"Crack—crack—crack—"
The ugly faces made up of knots on the human-faced trees emitted a hard, dry, strange noise.
Countless branches barbarically stretched out like deformed arms, attacking Kamiyagawa!
"Aah!"
"Oom!"
Kamiyagawa used the Breath of Aun to regulate his breathing and muscle fascia activity, his body brimming with seemingly inexhaustible energy. His black pupils contracted, keenly perceptive.
With a splendid strike of Autumn's Precision, he pierced through the encircling branches from all directions.
In the sunlight-deprived woods, the indigo blade's light flashed, and withered twigs and rotten wood flew!
As Kamiyagawa lunged, a purple and white juban formed around him, hugging him tightly from behind and transforming into a bizarre white mask covering his face.
"Crack—crack—crack—"
The countless human-faced trees were not intimidated by Kamiyagawa's exquisite Tachi Technique.
After all, they held an overwhelming advantage in numbers.
