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

A bewitching purple light continued to envelop the sky above Okinawa.

The entire sea was stained with an ominous color, as if even the ocean was filled with fear and the sky was trembling.

The clouds were stained a purplish-black, like congealed blood on the horizon, pressing down heavily and making it hard to breathe.

Fu Hei's roar still echoed.

But at this moment, Chun'ai did not immediately agree to Fuhei's suggestion, but continued to carry him and escape again.

The tyrant's extreme physical body constantly moved through the island's buildings, even using the walls for leverage, leaping among the ruins, and dodging and weaving through narrow alleyways.

Each jump made the most of the momentum, but it was still impossible to widen the distance between them and the infinite chain.

The purple orb of light remained stubbornly behind them, leveling everything in its path.

"Zizizi!"

The young man from the vocational college has a large capacity.

The laughter of the Five Evils came from the sphere of light, piercing and sharp, utterly insane, showing no sign of abating.

Under these circumstances, Fuhei could only roar again, trying to get Chunai to accept his plan, his voice already hoarse.

"Dad, this is the only thing we can try!"

Fuhei could even feel the overflowing mass burning his back, leaving scars cut by the turbulent flow.

Looking at the infinite network so close at hand, Chun'ai finally stopped in her tracks.

He slowly turned around, his movements carrying an unprecedented solemnity, and once again looked at Fukuro and his ten shikigami with his own eyes.

Looking at Shi Ying Shen Er, at that face exactly like his own, that body exactly like his own, and those eyes exactly like his own.

Shen Er remained silent for a few seconds, those seconds felt like an eternity, so long that Fu Hei's heartbeat seemed to stop in that silence.

There was absolutely no time for Fushiguro to explain what happened in the future.

However, by observing the shikigami that looked exactly like herself, she had already deduced a general idea.

He can be incorporated into the Ten Shadow Shikigami and become a Shikigami.

I guess I can't escape death.

For the first time, this arrogant tyrant wavered in the face of battle.

Judging from the appearance of the Ten Shadow Shikigami as captured in the original, it is almost identical to its current form.

Judging from his appearance, his age should be no different from now.

This is how he looks right now.

Perhaps it was at this juncture, perhaps it was during this struggle to assassinate the Starmash, that...

Suddenly, he realized that he really could die and that he could be defeated.

There will be obstacles that cannot be overcome by physical strength alone. And one day, those hands that never hesitate will no longer be able to hold weapons, and those legs that never retreat will no longer be able to stand.

From that time on, there was no trace of his existence in the world.

Then he thought of Huizi.

The woman's face appeared in his mind.

Gentle eyes, a faint smile, and eyes exactly like Fu Hei's.

He even remembered the image of her back as she cooked for him.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, bathing her silhouette in a golden halo, as if she were doing the happiest thing in the world.

The memory of her eyes as she waited for him to come home made him, a man who never looked back, quicken his pace and made him, a man who never cared about anything, begin to feel a sense of attachment.

He remembered the warmth of her body lying in his arms, her gradually cooling body, her fading breath, and her eyes that were gradually losing their luster.

And even the unprecedented sense of powerlessness he felt at that moment.

It's hard to imagine that a tyrant who kills without hesitation could actually indulge in happiness.

Unfortunately, happiness was too short-lived.

This is the only thing he cares about in his life, and it's something he's willing to give anything for.

The purple light was getting closer.

A cold glint flashed in Shen'er's eyes. He no longer hesitated, no longer wavered, and no longer thought about death.

He slowly opened his arms, actively welcoming the wave of shadows that was extending towards him.

"To merge with one's own corpse—just thinking about it is an ominous thought."

Is this a curse upon myself?

Is it because you've stained your hands with too much blood?

The heavens and the tyrant, who had denied all curses, unexpectedly found the thought of a curse resurfacing in their minds at this moment.

"bring it on."

"benefit."

Shen Er tried calling out the name he had chosen again.

"Take good care of your mom."

The moment the shadow tide touched Shen'er's skin, it surged in wildly as if summoned by some kind of call.

It flowed along Shen'er's veins, merged into his muscles, wrapped around his bones, and swept over his entire body.

He could even feel another version of himself merging into his body.

Combat memories, killing skills, and instincts for danger all overlapped and merged with his own experiences in an incredible way.

At the same time, there are also memories of the physical suffering endured before death.

"This body of the Ten Kage shikigami was also destroyed by the brats from the Gojo family."

Even amidst the pain, she gradually pieced together more memories, piecing together what kind of life she had lived in the second online world.

Shen'er's breathing became heavier and more rapid, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Its figure expanded and then contracted repeatedly, becoming more agile and perfect at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscle lines are smoother, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor.

The density of the bones is even more astonishing, as if steel were forged inside the body.

Every inch of his skin exuded a near-perfect sense of power, a qualitative change resulting from the fusion of the bodies of two tyrants and a god.

During the sacred fusion, only Fu Hei's roar stood out as out of place.

"Hurry up!"

"Faster!"

"Faster!"

Fu Hei's voice was filled with a dying urgency.

Fukuro, who was re-energizing his own Cursed Force Movement, discovered that as his speed decreased, the shockwave from Zi behind him continued to spread outwards!

The purple light had caught up with him, and shockwaves surged in wave after wave.

Each time it was closer than the last, each time more intense, each time hotter than the last.

Fuhei is almost caught up by Zi.

He could feel the imaginary mass brushing against his forehead, and his vision began to blur.

The memory fragments began to appear as a revolving lantern.

"Croak!"

"Stop this repetitive cycle! I don't want to complain!"

"Father, please save me!"

Just as the hypothetical mass was about to engulf Fu Hei—

boom!!!

A major upheaval is about to begin!

A flash of black light tore through the sky, instantly pulling Fu Hei out of an infinitely connected range.

It tore a gash in the purple light, dispelling some of the shadow of death.

Fu Hei came to his senses and realized that he was already in Shen Er's arms.

You could hear that heart beating powerfully, as steady as a war drum, carrying an awe-inspiring majesty that commanded submission.

Now, Shen'er's aura is even more violent, far surpassing his previous appearance.

That was a qualitative change resulting from the fusion of two heavens and a tyrant; it was the oppressive feeling that naturally emanated after the physical body reached its peak.

The tyrant stood there like an insurmountable mountain, like an uncrossable abyss.

The bodies of the two tyrants were perfectly fused together.

All the power, all the speed, all the combat experience, all the killing techniques.

All of them were fully utilized, reaching a new height, an unprecedented peak.

Synthesize a two-star unit, successful!