Chapter 213

Tokyo, Japan, Higashio Dashan.

Kamikawa Mitsu arrived at the mud vortex on time as agreed, finding Mo Lingling and Li Kui already waiting there.

"Let's go."

Kamikawa Mitsu said nothing, gestured to Li Kui and Mo Lingling, and moved to enter the mud vortex—but was stopped by them.

He wore casual white sportswear, came empty-handed, and had no one else with him.

Is he planning to travel light?

Mo Lingling thought this, then hesitated and said:

"Kamikawa-kun, are you certain you want to go alone with us? Won't you bring an elder? The Invaded world is powerful—I…"

Kamikawa Mitsu cut her off: "You're going to say the Invaded world is stronger than the Void Demon Realm, that I can't handle it alone and might die, right?"

Li Kui and Mo Lingling both nodded.

They did not hide it, did not soften it—this concerned Kamikawa Mitsu's life. When life and death are at stake, there is no time for pretense. If they didn't speak now and he died in the Void Demon Realm because of it, they would be guilty.

"Relax. I'm not that arrogant or reckless. I wouldn't gamble my life. I'm confident I can handle the Invaded world alone—that's why I didn't bring an elder."

"Confident?"

"Yes. Confident." Kamikawa Mitsu smiled faintly and released a trace of his own aura: "I'm strong. Stronger than the Master of Sacrifice."

Shock!

Unparalleled shock!

Li Kui and Mo Lingling's faces changed drastically—a soul-deep trembling erupted like a nuclear blast. Facing even this single thread of Kamikawa Mitsu's aura, they felt like a tiny boat adrift in an endless ocean, battered by towering waves and drenched in storm and gale.

Divine Demon!!

In that instant, as his aura surged, Kamikawa Mitsu before them seemed to flicker—not a calm young man anymore, but a towering Divine Demon. They saw his spectral form standing before them, vast beyond measure, feet crushing the earth, head piercing the nine heavens, dominating all below and above.

His aura was terrifying—an embodiment of a demon from the Nine Heavens, his slender frame appearing colossal, like a god gazing down upon the nine heavens.

The aura came swiftly and vanished just as quickly—in less than an instant.

With a thud, Mo Lingling's legs gave out and she collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

Hallucination?

Looking at Kamikawa Mitsu now—his aura retracted, calm as ever, showing not a trace of strength, appearing in their eyes as frail and weak—a human barely holding together—Mo Lingling felt like she was dreaming.

What just happened? Was that Kamikawa-kun?

That aura was far stronger than anything she'd felt from her father—or even the Master of Sacrifice.

Li Kui was also stunned, frozen in place as if turned to stone.

In their eyes, disbelief bordering on the supernatural was all that remained. Their minds held only one thought—something never considered before, something now unthinkable, impossible:

Kamikawa Mitsu is stronger than the Master of Sacrifice!

"Time's running out. Let's go. Don't you want to return home sooner too?" Kamikawa Mitsu spoke.

He wasn't surprised by their reaction—he was telling the truth. He hadn't just exchanged for the Master of Sacrifice role—he had also exchanged for the Great Infiltrator, gaining demonic power.

The fusion of demonic aura and the Master of Sacrifice's power made him stronger than the Master. After all, the demonic race he designed was no weakling—it was far stronger than the Void Demons.

In truth, Kamikawa Mitsu chose to go alone rather than summon a scripted character to aid the Void Demon Realm because of the Origin Realm he had set.

He had already conveyed the Origin Realm's information to Li Kui and Mo Lingling through his own words. Now he needed them to spread it to other realms. But words alone aren't enough—people won't believe hearsay. Proof must be shown.

So he wouldn't use a scripted character. He would prove it with his own identity.

Nothing proves terror better than one man from a world subduing an entire realm.

Also, there was another reason: since obtaining the Script System, he had gained immense power—but had never fought a living being. Though he possessed the combat skills of the Master of Sacrifice and Tian Wu, he wanted to experience battle firsthand.

Immediately, Li Kui and Mo Lingling snapped back to reality and led the way into the mud vortex.

Void Demon Realm.

Kamikawa Mitsu and the two women stepped out of the mud vortex.

Boom!!

Sudden, violent change!

A deafening roar erupted not far from the mud vortex, followed by a blinding crimson ray—like forged blood-drill light—spilling radiance as if a continent were crashing down.

Boom—boom—boom.

The ground trembled. Crimson light spread everywhere, an overwhelming aura filled the air. The dazzling radiance drowned the scene, filling all with dread.

The light came from a living being wielding a battle-axe, radiating crimson energy, unleashing terrifying power that shattered the already collapsed earth further, sending jagged rocks flying into the sky.

That axe blow carried the might to swallow the heavens, to split mountains, to cleave oceans, to tear through the Nine Heavens' thunder—it was monstrous, and now it came crashing down upon Kamikawa Mitsu and the others.

This was an ambush!

A targeted ambush—set specifically for Mo Lingling and Li Kui.

The massive axe, wreathed in blinding crimson light, descended, engulfing Kamikawa Mitsu and the others. Li Kui and Mo Lingling were terrified—they recognized the being's aura. It was not Void Demon. It was the aura of a creature from the Invaded world.

They hadn't expected enemies to be lying in wait here.

Li Kui and Mo Lingling's eyes filled with madness and despair—they prepared for a final, desperate counterattack—but despair overwhelmed them. The attacker's aura was far stronger, and the ambush was too sudden—they had no time to react.

Everything happened too fast—the being lunged and swung the axe in the blink of an eye. But at the very moment the axe descended, Kamikawa Mitsu raised his hand.

No earth-shaking display. No terrifying aura. Only a simple, unadorned motion—he slapped the being across the face.

No light. No power. Plain. Ordinary.

Boom!!

With a sound like a bell striking a mountain, the crimson axe-light exploded like fireworks, shattered and dissolved. The ambush creature shot away at incredible speed—a hundred li in an instant—like a sonic projectile—crashing into a distant Shishan.

A thunderous roar echoed as the entire Shishan was split in half. The upper portion collapsed, boulders tumbling down with a rumble, kicking up endless dust.

Visible among the rubble, the ambush creature was a wreck—covered in blood, hair matted and bloody, skull cracked open with a grotesque wound stretching from his forehead to his chin, blood pouring down, staining his eyes red.

His axe lay nearby, broken—chipped, its blade riddled with cracks, beyond use.

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