The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

The weather outside the window~

"It seems so~"

"Your ever-changing expressions~"

Facing the sunlight, facing the raindrops.

The boy's humming once again tore open this overly quiet space.

The sound was light and languid, carrying a leisurely air that seemed to belong to a battlefield, piercing through the rain, through the thunder, and through every pair of terrified ears.

He turned this battlefield, shrouded in death, into his stage.

"Let me give you a warning: you are the challengers."

Fu Hei's steps, accompanied by humming, began to move again.

His toes lightly touched the ground on the shadows, and his body swayed slightly with the melody.

The Heavenly Reversal Blade in his hand drew graceful arcs in the rain, no longer a killing technique, but an impromptu dance.

The blade gleamed in the rain, cleaving each droplet in two, its sharp edge reflecting the boy's brilliance in the darkness.

"Why...why did he start singing?!"

Parallel Fuhei collapsed to the ground, crawling on all fours in utter panic, trying to escape the seemingly gentle yet incredibly oppressive melody.

That song terrified him more than any scream, because it meant that Fuhei didn't take him seriously at all.

"No, don't be so nervous."

Lu Suo's voice was trembling, but she forced herself to calm down.

"This madman, in order to pull off this whole thing, has already helped Mo Xuluo recover from most of his injuries, and his adaptation process has accelerated..."

Lu Suo watched Fu Hei dancing with his sword in the rain with a thoughtful expression, his heart filled with suspicion, but in the end, he could only grit his teeth and force out a harsh word:

"What a madman!"

Fuhei continued tapping the blade of the Heavenly Reverse Blade with his fingers and humming a tune, showing no sign of intending to attack.

Does he still have any sense?

What else does he want?

Why... could he look so smug!

Time stretched out endlessly at this moment, each second feeling like an eternity.

Raindrops are falling, heartbeats are pounding, and the whole world is slowed down.

Only the boy's humming continued to flow normally, leisurely passing through this frozen space and time.

My tears are inside.

"Learn to let go..."

The boy unleashed his sword, signaling the end of the stalemate, and the ground beneath his feet once again became a battlefield.

Before the last notes of his humming had faded, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The rain that had accumulated in the air crashed down on the earth once more.

As the mournful wind howled, the boy unleashed another spirited slash!

"Kill him!"

Upon receiving the command, the pale behemoth pounced again, heading towards the seemingly frail boy swaying in the wind.

Lu Su roared in an instant, its fury reaching the sky, but it shrank back as it was glared at by the boy's sharp eyes.

Despite being so small in the reflection of the shikigami, he was also so—

Arrogant!

It seemed that at this moment, only he could compose the victory!

Boom!!!

The sky and the earth reflected the lightning and the roar!

What descended from the sky was a bolt of lightning, striking the ground like a sharp sword and exploding behind the boy, adding another layer of sharpness to his silhouette.

"Black Flash!!!"

What rose from the ground was a black and red flash of light that burst forth from the boy's palm, accompanied by a sharp sword piercing his chest, exploding in front of him, adding even more passion to his face.

The Heavenly Reversal Blade pierced into the chest of the Demon Void Demon, and the distorted space ripped the pale behemoth's chest apart.

Black and red lightning spread from the wound, burning and devouring the life force of the demon Xu Luo.

However, the pale behemoth, now with increased endurance, did not collapse as it had before. With its chest still bleeding, it brandished its claws and teeth, determined to bring the boy's rhythm to a halt.

The arm blade, accompanied by the sound of wind and fueled by the fury of revenge, swept straight towards Fu Hei's head.

The raindrops were sliced ​​in two by the blade, bursting into fine mist in the air, as if to dispose of the boy's head as well.

"Your breath seeps into my love like raindrops."

I really hope the rain never stops!

The boy continued humming, completely unaffected, his figure darting and shifting amidst the slashes without the slightest hesitation.

Sidestep, slide, bend over—every movement was timed to the intervals between falling raindrops, every step was perfectly timed.

It was as if he wasn't dodging attacks, but rather it was a natural occurrence.

It's as if victory can only be generated in rhythm, in the tune of youth!

The boy did not dance with death; all the music, all the rhythms, were led by Fukuro.

Victory is irreversible!

The enormous demon-slaying sword and the Heavenly Reversal Blade collided in mid-air, sparking and disappearing in the rain, like a fleeting moment.

Yet it perfectly reflected the composure and arrogance on the boy's face!

The booming sound of metal clashing echoed through the area, mingling with the sounds of rain, thunder, and song.

"Let the final movement begin!"

Within 1 second before Black Flash is activated.

Fu Hei's humming echoed through the rain once more.

Lu Suo realized that he no longer had any chance to stop the birth of Black Flash.

The eighth black flash blazed brightly in Okinawa like a nuclear explosion.

The wheel of the demonic demon vanished into nothingness amidst the black flash.

For Fukuro, the decisive black flash was nothing more than an impromptu creation.

"It seems like it was done quite well."

Under the combined attack of the two demonic Void Lords, Fu Hei countered each move with remarkable skill, executing several textbook-worthy improvisations.

Left stranded at the inn, Gojo Satoru stared blankly at the burst of black and red lightning that shot into the sky, his lips trembling in disbelief:

"In other words..."

The only sound in the silent space was the roar of the rain.

The endless downpour seemed to strip this place away from the world, isolating it from everything and confining the entire world to this dark corner.

Restrained by the still proud and upright boy!

Lightning flashed, but it could not obscure the boy's crimson eyes.

It's like a raging fire that has reached its limit, which even the world's torrential rains cannot extinguish.

The eighth crimson-black ray of light is etched on Okinawa.