Suddenly there was a loud roar. Its body was as hard as steel, and its scales shone with a cold light in the moonlight. Each of those eight heads seemed to have an independent consciousness, twisting crazily and exuding a strong evil aura.
A powerful energy gathered in Yamata no Orochi's body, a force that destroyed everything, as if even the air was instantly ignited. That force made the surrounding scenes blur and distort, as if an ink painting had been splashed with heavy colors.
Fujimiya Nobunori stood opposite Yamata no Orochi, his eyes full of firmness and determination. The wings on his back, the white feathers shining softly in the moonlight, are the wings of the Tengu he summoned. At this moment, these wings were like real life, blowing up a gust of wind.
However, facing the outbreak of Yamata no Orochi, Fujimiya Nobunori's power seemed to be completely swallowed up. The dark power surged toward him like a frenzied wave, drowning him in an instant. The wings struggled painfully, and then were completely shattered by that force.
Fujimiya Nobunori was blasted away, his body drew a parabola in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The impact made the surrounding ground tremble, and in the smoke and dust, his figure completely disappeared.
Yamata no Orochi seemed to become a little weak after releasing that power. The eyes of its eight heads were all flashing with a cold light, which was a sign of satisfaction and anticipation of the upcoming victory.
At this moment, the world seemed to fall into silence. Only when the wind blows will it bring a faint sound. That is the prelude to destruction, the prelude to the end.
Fujimiya Nobunori stood among the ruins, his eyes firm and resolute. Behind him were wings destroyed by the wrath of Yamata no Orochi. The huge feathers shone silvery gray in the moonlight, as if telling the story of past glory and current desolation.
There was no fear in Fujimiya Nobunori's eyes. He looked straight ahead at the Yamata no Orochi, that frightening evil spirit. He took a deep breath and gathered the broken wings in his hands. It was a kind of tragic power and a determination to move forward bravely to protect.
He waved the feather in his hand and launched a final attack on Yamata no Orochi. Feathers streak across the night sky, just like meteors streaking across the sky, with a hint of sadness and determination. At that moment, his life seemed to be on fire, and all his power exploded at this moment, pouring all into the bloody feathers.
The Yamata no Orochi roared in pain, and its eyes were hit by blood feathers. It was a pain that could almost tear apart the soul. Black blood flowed from its eyes, leaving deep marks on its face, a mark of failure. However, Fujimiya Nobunuke's attack did not end. He was like a dancer, flexing his power in the last dance of his life.
His blood feathers hit the Yamata no Orochi piece by piece, and each impact made the Orochi's body tremble. Finally, after a strong impact, Yamata no Orochi fell. Its eyes were completely damaged by the blood feathers and could never regain their brightness.
However, Fujimiya Nobunori also exhausted his last strength at this moment. His body was dancing in the air, like an autumn leaf, falling leisurely. His eyes slowly closed, as if he was sleeping. However, there was a smile of satisfaction on his face, a smile of mission completion, a kind of hope and expectation for the future.
A golden figure shot out of the sky, like a god descending to earth, and a cold aura instantly enveloped the entire venue. His body is strong and strong, like a perfect work of gold sculpture, with clearly visible muscle lines, like a masterpiece carefully carved by an ancient sculptor. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, revealing an indescribable majesty and power.
A freezing aura instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. His body is strong and strong, like a tiger, looking down from high in the sky at the Yamata no Orochi below. The Yamata-no-Orochi raised its head to the sky and opened its bloody mouth, trying to devour the sudden golden figure.
The golden figure showed no fear at all. On the contrary, his eyes were full of determination and determination. He raised his right fist, as if holding a shining golden sun, condensing endless power. His body paused briefly in mid-air, as if he was gathering strength, and then suddenly hit the Yamata no Orochi's head.
It was a fist that destroyed heaven and earth. It carried violent power and unstoppable momentum, and accurately hit the head of Yamata no Orochi. As the punch fell, the air was instantly sucked out, and everything around him fell into deathly silence. Immediately afterwards, a huge amount of energy erupted from his fist, like a volcano erupting, swallowing up everything around him.
Under the impact of the golden fist, Yamata no Orochi's huge body was ejected and hit the mountain wall in the distance. Its head was beaten into a twisted shape, and the snake eyes embedded in it were full of fear and disbelief. The golden figure fell from the sky, like a bolt of lightning, lighting up the entire dark world.
This scene seemed to be frozen in this moment and became an eternal memory. The golden figure, the fist that destroyed the world, the Yamata no Orochi that was knocked away, and the fear revealed in the snake's eyes have all become an indispensable part of this legend. At this moment, it seemed that there were only two of them left in the world, one was the golden figure descending from the gods, and the other was the infamous Yamata no Orochi.
His fists were clenched, as hard as steel, condensing all his strength and will. When his fist hit Yamata no Orochi's head hard, it was as if time stood still at this moment. The air trembled, and all surrounding noises disappeared, leaving only the sound of this blow breaking through the air, like the roar of death in the world.
With one punch, Yamata no Orochi's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a giant hammer. The aftermath of the snakehead explosion was like a spreading flood, violently shaking the surrounding ground and stirring up a cloud of dust. The fragments of the snake's head splashed in the air, carrying great power and despair of life.
The huge body of Yamata no Orochi was destroyed by the power and collapsed like a mountain. The blood splashed from its head spurted out like a waterfall, dyeing the sky red. The body covered in scales shattered under the force, and the snake's head fell to the ground, shaking the ground.
The golden warrior's fist did not stop and continued to bombard Yamata no Orochi's body. Every punch carries the power of destroying heaven and earth, as if he is the destroyer of heaven and earth, and no creature that stands in his way can survive.
At that moment, he became the center of the world, and his power, majesty, and domineering were deeply imprinted in everyone's heart. He is like a golden light, illuminating the dark world and giving people the power of hope.
