Chapter 243: The War on the Moon (Fake)

As Jia Ji prepared to sneak into the Moon Capital and seize Guanghan, the front lines had already descended into chaos, a quarter of the Moon Capital engulfed in chaotic flames, explosions erupting everywhere.

Continuous thunderous booms rang out as every gun and cannon on the Moon Rabbit soldiers' bodies fired simultaneously at the demons, like ten thousand horses neighing in unison, as if the entire earth trembled—the roar threatened to rupture the Moon Rabbits' eardrums, and shells blasted massive craters into the streets.

Occasionally, bullets from another dimension silently claimed the lives of one reckless demon after another.

Peaceful daily life had, in an instant, become a battlefield drenched in blood and gore—undeniably hard to accept—but once the Moon Rabbits recovered from the initial shock of the ambush, they fully leveraged their group combat advantages and superior weaponry to gain complete dominance on the lower-tier battlefield.

On the battlefield between the great demons and the Moon Sages, the demons fared no better.

The monstrous, fearsome ancestor of sumo, Take-mikazuchi, swung the sacred sword Futsunomitama—one of the Three Sacred Blades—toward the God-Demon King, boundless lightning bursting from his one-zhang divine body, while several floating magatama drums hovering behind him vibrated in unison, emitting terrifying, deafening roars.

The embodiment of lightning, one of the strongest contenders among warrior gods, he no longer cared for filth or hierarchy—such beings consider only one thing in battle:

How to defeat the enemy!

A torrent of solidified killing intent surged forth, massive as a meteor strike and swift as thunder—Take-mikazuchi's spiritual sword, Zi Dian, whirled wildly, striking straight ahead in an unbroken line.

Yes!

It was not a slash—it was a bombardment!

Possessing peerless, unmatched strength, his Yiguan style was always… crush them!!

Wiping blood from his face with a tattered sleeve of his kimono, he let out a bitter smile, swung his blade wreathed in black demonic energy before him, and Jinkaro stepped forward, vanishing once more into the void.

A loud "boom!" shook the ground for kilometers around violently!

Spiderweb cracks spread outward, and as Take-mikazuchi landed, his feet shattered and sank instantly, forming a colossal circular crater—under the immense impact, the ground, once reinforced beyond measure, became a ring of mountains dozens of meters high.

Even under such a blow capable of piercing space, the God-Demon King, having retreated into the Star-Shadow Realm, still felt as if a mountain had slammed directly into him.

Yet she, too, could only—had no choice but to—use this method, which for a demon seemed cowardly, to barely fend off the attacks of a warrior god whose age exceeded hers by a hundredfold.

Yet,

Even this had exhausted her full strength.

Jinkaro wielded a sword; Take-mikazuchi wielded a sword—but in terms of sword experience, the difference between them was astronomical.

For demons, blood-soaked duels were commonplace—but unfortunately, Jinkaro, lacking both luck and favor, had chosen as her opponent the one who could rank among the absolute strongest.

After fighting one person on Earth, she had achieved extraordinary progress: with a mere flick of her Star-Shadow Sword, she could cleave a mountain; with a single swing, nothing remained standing within hundreds of meters before her.

Above, below, front, back, left, right, all directions.

Clear, invisible slashes like moonlight, sword qi capable of shattering space and breaking cosmic rules, carved through the Moon Capital, where gravity was only one-sixth of Earth's.

Whether newly formed craters or surviving skyscrapers, all were cleanly severed, sliding diagonally along smooth, mirror-like surfaces, split into smaller, finer, and finer fragments before they could even collapse.

A storm of wind and rain, a tidal wave of destruction—within a breath, everything within sight was submerged; the surrounding city had become utter ruin.

But Take-mikazuchi merely glanced at her, then—slash, slash, slash!

Three strikes shattered the Moon's dream, for I am Take-mikazuchi.

After just one direct clash, Jinkaro instantly felt three times her own strength crushing down from his blade—her arms shattered into fragments, marrow and blood oozing from the broken bones onto the ground, cracks appearing in all ten finger bones.

But to prevent herself from becoming the breach that led to the demons' defeat, the disadvantaged Jinkaro gritted her teeth and, with unbearable resentment, resorted to this dishonorable tactic.

Among the many clashes between great demons and Moon Sages, not all were like Jinkaro's—some weaker, lesser demons and male demons had already been obliterated by their opponents, reduced to ash, while others were instantly sucked into a sudden "gate" that appeared after their defeat.

By now, the battle had turned decisively against them; even the dumbest demon had reached a consensus—the demons lacked the strength to conquer the Moon.

They would face undeniable defeat.

Of course, some demons still struggled.

For instance, Iblis Suika, Yagokoro Shiki, Tenma…

The great demons who had fought one person on Earth would not surrender so easily—they believed their current opponents were certainly no match for that person.

"Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak! Weak!!!"

Iblis Suika, massively enlarged, screamed as her fists became a storm of rain—no one knew how many blows she landed in that instant, but each punch visibly dented the invisible barrier formed by Kinshōhikari's divine power.

BOOM!!

As Iblis Suika's punch struck home, the barrier finally shattered—Kinshōhikari's abdomen caved in deeply, then countless cracks spread across her entire body—but she did not press the advantage; instead, she turned her gaze toward the distance.

That thunderous shock had not come from her—it came from far, far away.

The terrifying tremor and roar carried an unusual, ominous significance, causing everyone to pause for a moment; though they resumed attacking the next second, yet…

All sufficiently powerful beings, consciously or not, turned toward the center of the Moon Capital, where the unknown anomaly was unfolding—the place housing Chang'e… and Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto!

If victory were to be decided, it could only be settled between the one who vanished from the start and the god who never appeared.

Two storms of clashing swords, intertwined since the battle began, with the power to cleave the entire world in two, surged toward the center of the Moon Capital.

"Head there!"

In an instant, every god and demon thought the same thought.

"The true victor will be decided there!"

(End of Chapter)