, floating between Mu Yu's palms.
It was a knife made purely of death energy, without any breath of life, only the indifference of death. The death energy permeating the blade is like the dark night sky, boundless, but the tip of the blade condenses into a bright light, like a cold star, extremely sharp.
Mu Yu clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and the Qi Knife flashed, and a powerful force emitted from the knife, like the cold wind in the dark night, carrying a biting murderous intent. He raised his head slightly, his eyes shining with determination, like a beam of light in the abyss, both beautiful and deadly.
The man in the white mask looked at Mu Yu and nodded slightly. A Yin-Yang charm appeared in his hand. He waved it lightly, and the charm flew out like a meteor and shot directly at the Yin-Yang master.
The Onmyoji sensed the dangerous aura. He hurriedly recited a spell, and a paper fan appeared in his hand. He waved it, and the paper fan immediately turned into a barrier, blocking the Yin and Yang spell. But as Mu Yu slashed the air sword, the barrier broke instantly, and the Yin Yang Talisman broke through the barrier and hit the Onmyoji.
In the thick death aura, the Onmyoji's eyes were filled with fear. His body was hit hard by a powerful dark force, and he flew out instantly and fell to the cold floor. The black death energy seemed to have endless corrosive power and quickly invaded his body, causing his skin to gradually lose its color, as if his life was being slowly deprived of him.
However, the vitality of Onmyoji is tenacious. The anger in his body showed amazing power at this moment. It is a kind of power originating from the origin of life, warm and powerful. Life is like a tenacious flame, gradually resisting the invasion of death. Within his body, two forces were in violent conflict, fighting for life and death.
Just when the Onmyoji barely relied on his anger to resist the death energy, Mu Yu appeared again, with a cold light shining in his eyes. The sword in his hand was raised again, and he slashed hard at the Onmyoji. The sword energy condensed into a black torrent, like a roar from the abyss, and rushed towards the Onmyoji.
This energy flows within the Onmyoji's body, forming an invisible barrier. It resists the erosion of death energy, allowing the Onmyoji's body to remain intact. However, just when the barrier was formed, Mu Yu suddenly slashed, and the blade in his hand turned into a meteor-like black sword energy, instantly cutting off the Onmyoji's head.
Onmyoji tried his best to resist, but he had no extra strength. The light of the sword flashed, and his head was chopped off by Mu Yu and rolled to the ground. The expression on the head was full of shock and fear, as if at the moment before death, he still couldn't believe that his fate would be like this.
The even crueler reality is that Mu Yu's knife did not stop. He led with his sword and completely shattered the Onmyoji's consciousness. The consciousness that originally represented life and soul turned into nothingness in an instant. Mu Yu's eyes were as cold as stone, as if what was in front of him was just a pile of lifeless flesh.
The battle ended quickly and cruelly, and the Onmyoji's life and soul were completely deprived at this moment. His body lay quietly on the floor, and his eyes, once full of wisdom and determination, had now lost their luster. Only the head was left rolling on the ground, as if telling the glory of the past and the sorrow of the present.
