At a crucial moment, a sudden burst of fire erupted from the gemstone ring on Bai Lan’s middle finger.

The golden-orange Grand Sky Blaze ignited!

“Bai Lan, clap your hands!”

With Bai Lan’s urgent command, an invisible hand of condensed flame deflected the samurai’s descending sword, narrowly protecting his body. In Hyakki’s horrifying vision, a vivid humanoid flame released a hint of golden-orange light.

Darkness and light, a contradictory fusion.

“How can such an egregiously sinful person possess the color of sunlight!”

Hyakki was thoroughly disgusted.

He thought of the heretical monks who ate vegetarian meals and chanted Buddhist scriptures in front of the Buddha, using powers meant for good deeds to commit heinous murders! They insulted the power that belonged to the light!

He charged forward, unconcerned with the demon’s transformation from short to tall, from thin to fat; human appearance meant nothing.

The essence of the soul is the beacon in his heart!

“Damn it, get away from me! I don’t know you at all!” Bai Lan, previously a boring villainous boss, now looked furious, desperate to shake off this person’s entanglement. His nerves twitched as he sensed the hounds were about to lock onto this location.

Hyakki, with his Death Flame of the Grand Sky attribute, was vastly inferior to Bai Lan in strength. It was akin to his earlier battle with the King of Sheep in Zhongye. Such special energies were overwhelmingly powerful against ordinary people. Hyakki needed to push himself to the brink of life and death to stand a chance against Bai Lan!

His potential, his destiny, the hidden auxiliary system behind him—all were his aids!

“Prepare to repent in hell for your sins!”

Hyakki, disregarding the flames’ burns, swung his sword to cut through all obstacles.

A hidden weapon emerged from its sheath.

In his haste, Bai Lan opened his own hidden weapon, allowing flames to pour from the ring’s surface into the weapon, coalescing into a sinuous white dragon floating in mid-air. The dragon surrounded its master, shielding him from Hyakki’s relentless attacks. Hyakki’s clothes and bandages charred as he, with an expressionless, dead-gray gaze, locked onto Bai Lan behind the white dragon.

A chill ran down Bai Lan’s spine. Was this gaze peering into his soul?

“Hyakki, are you here to slay me?”

As the only two from parallel dimensions, every move of the visitor from another world carried deeper implications in Bai Lan’s mind. He suspected this was the person sent to kill him!

“No!”

“When we were in parallel dimensions, you were in Japan, not here in Italy chasing after me!”

“Who, who sent you here—?!”

Who else could it be?

Only someone who could exploit Bai Lan’s weaknesses would want him dead—Bai Lan himself.

“Something’s in the way… I can’t cut through it, I must break through!”

Hyakki’s attack on the “demon” was blocked by the white dragon’s power. As his intense aura rose sharply—weak against the weak, strong against the strong—a characteristic feature manifested at Bai Lan’s most desperate moment.

Just as Bai Lan shattered the office’s floor-to-ceiling window, he heard the sound of the white dragon tearing apart behind him.

The top-tier weapon-crafted white dragon was beheaded in one stroke!

No different from malevolent spirits!

Any demon, tainted with sin, no matter how powerful, would eventually become prey for the sons of heaven. In the moment when the raging wind swept into the office, the white-haired youth felt a blow to his back. In disbelief, he turned to see the black-haired youth wielding a samurai sword—a figure embodying justice and light as if from a world where such righteousness and light didn’t exist, crossing time and space to punish him for his myriad sins, bringing disaster to humanity…

The great debil of the mortal realm.

“Hoo—! I don’t have time to play with you anymore!”

Bai Lan leaned forward, plunging from the high-rise building, a burst of hearty laughter erupting from his face.

He dared to jump.

Would the other dare?

Bai Lan’s expression changed abruptly, his pristine white flame wings nearly forgotten as they spread behind him.

This physically incomplete youth really dared!!!

Even without wings, even without the power to fly, Hyakki jumped without hesitation. A sense of weightlessness gripped his soul; in the dark-eyed world, devoid of highs and lows, unable to hinder the soaring of his life flame, he plummeted at incredible speed to catch up with the “demon” below.

Bai Lan was mad, but he had to admit the other was even crazier—hell-bent on killing him, they both leaped from the Mirufiore family’s skyscraper.

Inside, he roared.

“I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid that damn dog that bites anyone will come out!”

It wasn’t fear of death that gripped Bai Lan, but the shared memories of despair and agony from parallel dimensions. Those bitten by the hounds typically didn’t die immediately; their bodies left with a gaping hole that wouldn’t bleed, toxins corroding them completely, forcing them to watch their own inevitable demise!

With miraculous precision, Hyakki caught up to Bai Lan, who relied on wings to fly.

His hands became blades, piercing through the wings, sinking into the other’s flesh.

A large quantity of black blood poured from the base of the wings!

Like a demon.

Bai Lan froze in mid-air, then resumed his fall, gathering Death Flame in his palm. Just before hitting the ground, he blasted it towards the earth, creating a powerful air rebound to lessen the impact of his descent.

Meanwhile, Hyakki’s left arm, with the samurai sword, was wedged into Bai Lan’s back, viciously withdrawn.

He immediately swung towards the head!

“You madman,” Bai Lan gritted his teeth. Weaponless, he could only catch the blade with his hand, palm splitting open, human blood pouring out profusely, less dramatic than the black blood from his back.

They both crashed to the ground, Hyakki using Bai Lan’s body to cushion the fall.

Rolling away from Bai Lan’s back, Hyakki dodged the next attack. Bai Lan, in a sorry state, scrambled to his feet, desperate to escape Hyakki’s line of sight. “Damn it—definitely one of my parallel selves pinpointed my location. I won’t die here. I’d rather jump out of this world!”

Amid countless interstices of parallel dimensions, an indescribable “void” and “chaos.”

Kusou relentlessly pursued, sensing something like the hunting dogs of Tindalos, creatures akin to hounds or bats or a strange blue liquid, probing in a certain direction. Faintly, a desire to abandon Kusou and chase after someone else emerged.

Hungry, howling, the hounds of Tindalos seemed to find that person more appetizing…

Kusou, at the forefront of the escape route, furrowed his brow slightly. His eyes turned into telescopic vision, an evolved version that barely glimpsed the hounds of Tindalos in the midst of their relentless pursuit. Sensing hesitation in the monster, their eyes met, sending a chill down his spine as a human.

“This isn’t good. It wants to go after someone else?”

Under the influence of his parents, the inherently kind-hearted, all-powerful psychic Kusuo didn’t want to see others get hurt.

*Sigh,* crossing through time and space should really be done sparingly.

These hounds are too ferocious.

When the hounds of Tindalos veered off their pursuit, Kusuo decisively adjusted his direction and headed towards the parallel dimension.

Having been leading the hounds away all this time, he now had to take the initiative to draw their attention back.