On those humanoid figures, one could see wriggling black maggots.
"These things hardly qualify as Yin Gods, at most they're just Yin soldiers of Yomi. Or perhaps...something polluted by Yomi."
Such level of enemies could hardly pose a threat to Kamiyagawa.
He tugged his left hand into the air, and a brilliant, sinister, gigantic Dragon Thunder Spear was grasped in his palm.
Blinding thunder light tore through the night, illuminating the river surface, casting light on the wildly swaying golden-weave feather robe amidst the heat waves, electric arcs splashing, like a whip lashing outwards onto the muddy ground.
Boom!
The emerald Dragon Thunder swept through, and those several decayed humanoid figures crumbled like dry twigs.
The disgusting Yellow Springs Maggots were blasted apart too, the chasing electric arcs incinerating them completely.
The darkness infused with the breath of Yomi retracted into the rift in space like tentacles.
"Is that all?"
