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Even as a level 6 peak priestess, using the full power of Amaterasu still put a considerable burden on Yasha-hime.

but!

Princess Yasha had no intention of stopping there.

She shot out like an arrow released from a bow, flying through the air towards the eight-foot-tall woman in the scorched pit.

Unleashing the monstrous strength that only a level 3 priestess could learn, her pale fists continued to bombard the dilapidated eight-foot-tall woman.

Break the opponent's charred flesh into smaller pieces, smash their internal organs into smaller pieces, and shatter their bones into smaller pieces!

If I say I'm going to beat you to death, then I'm going to beat you to death!

Princess Yasha will absolutely not leave even a breath of life for the Eight-Foot Woman!!!

Under Yasha-hime's almost frantic attacks.

The eight-foot-tall woman opened her enormous mouth and roared angrily.

Yet he still couldn't utter a sound; instead, it sounded more like despair, more like impotent rage...

The last bit of bright red blood that remained deep inside her charred flesh had already gushed out.

With each punch, flesh and bone shattered and exploded, Yasha-hime's priestess outfit gradually turned blackish-red, and her fox-tail mask became covered with dense bloodstains, its red fox-tail patterns becoming even more dazzling, radiating a bloodthirsty red light.

The battle has now turned into a complete crushing and massacre!

Truly a cold-blooded madman... Having witnessed this scene, Sett finally gained a profound understanding of the nickname the others in the Heavenly Pillar had given to Yasha-hime.

a long time.

Yasha-hime finally stopped.

The once voluptuous body of the eight-foot-tall woman had been reduced to bones, her charred, foul-smelling flesh piled up beside her, gradually sinking into the lava, to be scorched by the intense heat...

The park, which seemed to have survived an apocalyptic crisis, finally fell silent.

Yasha-hime casually flicked the minced meat off her hands.

Bathed in crimson-gold light and amidst black and red blood and flesh, with her feet treading on gushing lava and blazing flames, she stood proudly like the legendary deadly demon!

She then stepped onto the crimson-gold light and walked step by step towards Sett in the air.

The pace quickened, seemingly a mixture of anticipation and slight anxiety.

Although the white shrine maiden robes of Yasha-hime that were walking towards her were now stained black and red with blood, and the fox tail mask on her face was still shining with an eerie, bloodthirsty light.

But Sett felt no fear whatsoever.

On the contrary, I felt a strange sense of peace.

Was it because she just carried him in her arms? Why does her walking style feel so familiar... Sett couldn't help but wonder.

suddenly!

Behind them, from the deep pit that was called an artificial lake but was actually a lava lake, came another deafening roar!

Sett's mind sharpened, and Yasha-hime was forced to stop in her tracks, her entire being radiating impatience and displeasure as she turned to stare.

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A small, pale hand, about the size of a five- or six-year-old child, suddenly emerged from the scalding, crimson lava!

Chapter 43 Nerima Branch (4200)

In the scalding magma.

The pale-skinned little hand gradually rose, revealing the entire view below.

She was not wearing any clothes, and her petite body resembled that of a normal human child, revealing her slightly protruding, fleshy belly.

Above were large, blood-red eyes, and below a small nose, a bloody gash that stretched down to the cheek revealed the other person's identity.

An eight-foot-tall woman!

But it's a mini loli version!

"This thing's ability can be used on itself? When did it shed its skin?" Sett glanced at the massive skeleton of the eight-foot-tall woman beside him, now submerged in lava, and couldn't help but wonder.

Princess Yasha, standing in mid-air, wasn't particularly surprised and said coldly:

"No wonder he was able to evade Tianzhu's pursuit for so long, so he has a second form!"

It doesn't matter. To her, whether she is the eight-foot-tall, four-meter-tall woman in her first form or the little loli form that is less than half a meter tall in her second form, there is absolutely no difference!

Why not just kill him again?

As Yasha-hime got into position, ready to continue the battle.

The little girl, now eight feet tall, suddenly widened her blood-red, gem-like eyes, and then...

The little legs strode frantically across the lava, running as fast as they could!

The Yasha-hime behind her had become a terrifying nightmare that she feared, and she had no intention of fighting her head-on.

Princess Yasha froze, somewhat taken aback.

She turned to look at Sett, hesitated for a moment, and then added a word of advice:

"Contact Tianzhu and have him send a holy Yin-Yang Master to clean up the mess in my name... You should also hurry back."

A Saint is level 7.

Immediately, the crimson-gold radiance intensified.

Princess Yasha soared through the air, chasing after the eight-foot-tall woman.

Soon, both of them disappeared without a trace.

All that remained was a park in complete disarray, resembling a volcanic eruption, and four bewildered faces.

After a long while, it was the flat-chested little witch who spoke the most who took the initiative to speak first.

Her round eyes widened into starry ones, her gaze fixed on the direction Yasha-hime had gone, her small face beaming with a fangirl smile. She said:

"This is Lady Yasha-hime's true strength! She's even stronger than a level 7 Saint. She truly lives up to her name, Lady Yasha-hime."

"And Lady Yashahime actually came to save me! Ahhh, I want to seal this happy moment in my mind forever!"

Ah... she doesn't seem to have even given you a second glance... Sett turned his head and glanced around at the lava lake, which no longer resembled a park at all.

If this is destructive power comparable to that of a saint.

What about levels 8 and 9? Advanced superhumans are far more powerful than Sett imagined...

"Help... clean up the mess..." Kazumitsu Kameda, who was lying on the ground behind him, struggled to raise his left hand, revealing the wrist computer on it, and a weak voice came out from his pale lips.

Although Kazumitsu Kameda is out of danger thanks to the rescue efforts of the flat-chested little shrine maiden, he is still inevitably weak.

After all, he had withstood the attack of a level 6 alien beast, and he was a Hundred-Refiner with almost no combat ability.

The flat-chested witch and Sett both got up and moved closer.

The former immediately asked, "Should we contact the branch to dispatch a Saint Onmyoji, as Lady Yasha-hime ordered when she left?"

“Hmm…” Kazumitsu Kameda nodded.

So the flat-chested little witch began to bend over and operate the wrist computer.

Seti paid attention.

The operating system on it looked similar to the oldest Windows interface, black and white, without any fancy features, just a few basic functions.

For example, connecting to the Tianzhu search system to locate superhumans; and contacting Tianzhu, etc.

The flat-chested little witch clicked on the contact software.

A chat window popped up, still displaying the previous chat history.

[Ito's Squad]: "Captain Ito said that this place is most likely a trap and that the branch needs support."

[Nerima Branch]: "Received. We are dispatching the nearest Murakami squad to the scene."

After a considerable pause, the [Nerima Branch] posted a series of messages:

"The Murakami squad has been blocked by a strange squad and cannot get there immediately. What is the current situation? If there are any changes, retreat should be the primary objective."

"Team Ito, please respond?"

"..."

"Team Ito, please respond?"

"......"

This must have been when they encountered the eight-foot-tall woman's attack... Sett guessed.

He continued reading:

[Nerima Branch]: "Lady Yasha-hime has rushed to Kitashinki Park upon hearing the news. Team Ito, please hold on for a little longer."

"..."

"Team Ito, how's the battle going?"

So that's how it is. It was Ito Yumuri's initial plea for help that made the Nerima branch of Tenju realize something was wrong, and they eventually brought in Yasha-hime... Sett suddenly understood.