On the other side of the battlefield, above the ruins of the Ashihara district.

Gandalf and Yi were back to back, caught in an endless siege.

The black tide surged in from all directions.

It was an army of countless blue-faced, fanged demons, their bodies wreathed in resentment.

"Boom—!!!"

Gandalf raised his staff high, and once again, a shower of dark green meteorites descended from the sky.

Each meteorite, wreathed in 【Soul-Devouring Netherflame】, carrying intense heat capable of burning souls, crashed fiercely into the horde of ghosts.

The earth trembled, and flames shot into the sky.

Hundreds and thousands of demons screamed in the green flames as their bodies were burned to ashes.

On the other side.

Da Yi's figure moved swiftly through the ruins, each leap as light as a ghost.

The longbow in his hand was already fully drawn.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

【Variable Arrow Rain】 activated.

First, hundreds of arrows imbued with the power of stars burst forth, transforming into a dazzling rain of light that covered the ghost horde on the other side.

The arrows had incredible penetrating power; each arrow could string several evil spirits together like a skewer of candied hawthorns and pin them to the ground.

The starlight exploded, blasting their ghostly forms into pieces.

"Hehehe..."

An eerie laugh echoed in the darkness.

The evil spirits that had been burned to ashes by the flames reformed in the black resentment.

The severed limbs and torsos that had been blasted apart by arrows crawled on the ground and quickly pieced themselves back together.

In just a few breaths, the cleared area was once again filled with countless evil spirits.

They were fearless and surged forward one after another.

"roar--!"

Just then, the walls of an abandoned 30-story building suddenly began to wriggle.

The cement peeled away, ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) revealing the blood-red "muscles" and pulsating "veins" underneath.

At the top of the building, a gaping maw, like an abyss, burst open, letting out a deafening roar.

Countless thick steel bars, transformed into octopus tentacles, stretched out from the window, whistling as they lashed fiercely at Da Yi in mid-air.

The asphalt road on the ground also came to life, transforming into giant hands that burst forth from the earth and reached for Gandalf's feet.

Gandalf frowned slightly and slammed his staff on the ground.

Arcane Barrier!

A pale blue magical shield enveloped him, blocking the giant hands that rose from the ground.

Da Yi, meanwhile, darted and weaved through the air, firing his longbow in rapid succession, severing the incoming steel tentacles one by one.

But many more buildings have changed.

The entire Ashihara region has transformed into a living, gigantic monster.

...

Zhou Huai's consciousness was withdrawn from Yasuo's body.

The next second.

His consciousness shifted into Gandalf's body.

Feel the pervasive chill and resentment in this space, and the overwhelming fear emanating from the tens of millions of ordinary people in the city below.

Zhou Huai understood.

"A domain..."

"A parade of a hundred ghosts, constructed by feeding on the fear of the city's twenty million inhabitants..."

"In this realm, as long as the fear below does not dissipate, these evil spirits are immortal."

Zhou Huai's gaze turned cold.

Nine main shadows.

This old ghost from a hundred years ago does have some tricks up his sleeve.

Ordinary SS-level professionals who fall into this field only have two choices.

They'll either be worn down and die.

Alternatively, they could only charge down and wipe out all 20 million "batteries" that provided fear.

But that will take time.

Moreover, Kujo Hiroharu and Kujo Masakage would never give him that time.

"What a pity."

Zhou Huai let out a soft laugh through Gandalf's body.

"The person you encountered was me."

"To deal with a rat like you hiding in the gutter, I've prepared a special gift for you."

High in the sky.

Nine Shadows, the three-meter-tall demon king's body, hovered in the air, its huge fleshy wings flapping.

He watched with great interest what was happening in the Ashihara district below, a playful, cat-and-mouse expression on his face.

"So what if there are two SS-class units?"

"As long as you are in my territory, all your struggles will be in vain."

He enjoyed the feeling.

Watching a powerful enemy struggle and despair in his own territory, only to be eventually overwhelmed by an endless sea of ​​ghosts.

This is a game for kings.

However.

Just as Kujo Masakage was feeling smug and preparing to order the demon horde to launch a full-scale attack to completely tear apart the two intruders...

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

A chilling fear, originating from the depths of his blood, suddenly gripped his heart without warning.

He raised his head and looked at the sky that he had completely shrouded in darkness.

There.

Suddenly, a point of light appeared.

A tiny, yet incredibly dazzling golden dot.

The moment the point of light appeared, the entire area trembled violently.

Below, the originally ferocious and roaring demons, as if encountering their natural enemy, all let out terrified screams and subconsciously tried to retreat.

"What...what is that?"

The playful expression on Kujo Masakage's face vanished, replaced by shock and disbelief.

That spot of light was rapidly expanding.

No, that's not an expansion.

It was a shining star, descending upon this place from the distant depths of the universe at a speed exceeding that of light!

The darkness is receding.

It was cold and gloomy, and they were driven away.

A sacred aura swept through the entire city of Tokyo.

It was as if, because of his existence, all the filth and evil in the world would have nowhere to hide.

"boom--!!!"

The sky exploded.

The endless darkness was forcibly torn open by a torrent of holy light descending from the sky, creating a huge gash!

At the center of that light.

A figure unfurled his six wings of light that blotted out the sun.

He was dressed in a pure white holy robe, his face was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly, his eyes were closed, and his expression was one of sorrow as he lamented the evils of the world.

He was surrounded by countless runes and chains made of light, radiating the majesty of judgment and purification.

The long-hidden SS-class clone—the six-winged holy angel, Gabriel!

"No...it's impossible..."

Kujo Masakage stared at the figure, the red light in his eyes flashing wildly, his voice becoming shrill with extreme fear.

"This is... the power of the Holy element?!"

"Where did this holy-type professional come from??"

Gabriel slowly opened his eyes.

Those were eyes made of golden light, devoid of any emotion, containing only judgment of evil.

He looked down at the churning sea of ​​ghosts below, and at the center of the sea of ​​ghosts, where a ghost king exuded overwhelming demonic energy.

He raised his hand.

A majestic voice of judgment, emanating from the Heavenly Sanctuary, echoed throughout the entire city of Tokyo.

“God said.”

"Let there be light."