The great devil of the mortal world.

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Meanwhile, Hyakki’s left arm, with the samurai sword, was wedged into Bai Lan’s back, viciously withdrawn.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

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

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