Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 191 Heavenly Punishment

"Alright, Master Kaminari."

Mantian responded excitedly.

He leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the sky. His aura surged as he ascended, and the electric arcs swirling around his body crackled and popped.

The Qi of those of the same origin extends to all corners of the world.

"It's a signal from the sky; Lord Shinmu has agreed." Above a churning cloud, Hiten lowered his eyes, sensing carefully.

After confirming his brother's movements, he focused his spiritual awareness into the communicator.

"Sixth Army, all personnel, listen to my command: 'Divine Punishment, activate!'"

Covering every node of the planet, the Thunder Beasts and Thunder-type Monsters belonging to the Sixth Army of the Eight Divisions of Yama were excitedly rubbing their hands together.

"After so much hard work, the time has finally come to see the results!"

"Let them witness the divine punishment that comes from the guidance of the Supreme God—the way of divine retribution where the gods are watching from above!"

Lightning-based energy transformed into pure energy, connecting with the spiderweb-like network covering the atmosphere, converging in near-Earth orbit.

They coalesced into a massive magic array invisible to the naked eye.

Dark, heavy clouds replaced the sky.

Stretching from one end of the horizon to the other, it was so thick it looked as if someone had torn the night sky off and pressed it onto the surface of a planet.

The world was plunged into darkness, and the lights representing civilization lit up one by one.

When the wind stops, the air becomes stagnant and heavy, making one feel suffocated.

Lightning ripped across the sky.

A pale streak of light cleaved down from the highest point of the sky, like a spear hurled down by a god. Then, hundreds and thousands of lightning bolts, like silver snakes dancing wildly, shattered the sky into pieces.

Thunder followed closely behind, rumbling overhead, rattling the windows and shaking the heavens and earth.

"Lord Kanna, shall we go back?" The blonde loli looked up at the angry sky, her little hands unconsciously clenching the cloth bag behind her.

Her voice sounded very faint amidst the thunder, like a grain of sand in the wind.

The little girls gathered together one by one, and then surrounded Kanna.

"No, let's witness the divine punishment together."

The wind whipped her short, white hair, and she slightly raised the white mirror she was holding in her arms, her tone unusually tinged with a hint of excitement.

It's worth noting that she only experiences subtle emotions when she's taking off and hasn't landed yet.

The pure white loli is so cool right now!

The mirror faces forward, and a very faint halo appears in its center, reflecting a certain part of the city and revealing a scene that all the lolis hate, fear, and even despise.

On a city street, a little girl huddled up, her knees pressed against her chest, fear etched on her already scarred face.

In front of her, several drunken men stood in a circle, clutching beer bottles. One of them raised his foot and kicked her in the head. "Monsters deserve to be beaten!"

More images flowed in the mirror.

Deep in a narrow alley, a patrolman was holding a little girl by the back of her collar, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

The little girl kicked her feet in mid-air, earning herself a slap in return. The man cursed and tied her to the ground, then pulled a stick from his waist.

In an abandoned building where only scavengers live, the little girl was shoved back to the window, her back pressed against the broken window frame.

The street below seemed bottomless, and broken glass gleamed coldly on the windowsill.

"Die, child of the curse!"

The man smiled, put his hand on her shoulder, and gave her a hard push.

It was as if this push could bring a glimmer of light to his already humble life.

"Those beasts deserve to die!"

The black-haired loli stomped on the ground, shattering it and sending pebbles flying.

Her red eyes surged with murderous intent and resentment. Her small fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her nails dug into her palms, leaving a row of bloody marks.

"Why don't we resist? We clearly have the power to resist!"

Does having power guarantee resistance?

No one taught them.

They only know that they were born guilty of heinous crimes, hated by everyone, yet they instinctively crave love.

"Lord Kanna, let us break in and save them!"

The silver-haired loli stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening, her voice suddenly halting. "—Wait, what's that?!"

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Thunder roared.

Thunderbolts cleaved down from the clouds, carrying temperatures high enough to melt steel, piercing into the civilized and prosperous city.

The men who were beating the red-eyed loli were swallowed up by the white light.

When the light faded, only a few charred marks remained on the ground, and the soil scorched by the lightning emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

The red-eyed loli, who was curled up in the corner, was unharmed.

The lightning bypassed her before it could touch her, as if protected by an invisible barrier.

Inside the abandoned building.

The man who was about to throw the little girl out the window suddenly had a small black cloud appear on the ceiling above his head. It was only the size of a washbasin and had fine electric sparks swirling inside.

The man let out a wild laugh.

Just as he was about to push her away, the little girl's body plummeted into the abyss outside the window.

The lightning struck, and the laughter abruptly ceased.

The man's body froze on the spot, pierced from head to toe by lightning, turning him into a charred sculpture. The inertia caused him to fall forward, crashing onto the floor and shattering into several pieces.

The little girl then fell flat on her backside on the floor inside the room with a thud.

Whether indoors or outdoors, whether in a house or in a field, whether they are high-ranking officials or laborers, all the villains on the planet are reduced to charcoal in just a few seconds.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, and a peace I had never felt before.

At the node connecting the center of the "Heavenly Punishment" formation, Feitian gazed at the Sixth Army's masterpiece, proudly folding his arms.

He hovered in mid-air, riding on a wind-fire wheel, with silver-blue arcs of electricity swirling around him, making his figure clear and imposing.

Gradually, it acquired the majesty of the Thunder God.

"Father, now that this matter is settled, I wish to go to the Netherworld Reincarnation Capital to see the martial arts demonstration in front of the palace."

Feitian looked at Leiming beside him and said with high spirits, "Since I broke through to the fourth realm, I have always felt an itch to fight. The insects in this world are not easy to kill."

The patriarch of the Thunder Beast clan.

The man who once followed Toga in the Netherworld of the Hagoromo world, expanding the territory of the Eastern Kingdom, and was resurrected, is now clad in armor.

A cold light shone in the lingering afterglow of the lightning.

"That's a major event that affects the three realms and has attracted the attention of the gods. Don't do anything reckless."

Lei Ming withdrew his gaze from the distance and landed on his son, Fei Tian, ​​who clearly seemed to have listened. His tone was one of pride.

"But going there will broaden your horizons, so take Mantian and your mom with you."

"Thank you, Father!"

Feitian grinned.

"Brother Feitian, Father, I'm back!" Not far away, Mantian, riding on clouds, waved and called out.

On the other side, Kanna put the white mirror back, its surface resting against her chest.

She watched as the images slowly faded away—the little girls who emerged from the ruins and stood blankly on the street, watching them raise their heads, their pupils reflecting the gradually dissipating dark clouds and the emerging twilight.

Like old ink diluted with water, it spreads a thin layer of orange-purple across the sky, enveloping the world in a tranquil compassion.

The god did not speak, breaking the silence.

"I'll take you home."

A little girl burst into tears, and then everyone else started crying too.

The black-haired girl bit her lip until it bled, tears welling up in her eyes.

She raised her hand to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed. Finally, she simply stopped wiping, tilted her face back, and let the tears stream down her cheeks.

The blonde and silver-haired loli hugged each other, with the one-eyed loli squeezed in between, their faces pressed together, tears blurring their vision.

There was only a chorus of "wows" at the scene.

The gods look down upon the human world, and also upon the pure souls that are gradually being drawn into the underworld.

"There will be happy days."

As dusk fades, the bright moon illuminates the vast world.

They entered the city.

The vast world of Fuli, a secluded realm.

The souls of millions of sinners staggered across the wasteland, their bodies wrapped in dark red sins of varying shades, like wearing a wet cotton coat that they couldn't take off, heavy and cold.

The harsh, bone-scraping winds surged in from all directions, like countless invisible, blunt knives, scraping the surface of the soul layer by layer.

Strip the sins from the soul, grind the obsessions into dust, and inch by inch, reduce all the mistakes of the life to ashes.

They also spread their sweet scent, which drove evil spirits mad, throughout the hazy outer realms, turning this land into a feast for the demons.

All sorts of evil spirits swarmed out: a giant python with its skin peeled off; a human-faced spider with seven or eight mouths; and a writhing mass of dark flesh with countless crimson eyes embedded in its surface.

A demon king was rampaging across the wasteland. It was over ten feet tall and its body was made of countless twisted souls. Its face had irregular eyes that glowed red.

His arms were as thick as giant logs, one hand held a giant scythe made of bones, and the other hand was open, with a mouth full of sharp teeth split open in the palm.

A figure is fighting with it.

Esdeath, still shrouded in a black and red aura, now appears pale and weary on her once stunningly beautiful face. Her cheekbones are slightly prominent, and her lips are dry and chapped.

But those icy blue eyes remained bright and sharp, still the same eyes that understood the law of the jungle.

Her figure weaved between the evil spirit king's giant scythes, like a white bird struggling in a storm. Each dodge aggravated her unhealed wounds, and each counterattack consumed her dwindling strength.

"Mahaprabhāṣma!"

An icy blue light exploded outwards from her center, freezing the air for dozens of feet, leaving dust suspended in mid-air, and even the giant scythe swung down by the Evil Spirit King froze in mid-air.

Esdeath gasped for breath, her vision blurred, then she forced it back together.

"There's still a chance!"

The female general, who knew nothing of giving up, had a burning gaze and was ready to deliver a fatal blow when she froze.

But she didn't have enough strength.

She was too weak.

From the moment she fell into the Netherworld until now, she has been fighting without a moment's rest.

She has fought her way out of the belly of evil spirits countless times, and fallen in the winds of the outer realms countless times. Her spirit, tempered by these trials, has only made her soul purer.

Like a pearl in an oyster, it shines brightly amidst the pain of being polished by mud and sand.

Cracks appeared in the frozen space.

Like thin ice crumbling from the inside under heavy pressure, cracks spread from the center outwards, emitting a fine, crisp sound.

An icy longsword appeared in his hand, and he cleaved the Evil Spirit King in two from head to toe!

But how can an evil spirit, which has no physical form, be burdened by form?

The evil spirit king opened its mouth and bit the nearest and most abundant thing in the outer realm: the sinful souls.

They were grabbed by the evil spirit king—instantly torn apart and swallowed by seven or eight mouths, transformed into energy to repair themselves.

The cracks caused by Esdeath's ice sword healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The evil spirit king's body was expanding, his aura was rising, and his crimson eyes were shining with a ferocious light!

"Absolutely flawless!"

Faced with the Evil Spirit King, who could only be defeated by absolute power, Esdeath, with nowhere to run, felt as if her legs were filled with lead, and her bones were groaning under the unbearable weight.

She gritted her teeth and swung her sword at the recovering Evil Spirit King.

The sword flashed across the Evil Spirit King's chest, leaving a deep gash that exposed bone.

But the tear healed itself in the next second. The sinful soul filled the wound, allowing the severed soul tissue to regrow, becoming thicker and harder than before.

They are truly far ahead.

The Evil Spirit King's giant scythe slashed horizontally.

Esdeath dodged to the side, but the blade of the giant scythe, accompanied by a gale, swept past her side and slammed her to the ground from mid-air.

She tried to get up by pushing herself up on the sand, but her knees felt as weak as if she were walking on cotton.

The female general raised her eyes and watched as the evil spirit king's enormous body lunged at her.

Esdeath let out a soft breath.

"Giant hailstones are falling from the sky!"

The last bit of soul power transformed into a giant spherical hailstone, falling from the void.

It was the size of a small mountain, carrying enough force to shatter an island, and crashed towards the Evil Spirit King.

Hailstones pelted the evil spirit king's body, smashing and tearing its newly grown flesh to pieces.

The overflowing hail fell on the wasteland, annihilating all the surrounding swarms of evil spirits and creating countless craters in the ground.

The Demon King's body was mostly shattered by the hail, but he used his remaining large hand to grab the swaying Esdeath, put her in his mouth, and chewed her with satisfaction.

"That's terrible."

A sound came from the wasteland, its tone scattered by the wind.

Najenda emerged from the remains of a newly exploded evil spirit, her body covered in black and red sins that were being peeled away layer by layer by the bone-scraping wind, like a snake shedding its skin.

Those sins peeled away from the surface of her soul, shattered, and were blown away by the wind, revealing the clean soul beneath, dressed in military uniform.

The knowledge of the underworld flowed into her mind along with the fading of her sins.

It concerns the Wheel of Reincarnation, the atonement in the outer realms, and the path to the City of the Netherworld.

She looked down at her right hand, which had returned to its original state. Her short silver hair fluttered in the desolate wind, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the massive figure of the Evil Spirit King slowly walking away.

"If I'm lucky, I should be able to run into Leone and the others."

"After all, I am a sinner, they don't deserve this."

The leader of the Night Raid in the Imperial Arms World, a high-ranking member of the Revolutionary Army, she doesn't even know how many innocent people's blood was shed in the process of resisting the Empire.

The wind of the secluded world blows by.

Najenda rose gradually in the wind, drifting away into the distance with the direction of the airflow.

She closed her eyes and could clearly sense a direction, like a lighthouse on the shore during a rainstorm, guiding the lost.

Turning Wheel Capital.