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Indigo in hue, clear as a pool of spring water, the Ichimonji Sword transformed into a long rainbow falling from the sky, undulating and darting abruptly like a dragon breaking through the waves.
All the exorcists present could clearly see the unforgettable, bizarre scene in the instant Kamiyagawa swung his sword.
Around the Fusang tree, the entwined mist and drizzle suddenly gathered above the blade, then the torrential rain dissipated into the air with the startling speed of lightning, as if there were a black hole on the Ichimonji Sword capable of absorbing everything.
Gleaming thunderbolts burst from the wrapped sword edge.
Clash!
As if responding to a call, a spear-like bolt of lightning pierced the dark curtain of sky behind Kamiya and struck down through the clouds. It split into countless web-like flashes overhead, illuminating Kamiyagawa's figure standing atop the body of the Fusang calamity with blinding brightness.
Autumn's Precision Strike.
