Chapter 114: The Destruction of Time’s Ravages

Growing through battle is exactly like this. Facing these five human psychics, I honestly wanted to laugh. Damn, they’re so weak—it felt like a minor enemy trying to fight a boss. I kept toying with them, and they kept falling for it.

Although I too had transformed from human to demon corpse, I believe even when I was still an ordinary human, I was stronger than them.

“The great Amaterasu Omikami, please bestow your divine power upon your followers!” The woman spoke in Japanese, and immediately a beam of light radiated from her. Her psychic power surged several times in an instant, prompting the other sorcerers to bow to her reverently, as though the Amaterasu Omikami herself had descended.

However, just as this Japanese sorceress invoked the spell to channel part of Amaterasu’s power into herself, far above the land of Shenzhou, the Thunder God of Huaxia, wielding his thunder hammer and spear, roared thunder across the Nine Heavens in a mighty display. Interwoven in the thunderclaps were divine warnings from the celestial realm, cautioning that Amaterasu’s power must swiftly withdraw from Shenzhou.

“Damn! You’re so arrogant, flaunting your power over Shenzhou and daring to summon Amaterasu’s blessing. This cannot be allowed—since even the Thunder God has issued a warning, her surge in strength won’t last long. Boss, I’m sure you can handle this!” Liu Wei said, casting a disdainful glance at the indistinct Japanese sorcerers, while muttering taunts to me.

“Amaterasu’s divine might is not something you Shenzhou warriors can disregard. Today, I will let your ignorant psychic existence perish beneath the divine authority of Amaterasu!” the woman declared.

As she finished speaking, five withered hands extended from the long sleeves of their robes, tearing open the garments that cloaked their bodies. What was revealed was a form unlike any human I had ever seen.

Their skin was wrinkled and gray, their eyes like sapphire sorcerers, emitting faint blue light. Nearly every muscle lacked complete skin coverage; where skin did exist, it was hardly discernible. They resembled the desert sorcerers from the battles of the gods—any ordinary person who saw them would swear they were witnessing ghosts.

Like humans, these sorcerers had five fingers, each elongated and tipped with pale blue nails that radiated an eerie, malevolent glow.

“You’re only a psychic. How could your powers compare to divine strength? Half an hour will suffice!” The woman spoke, suddenly brandishing a strange weapon in her hand. With a nimble movement, she swung it fiercely toward my waist, accompanied by that pale blue divine light.

The other four sorcerers, meanwhile, had already rendered Wang Shengtongxuan and Er Peng unconscious, carrying them in their arms. Each sprouted a pair of strange wings from their backs, uttered an incantation, and then vanished through the wall before my eyes.

Blocked by the fearsome sorceress before me, I could only watch helplessly as Er Peng and the others were forcibly taken away, unable to free my hands to rescue them.

“Liu Wei, go check the rooftop! They’re flying in that direction—hurry!” The moment I said this, I felt careless as the divine light from that strange weapon grazed me, but I saw Liu Wei rushing out the door toward the rooftop.

Suddenly, my body felt an intense rebound, flung against the half-meter-thick wall of the private room.

*Crash!*

With a tremendous roar, I witnessed true divine power: my body smashed through the thick concrete wall and tumbled into the neighboring room, startling the people inside into screams. But then I saw the Japanese sorceress merely sweep her blue eyes across the room, and everyone inside turned into lifelike stone statues, frozen in their previous poses.

With a *crackling* sound, I felt her psychic power crush those statues into powder on the floor, as if those people had never existed.

“Damn it! You dare harm our Chinese people? You must want to die. Today, I will avenge them. And I’ll tell you this—in our China, your so-called Amaterasu will fall sooner or later!” I said, summoning a pale golden blade from the air before me. I had no idea how this blade would fare against her divine weapon.

Grasping the blade, I charged forward. The speed of the demon corpse clan surged to its peak; I felt myself transcending limits. My jet-black hair rapidly turned silver in motion, my pupils shifted from black to blood-red, and an ancient rune appeared on my pale face. The only thing missing was wings sprouting behind me.

In an instant, my blade neared the neck of the Japanese sorceress empowered by Amaterasu’s divine blessing, my cold, blood-colored eyes almost dripping with blood, the blade sharpened to a keener edge.

The violent wind filled the entire room. If someone opened the door now, they’d be shredded by the powerful gale, reduced to a pulp far deadlier than any bomb.

*Bang!*

*Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!*

My blade clashed with the sorceress’s divine weapon, first ringing out like metal striking metal, then sizzling like iron heated to a boil. To my shock, my prized blade melted into nothingness, as if dissolved—my psychic power dissipating into the void.

“Damn, this is bad!” I thought.

No sooner had I spoken than an unmatched force crashed into my chest, nearly ejecting all I had eaten these days.

Although nothing was expelled, the impact sent me crashing through a second wall. Damn it—I hadn’t learned wall-phasing techniques, and this physical collision with walls was far from pleasant.

This time, I broke through the wall outside the Song City. The private room had been compressed with intense energy, and as it vented through the hole I made, it pushed me forward dozens of meters. Only after stabilizing did I unfurl wings behind me.

I touched my chest, exhaled deeply, and glared coldly at that inhuman sorceress. Though my weapon was inferior to hers, I refused to lose ground in presence.

“Impressive. I’ve long heard that the demon corpse clan from Central Plains is a hidden lineage with formidable strength. But now that I see you, it’s nothing special. Now, let me, Kawaki Reiko, use Amaterasu Omikami’s divine power to annihilate you!” the sorceress named Kawaki Reiko declared.

With a wave of her hand, the strange divine weapon drew a bizarre pattern before her. Judging by her stance, this was no ordinary artifact. Since she said she intended to destroy me, that mysterious pattern likely posed a severe threat to my life.

“Amaterasu’s divine power, obliterate the vicissitudes of time!” Kawaki Reiko intoned.

At last, I saw the pattern—none other than the embodiment of Japan’s greatest guardian deity, the eight-headed Yamata no Orochi.

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