As the shikigami Great Sky Dog was forcibly dragged into the bronze coffin, the spurt of blood and shattered bones filled the entire container with the stench of blood.
Even the old man in kimono was splattered with bloodstains, but he dared not wipe them off, nor dared he make any unnecessary movements.
Instead, at the first sign of the magical skill failing, he gripped the samurai sword at his waist with both hands.
It was truly bizarre. The magical skill intended to counter evil spirits had completely failed.
Failed, without having any effect at all!
This was an impossible outcome; no matter how powerful the evil spirit, an onmyoji's magical skill should take effect.
Even if the magic was forcibly broken by an overwhelmingly powerful evil spirit, there should have been some feedback to the caster.
But now, the old man's magical skill had dissipated without having any effect whatsoever.
There was only one possibility...
The opponent... was not an evil spirit!
