I was about to win.
Mary, my war goddess!
It must be said, setting aside Kamiya's specific strength, his control over the situation was still very sharp.
He had a clear understanding of which situations would lead to victory and which kills he could secure.
Once his opponent was in a huge disadvantage, he possessed the ability and the cruel determination to transform into a demon lord of the heavens, effortlessly ending the battle!
"Go!"
Kamiya raised the Nanquan Ichimonji horizontally, the clear blade enveloped in a faint light, while golden pupils under the demon mask sparkled in the rain.
He divided time into a mere instant, like a silkworm spinning its thread.
As if entering "bullet time," his vision began to see the threads of time like silkworm threads, gently laying over everything.
It was the same for the lower half of the Rouge Immortal still on the ground.
