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

The ye's flight path had already circled a large area of ​​airspace, drawing a cage in the high sky.

With each flap of its wings, and in every arc of its flight path, it left an imprint of flowing electrical charge in the air.

Under Lu Ziyun's unparalleled control of electrical charges and Fu Hei's precise command of shikigami, they resonated and intertwined, layering together to subtly construct a cage that enveloped the entire battlefield!

Thunder roared, tearing through the sky!

The distorted sky above the Tokyo Barrier was now completely covered by the boiling electric field.

The roar of the electric current drowned out all other noises. The air was torn apart and scorched by the terrifying ionization field, filled with a strong, scorching atmosphere.

The light refracted wildly among countless leaping, violent electric snakes, illuminating the entire airspace as if it were dusk.

Amidst the thunder, Uruhiko had nowhere to hide.

With the perfect coordination of the twin stars, they brought this catastrophe to the skies over Tokyo!

Finally finished.

Lu Ziyun has no dream of having a domain!

"This is our exhilarating combo!"

After the thunder, I will die.

The thunder lasted for several tens of seconds, as if it were trying to completely purify the sky itself.

The final thunder, which had returned to chaos, finally subsided, leaving only the lingering electrical charge in the air emitting a reluctant crackling sound.

The tattered figure finally lost its last bit of strength to stay afloat, and like a snowbird with broken wings, it plummeted straight down to the scorched earth below.

And at this time.

The Nue let out a clear, long cry, and under Fu Hei's precise command, it instantly collected all the residual electrical charge around its body.

Its massive body traced a diving arc, precisely skimming below the trajectory of Uruhiko's descent.

With its broad back, it steadily caught the unconscious body.

Next, adjust the posture, slow down the speed, gradually lower the height, and finally gently place it on a relatively flat open space of ruins below.

……

……

……

The heron's consciousness rose from a lukewarm darkness.

The first thing to awaken is the dulled sense of touch.

Beneath him lay painfully sharp pebbles and rubble.

Amidst this uncomfortable atmosphere, there lingered a strangely unfamiliar, refreshing soapy scent, perhaps the residue of uniform detergent.

Sometime later, she was wearing a school uniform with a crisp fabric and a classic design.

The clothes were clearly too large for Wu Lu's size, awkwardly wrapping her up.

Her thin uniform was soaked with cold sweat, outlining Wu Lu's youthful curves, which rose and fell slightly with her still-rapid breathing.

Her pupils trembled slightly as she recognized the uniform.

It was the standard uniform that the sea urchin-headed guy always wore, the uniform of the High School of Spellcasting.

A classic student-style outfit, used to cover oneself when one is unconscious and unable to use one's abilities to conceal oneself.

At the same time, it also gives the heron a kind of dignity that it is unwilling to delve into at this moment, almost like charity.

This realization instantly stirred up an extremely complex and turbulent feeling in Wu Lu's chest.

"Oh, you're awake."

A clean and clear voice came from her side without warning, breaking her confused thoughts.

The heron suddenly looked up.

The afternoon sunlight, thin and weak, filtered through the barrier, slanting across the broken concrete beams.

It also added a hazy, luminous edge to the boy's muscular contours.

The chilling coldness that had been present in his dark eyes during the previous battle was gone.

Instead, the inexplicable curve of the temperature seemed to confirm her awakening, or perhaps it was just a subconscious greeting.

Fuhei stood shirtless in the sunlight, smiling at Wulu.

The image of a shirtless boy standing in the sunlight on the ruins forms an indescribable connection with the oversized uniform he is wearing.

This caused the already sluggish brain of the black heron, weakened by its severe injuries, to once again fall into a brief period of malfunction and chaos.

"But why did you have to pull down my pants for her?!"

Another roar, filled with suppressed anger, ruthlessly shattered the eerie tranquility.

It is Lu Ziyun.

He stood on the other side, his face ashen, purple lightning crackling on his clenched fists, pointing a finger at Wu Lu's waist, his eyes blazing with fury at Fu Hei.

It was as if they had suffered some kind of unforgivable violation.

Lu Ziyun's attire at this moment was also quite peculiar. She was still wearing her signature white martial arts uniform on her upper body, but her lower body...

"Your shirt has the longest hem, look."

Fu Hei casually nodded towards Wu Lu with a sinister look, effortlessly deflecting Lu Ziyun's anger.

Wu Lu lowered his head stiffly, following Fu Hei's gesture, and looked down at his waist and below.

Only then did she belatedly realize, with a hint of astonishment, that in addition to the oversized black college uniform on her upper body, she was also wearing loosely worn white martial arts pants around her waist.

These pants... look strangely familiar!

It was the same one that Lu Ziyun had been wearing earlier!

"Couldn't you just use Shi Liulong's clothes to cover her up?!"

Lu Ziyun clearly couldn't accept this explanation at all, and angrily shifted her focus, turning her head to roar at another figure slumped over next to her.

"I?"

Shi Liulong was leaning lazily against a charred, broken piece of reinforced concrete wall when he heard this, and he lifted his eyelids slightly.

"I was only wearing one piece of clothing too."

Shi Liulong was even more open, wearing only a pair of tight pants and a leather jacket that he never zipped up, revealing double zippers.

The three of them started arguing about whose clothes to tear, each sticking to their own opinion and refusing to give in, completely ignoring Wu Lu's disheveled appearance as she clutched her ill-fitting clothes.

Then another voice calmly broke into the chaotic conversation:

"that……"

Riche, seemingly waking up at some point, gently patted the fabric of her clothing:

"My suit jacket, plus the vest and shirt underneath,"

Strictly speaking, there are three layers that can be worn.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, he first took off his outermost black suit jacket, revealing a dark-colored fitted vest and a crisp white long-sleeved shirt underneath.

Then, with unusual seriousness, he unbuttoned his vest and took it off, followed by the cufflinks and the buttons on his shirt.

In the end, all that remained on Nichisha was a thin white undershirt, revealing his lean yet well-defined arms, collarbone, and part of his chest.

He carefully folded the three pieces of clothing with an almost obsessive neatness and presented them to Lu Ziyun, who was still frantically trying to figure out what to do with her pants.

"If you don't mind..."

Lu Ziyun's eyes suddenly lit up, and an eager smile instantly appeared on her face:

"Japanese cars are still the most impressive!"

He patted the shoulder of the man wearing only a vest and snatched the neatly folded clothes from him.

He strode towards Wu Lu, who was still sitting on the ruins in a semi-paralyzed state, and shoved the stack of clothes in his hand in front of her without saying a word, urging her in a blunt tone:

"Hey! Woman! Did you hear me?!"

"Quick! Put these on, and then give me back my pants!"

The scene descended into indescribable chaos.

Only the ruins within the Tokyo Barrier serve as a reminder that they are still on a battlefield of carnage, a procession of death and destruction.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on with you guys?!"

The heron's agitation was the first to shatter this peaceful scene.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming hysterical:

"Weren't we fighting to kill each other just a moment ago?"

"Why is it suddenly... suddenly like playing house?!"

"Explain yourself, you bunch of bastards!!!"