Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

Chapter 91 One Strike to Death, One Strike to Life

On the night of the blood moon in the city, a dark red light spread from the edge of the clouds, like a slowly opening crack, immersing the entire sky in an ominous crimson hue.

The air vibrated, emitting a low hum, as if some enormous thing was squeezing in from the other side of the world, pressing reality itself into a slight distortion.

On the rooftop battlefield, Tsukiyomaru's figure passed by Nurarihyon.

The aftershocks of the two clashing and exploding energies spread across the night sky.

Nurarihyon was covered in blood, his aged face marked with several fine bloodstains, and the edges of his robes were torn by the strong wind, but his eyes remained bright, like a lighthouse on a reef battered by wind and rain, unshakable.

He raised his head and looked at the pillar of light that pierced the night sky and reached the end of the firmament. His brows were furrowed and his fingers gripping the knife tightened slightly.

Tsukiyomaru, who had been using supersonic speed and magic to deal with the demon, followed the Nurarihyon's gaze and let out a soft breath.

"Nura Nurarihyon, everything is one."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

His pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen something beyond his expectations.

Within the pillar of light, figures were emerging from the depths of the light.

At first, it was a blurry silhouette, then it gradually solidified and became clear, stepping out from the edge of the pillar and floating in mid-air, its hem fluttering endlessly between the light and the night wind.

One after another, in an endless stream.

"—Why are there so many?"

Tsukiyomaru murmured something, then recognized several of the figures. His expression changed again, showing surprise and astonishment.

"Even those two lords have come—something's not right. Arranging the Doubu and the Eight Yama Armies would have been enough."

Countless beams of light converged from every corner of the city into the sky. The Nura Clan's monsters paused their battle, and the monsters of Shikoku looked up. Even the lowly monsters fighting in the alley stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the figures emerging from the pillars of light.

Fear and awe spread in the night wind, as if some invisible weight was slowly pressing down from above, crushing all the noise.

A crimson figure stood at the forefront in mid-air, its robes billowing like flames, its golden eyes dazzling.

Following closely behind was a figure in moonlight white. Sesshomaru slightly raised his chin, his silver hair being blown behind him by the wind from above.

A layer of armor, shimmering with a cool, lustrous sheen, gradually emerged from his shoulders, covering his arms and back inch by inch, conforming to his skin, as if the moonlight itself had forged his battle armor.

The moment the crescent-shaped armor appeared, an overwhelming aura exploded outwards from him in all directions, as if a majestic mountain had suddenly risen from the flat ground, forcefully splitting the boundaries of heaven and earth.

The crimson moon above the city was completely washed away in the blink of an eye when touched by the demonic energy, transforming into a clear and cold full moon that hung in the center of the sky.

Divine power is like a prison!

Sesshomaru lowered his eyes, looking down at the vast city and the ravaged battlefield below.

It was merely an appearance.

The weak fell one by one.

People huddled in apartment corners, behind shop counters, and deep inside subway platforms, covering their ears with their hands, pressing their foreheads against the walls, their faces as pale as paper.

They couldn't see what was happening high in the sky, but they could hear the omnipresent fighting. At this moment, they could feel their heartbeats getting slower and slower, heavier and heavier!

Whether rich or poor, ugly or beautiful, the consciousness of the weak is extinguished like a candle flame blown out by the wind.

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The city, which houses nearly ten million lives, has fallen into an even deeper state of desolation.

One by one, the monsters that had been fighting in the streets and alleys stopped.

The difference in strength was laid bare at this moment—the weak demon felt as if a mountain was pressing down on its back, its knees involuntarily bending and touching the ground, its limbs bracing against the ground, unable to even lift its head.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

The Nura Clan's leader, Karasu Tengu, who followed Nurarihyon to become the lord of demons and monsters, looked at Sesshomaru in the sky, who resembled a bright moon, and his fighting spirit vanished completely.

The younger monsters, such as Bingli, had cold sweat dripping down their chins and their legs trembling involuntarily.

Even Nurarihyon couldn't remain calm in the face of this oppressive aura.

He suddenly remembered Tsukiyomaru's words—this is the invincible one?!

Looking at the calm Sesshomaru, Donglan sighed inwardly, thinking that this guy was even stronger than he was on Hourai Island!

Tsukiyomaru knelt on one knee on the rooftop, his right knee touching the ground, his left hand resting on his chest, his head slightly bowed. "Your subordinate, Tsukiyomaru, greets the Divine Lord and the God of Justice!"

The monsters of the East followed closely behind.

Koga, too lazy to pay attention to Nura Rikuo who had even dropped his blade, knelt on one knee, his wolf tail drooping close to the ground. "Koga of the Demon Wolf Clan greets the Lord God and the God of Justice!"

The girl gracefully landed from the edge of the high window of the Ukiyo-e school, leading the sorcerers to kneel in respect and offer a shout.

Even the monsters who had just crossed the pillar of light bowed down in unison.

Many of the Nura Clan members and the yokai from Shikoku, who were locked in fierce combat, also lowered their heads.

Faced with absolute power, race, identity, and victory or defeat no longer matter; all that remains is submission or annihilation.

On one side, Inuyasha chuckled softly.

"Something interesting is coming."

The deathly aura that permeated the city did not dissipate as the battle subsided.

The souls of those who died on the night of the blood moon, crushed by demonic energy and fear, and the curses that had accumulated in the cracks of streets and the shadows of buildings, are slowly seeping out from the cracks of the city, gathering, entangled, and surging, climbing upwards along the invisible energy channels.

Between the buildings, the afterimages of the dead rose like mist, their distorted humanoid outlines interspersed with broken faces and open mouths, howling silently as they bared their fangs and claws toward Sesshomaru's direction.

Thousands upon thousands of gray-black wisps rose from the earth, entwining, piling up, and condensing, eventually transforming into a colossal, grotesque shadow.

It has no specific shape, yet it seems to be the sum of all human-shaped fears.

It hovered beneath the night sky, its body woven from the faces of countless dead souls and threads of resentment, churning and surging under the moonlight and demonic aura, emitting a low rumble that was somewhere between the sound of wind and a wail.

"What is this?"

Overwhelmed by the chilling and eerie aura, even Xia Lan, who wore the Sun Wheel emblem, turned slightly pale.

Dong Lan glanced at the two people in front of her, who were enjoying the gentle breeze, and suppressed her urge to attack. Even if the sky were to fall, they could withstand it.

Kaede, who had come here, gazed at Inuyasha and said, "Inuyasha, you promised me."

This calamity, formed in a short time by the mass death and curse, is itself an incomprehensible existence, representing countless evils!

It has no physical form and no vital point.

As long as resentment exists, it will continue to regenerate, expand, and distort.

Inuyasha grabbed the priestess's soft hand and stroked it. "Don't rush, take a good look."

A faint light appeared in Feng's eyes as he noticed an invisible aura permeating this world—or rather, assimilating—from the pillar of light they had come from.

The energy seeped into the earth like water and climbed up the buildings like vines.

Like breathing, it blends into the air, leaving its own mark on this land.

Sesshomaru's actions are rapidly accelerating this progress.

The priestess didn't understand what this was, but instinctively felt an indescribable benefit.

The vengeful ghost opened its arms and lunged towards Sesshomaru.

Where deathly energy passes, the moonlight dims.

The kneeling monsters trembled, their bodies constantly leaking blood and souls, being drained alive by the cursed shadows and turned into dried corpses, collapsing to the ground as empty shells.

The entire city was within the range of the cursed ghost's absorption, with no escape.

"Damn it!"

Nurarihyon stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking down with sorrow at the rows of Nura Clan members falling below—the Gyuki whom he treated like his own children, the loyal Karasu Tengu, Aotenbo, Kurotabo, and even his grandson Rikuo, all of whom he was gritting his teeth and struggling to maintain his nearly exhausted strength.

He turned to the motionless Tsukiyomaru and angrily demanded, "What exactly do you want to do! You enjoy bullying the weak, don't you?"

"Shut up, you fool!"

Without even glancing at Nurarihyon, who was nearly beaten to death with his life force depleted, Tsukiyomaru stretched out his arms as if embracing the bright moon, and fervently proclaimed, "Be thankful! Soon you'll witness the true power of a god!"

"This is the supreme power to unify the world, to revolutionize it, and to allow humans and demons to coexist!"

As a yokai who loves humans and is willing to protect them, Tsukiyomaru reveres and loves the bright moon and sun of the eastern lands. He is willing to follow the light for his entire life, even if it is something he cannot do.

The next second, Koga and the others from the Eastern Kingdom were taken back into the air by Inuyasha, saving them from being whipped to death by the Cursed Demon Shadow.

The two forces collided in mid-air.

Sesshomaru's demonic aura was like the bright moon hanging in the sky, its clear light chilling, aloof and unshakable, every wisp of its energy carrying an untouchable purity; the ghostly shadow's deathly aura was like an abyss pouring down, dark and turbulent, wild and greedy, as if it wanted to drag the entire night sky into a bottomless swamp.

The moment the two collided, the sky seemed to be torn apart from both sides by an invisible giant hand. Thunder roared, lightning snaked wildly, and pale white lightning bolts split apart from the center of the collision.

Only flickering light and shadow and deafening roar remained between heaven and earth.

It felt like the end of the world had arrived!

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

The grotesque figure swelled further as it was infused with death energy, its shape distorting in the wind. Each wisp of resentment and dead soul that joined it made it more solid and terrifying.

The roars grew clearer and louder, as if the screams of millions of people were being superimposed.

High in the sky, Sesshomaru made his move.

His hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, touching one of the two swords, the Tenseiga.

The tooth emitted a very faint hum in his palm, responding to its owner's will.

The moment the blade was drawn, there was no blinding lightning, no deafening roar, only a pure, luminous white light.

Warm and smooth.

It was as if moonlight had solidified and flowed along the edge of the blade.

Sesshomaru raised his arm, the tip of his sword pointing upwards, and with a slight twist of his wrist, swung the sword down.

The blade flashed like moonlight, slicing straight into the center of the cursed, monstrous shadow.

The moment the Ju-on's body touched the blade, it split open from the center.

Cracks spread rapidly along the lines of resentment and death, like ice that had been penetrated by sunlight, beginning to crumble from the depths.

Its body shattered into billions of tiny fragments of light, like millions of fireflies scattered by the wind, falling across the entire city.

A shower of light poured down from the sky, covering the city of 600 square kilometers.

The shards of light fell onto the scorched ground, and the deathly aura receded like a tide.

The servant of the underworld was instantly slain as it landed on the cold body, and its withered blood vessels were revitalized with warm life.

A middle-aged man huddled in a corner of the apartment corridor trembled, then suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

On the subway platform, a mother and daughter were embracing tightly. The girl opened her eyes first, looked around blankly, and then hugged her mother even tighter.

Behind the counter in the department store, a young shop assistant propped herself up on the ground, looked down at her perfectly intact hands, and stared blankly for a long time before silently shedding tears.

Millions of people opened their eyes at the same time, as if being awakened from a long nightmare.

The tengu propped himself up on the ground, placed his hands on his knees, and looked up at his colleagues who were also getting up.

Having lived for so many years, experienced countless battles, and faced life and death countless times, the moment just now, when I truly fell into boundless darkness and died, was completely different from those previous times when I was injured and near death.

He could clearly remember the moment he turned into an empty shell and fell heavily to the ground.

But now, he's sitting up again.

On the rooftop, the resurrected Nurarihyon loosened his grip on the sword, the blade slipping from his hand and striking the ground with a crisp, sharp sound—a fight? Completely unnecessary.

God's grace is as vast as the sea!

High in the sky, under countless gazes of awe and worship, Sesshomaru sheathed his sword, stood with his hands at his sides, his silver hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, his face as cold and composed as ever.

Like a bright moon cast in the sky, hanging high and silent, its radiance spreading far and wide yet untouched by dust, the power of life and death seemed to be entirely in his hands.

Not to mention outsiders, even the high-ranking officials of Dongguo couldn't hide their shock.

Dong Lan couldn't help but deeply doubt whether she was truly a [Transformation God]?

Then, another light shone.

Inuyasha released Feng's hand, and a completely different aura exploded from his body—fiery, magnificent, and awe-inspiring.

A brilliant flame rose, spreading, stretching, and expanding along the robe, like the rising sun suddenly breaking through the clouds at midnight, its light gradually increasing the weight of the night.

A great sun slowly rose over Tokyo, its fiery light illuminating everything.

"Alright, that concludes the greetings from Dongguo to you."

Inuyasha looked down, his golden eyes shining like molten gold, his voice echoing through the heavens and earth.

"Submission or death—you may choose now."

On the ground, hundreds of millions of figures rushed out of the houses and knelt down to worship the sun and moon in the sky.

Whether it was the Nura Clan or Shikoku, 99% of the yokai did not hesitate, kneeling down and pressing their foreheads against the cold pavement.

The lives saved, the miracles witnessed, and the awe compressed to the extreme—in a short time, all their pride and stubbornness were crushed into dust.

On the rooftop, Nurarihyon's knees buckled, his body slowly sinking down in the interplay of moonlight and sunlight.

Those aged hands, which had created countless miracles, pressed against the ground on either side.

For his sake, and for the sake of his loyal followers who would never do anything foolish, the once revelrous and drunken lord of demons and monsters bowed his head.

"The Nura Clan—we surrender!"

Upon hearing this sound, the Ox-Demon and the Tengu bowed down one after another.

Nura Rikuo stood at the front of the crowd, looking up at the sun hanging in the night sky. Golden light fell on his young face, and the boy's clenched fist trembled slightly at his side.

Under such power, hard work and grand pronouncements are all laughable.

"Lu Sheng, come here."

A gentle voice sounded in his ear, and the little rascal turned his head sharply.

He looked at the woman who had appeared beside him, her long hair falling to her shoulders, her face soft and dreamlike in the interplay of firelight and moonlight.

The maternal monster bent slightly and stretched out her hands to him, just like she did every day in the classroom, gently treating him.

This left Nura Rikuo momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

But under immense pressure, this call snapped the string in his heart.

"Mother!"

The little rascal practically lunged forward, crashing into the woman's outstretched arms.

Wu Nu closed her arms, placed her palms on the back of his head, and gently stroked it.

High in the sky, Inuyasha waved his hand, instructing everyone to carry out their respective tasks according to the arrangements made before departure.

"Inuyasha, I'm going back now."

With a sigh of relief, Feng glanced at the gradually quieting city below, released his grip on Inuyasha, turned around, and passed through the pillar of light, returning to Rashomon via the passage.

The affairs of a nation are always complex and multifaceted.

With shrine duties, scheduling of shrine maidens' training, and compiling offerings from various regions, Kaede has very little free time.

On the other side, Sesshomaru landed on the ground from mid-air, holding a wheel engraved with intricate patterns in his hand. The surface of the wheel shimmered with a dark and serene light. It was a wheel specifically set up to communicate with the underworld and hell.

Despite causing such a commotion, no powerful aura emerged from the human world.

This world is not worth his expectations, and he prepares to go to hell to find Touya-o.

Only the quiet Yura remained by Inuyasha's side, the female demon with her arms crossed, watching as the woman coaxed Nurarihyon into becoming a baby.

"Is this your plan?"

"Do whatever you want."

Inuyasha looked down and spotted some pretty women, and remarked casually.

"That kid is the third head of the Nura Clan. With that connection, communication will be easier in the future."

"Oh~"

With the troublesome priestess gone, Yura naturally clung to Inuyasha's arm, her body exuding a cool, ethereal fragrance as she giggled.

"Hey~ Sir, how about you take in a few more local beauties to make future communication easier?"

The female demon's words stirred something within Inuyasha: "You're such a wicked woman."

"Did I offend your heart, sir?" Jie Luo's eyes sparkled, her fingertips sliding down his sleeve to hook his fingers, and she said softly, "But as agreed, you must spend some time with me, sir."

"ojbk".

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