Chapter 243

When Jia Ji was preparing to smuggle into the Moon Capital and head straight for Guanghan, the front line was already in a mess; a quarter of the Moon Capital was shrouded in chaotic firelight, with explosions everywhere.

The giant tremors of boom-boom-boom-boom rang out continuously, and all the guns and cannons on the Moon Rabbit soldiers fired at the yokai simultaneously, like ten thousand horses galloping; the entire earth seemed to tremble, and the roaring sound seemed to want to tear the eardrums of the Moon Rabbits, while the shells directly blasted giant holes in the streets.

Occasionally, bullets shot from another dimension would silently take the lives of one reckless yokai after another.

The peaceful daily life turned into a bloody battlefield in an instant, which was indeed hard to accept, but once they recovered from the panic of being ambushed, the Moon Rabbits, who fully exerted their group combat advantage, used advanced weapons to gain a complete advantage on the low-end battlefield.

And on the battlefield of the great yokai and the Moon Sage deities, the yokai didn't get any benefits either.

The ancestor of sumo, Takemikazuchi, with a fierce appearance, swung the Futsu-no-Mitama, one of the three spirit swords, to kill the God Ghost King; infinite thunder light bloomed from his ten-foot divine body, and several small magatama drums floating behind his back vibrated in unison, emitting a terrifyingly huge sound.

The embodiment of lightning, one of the powerful contenders for the strongest martial god, no longer considering filth or status, this kind of person would only consider one thing in battle, and that was...

How to defeat the enemy!

The condensed substantive aura of slaughter surged, with great momentum like a meteorite falling, and also possessing the ultimate speed of thunder; the spirit sword in Takemikazuchi's palm danced with purple electricity, blasting in a straight line.

Right!

That was not a slash, but a blast!

Possessing unparalleled power that was hard to find in the world, his consistent style was... to crush through!!

Wiping the blood from her face with the tattered kimono sleeve, Jingiara raised the blade burning with pitch-black demonic aura with a wry smile, waved it in front of her, took a step, and escaped into the void again.

With a "bang," the ground for thousands of meters around shook violently!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread further away; when Takemikazuchi fell, his soles shattered and sank in an instant, forming a huge ring-shaped pit; in the huge impact, those hardened grounds that had been infinitely reinforced turned into ring-shaped mountains tens of meters high.

And under this heavy blow that could even pierce through space, the God Ghost King who escaped into the astral world still felt like she had been hit head-on by a mountain.

But she could only, and had to, use this method, which was simply like a coward for the Ghost Clan, to barely parry the attacks of the martial god whose age was larger than her own by a fraction.

However,

Even just this had already exhausted all her strength.

Jingiara used a sword, and Takemikazuchi also used a sword, but the experience of the "sword" between the two could be described as worlds apart.

Being hot-blooded due to a life-and-death battle was just a common occurrence for the Ghost Clan, but it was a pity that Jingiara, who had neither luck nor popularity, chose the one who could also be ranked as the strongest among all opponents.

After a battle with someone on the ground, she made extraordinary progress; just by waving the astral sword in her palm, one slash could cut through a mountain, and just by waving the sword once, nothing would stand in front of her within hundreds of meters.

Up, down, front, back, left, right, in all directions.

Clear and invisible slashes like moonlight, sword aura that could shatter space and break rules, crisscrossed and cut on the Moon Capital, where gravity was only one-sixth of that on the ground.

Whether it was the newly formed ring-shaped mountains or those surviving high-rise buildings, they were all cut off directly, sliding obliquely along the smooth-as-a-mirror cross-section, and before they collapsed, they were divided into smaller, finer, and more fragmented things.

Gale and rainstorm, raging waves, submerged everything in sight in a single breath; the surrounding city had completely turned into ruins.

And Takemikazuchi just glanced at her lightly, and then—chop, chop, chop!

Three swords shatter the moon dream, because I am Takemikazuchi.

After just one head-on confrontation, Jingiara immediately felt power three times stronger than her own pressing down from the opponent's blade; the arms holding the sword suffered comminuted fractures, and the marrow and blood inside the arm bones dripped to the ground together, with cracks appearing on all ten finger bones.

But in order not to let herself become a breakthrough point leading to the defeat of other yokai, Jingiara, who was in a weak position, could only grit her teeth and use this despicable tactic with ten percent, one hundred percent unwillingness.

Among the duels between so many great yokai and the Moon Sages, it was not the case that all were in the same situation as Jingiara; some of the less capable great yokai and male yokai had already been dealt with by their opponents, blasted to slag, and some were sucked away by a "door" that suddenly appeared the moment they were defeated.

Fighting until now, being completely at a disadvantage, no matter how stupid the yokai were, they had a consensus—yokai did not have the strength to occupy the moon.

They would face an unquestionable defeat.

Of course, there were some yokai who were still struggling.

For example, Suika Ibuki, Yukari Yakumo, the Heavenly Demon...

The great yokai who had dueled with someone on the ground would not be willing to admit defeat just like that; they felt that their current opponents might not necessarily be comparable to that person.

"Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak!!!"

Suika Ibuki, who had become giant, shouted, her fists like a storm; in this instant, no one knew how many punches she had thrown, but after each strike, one could see the invisible barrier composed of divine power of Kanamayago-no-Mikoto being smashed into a concave shape by these punches.

Boom!!!

The moment Suika Ibuki's punch landed, it finally broke through the barrier, and Kanamayago-no-Mikoto's stomach immediately sank in a large piece, followed by countless cracks appearing all over her body, but she didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but turned her head to look into the distance.

The giant tremor just now was not caused by her, but came from far away.

That terrifying vibration and loud noise, carrying a trace of unusual meaning and omen, made everyone pause for a moment; although they started attacking each other again in the next second, but...

All the powerhouses of sufficient rank all intentionally or unintentionally headed toward the center of the Moon Capital, where some abnormal situation was happening; there were Chang'e and... Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto!

If one wanted to decide the outcome of everything, it could only be decided between the person who disappeared from the beginning and the god who had not appeared from the beginning.

The two storms of swords that had been intertwined since the start of the war, with the momentum of wanting to cut the entire world in two, fought while heading toward the center of the Moon Capital first.

"Rush there!"

In an instant, such thoughts and ideas flashed through the minds of all gods and yokai.

"The real victory or defeat will be decided there!"

(End of chapter)