American Exorcism Male God-Chapter 259: Annihilation Realm

The two Crow Men were covered in cracks, but they were not yet on the brink of annihilation. When they recovered, their reaction was almost identical: they let out an angry roar at Xu Yi.

Even for their Organization of the Ring of Destruction, a Mythic Level Exorcism Holy Relic was an exceedingly rare treasure.

But now, they were all gone, whether it was the Yata Mirror or the Sword of Gathering Clouds.

Just thinking about it made him feel as if his heart was bleeding.

"You’ll regret this!"

One of the Crow Men gave Xu Yi a cold glance, and after dropping those fierce words, surprisingly, he did not launch an attack but turned to flee.

Xu Yi was stunned, watching the other leave in a daze, but then he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed.

"Quick! Help me take this tree away!"

Xu Yi didn’t even have time to use the voice of the soul to give orders to Harada Mieko, instinctively roaring out loud. Fortunately, Harada Mieko knew some English and could understand what Xu Yi meant.

Xu Yi and the Ghost Samurai rushed to the front of the original sin Mother Tree, one on each side, and heaved its heavy husk up, then ran wildly towards the outside.

The remaining Crow Man did not pursue them but stood still in place. Upon close observation, it could be seen that the golden light in his pupils had dissipated.

The Crow Man’s chest slowly split open, revealing the mechanical construction inside that was so complex it made one’s scalp tingle.

Just one look, and Xu Yi understood that the Crow Man in front of him was Alchemical Machinery, but he had never heard that Alchemical Machinery could reach such heights!

The gears turned swiftly, and the mechanical parts in the chest were quickly emptied, revealing the core below: a drop of black water, with three rings rotating around it in different directions.

The black droplet flickered with a strange light, flashing on and off, with the flashing speed increasing, like a time bomb set to explode at any moment.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the Crow Man was preparing to "self-destruct," and the power of it would undoubtedly be astonishing.

The original sin Mother Tree’s husk was extremely heavy, and even with Xu Yi and the Ghost Samurai lifting it together, they could not run fast.

Previously, to avoid the Eight Monster House being affected by the battle, they waited on the outskirts of the fight, but it was too late to hurry back now.

Nobody expected that the Crow Man would have such a trick up his sleeve.

But a few steps into their frantic escape, Xu Yi’s eyes suddenly lit up.

[Source of Woe conversion completed...]

At this critical moment, the conversion of the Source of Woe was finally complete, and Xu Yi could no longer feel the life force of the original sin Mother Tree.

Without any hesitation, and not even waiting to listen to the system’s prompts, he hurriedly threw the original sin Mother Tree into the Treasure Box.

But a black curtain of air suddenly rose from the Crow Man, spreading in all directions, enveloping Xu Yi and the Ghost Samurai, forming a black circular Barrier.

Xu Yi and the Ghost Samurai were abruptly immobilized as if they had fallen into solidifying glue, unable to move.

Without any hesitation, Xu Yi burned the last bit of blood in his body to activate the ability "Blood as Sacred," shaking off the bindings.

The fire in the Ghost Samurai’s pupils died down, and he stood there motionless. This damned Barrier even isolated thoughts, something Xu Yi had never encountered before.

Since Harada Mieko’s thoughts were forcibly blocked, the Ghost Samurai naturally turned into a puppet without strings.

Xu Yi lunged towards the Ghost Samurai, hugging his legs... his actual legs. The posture wasn’t very elegant, but in a matter of life and death, none of this mattered, especially since there was no one else around.

The reason for this posture was because only by holding onto the Ghost Samurai’s legs could he avoid getting in the way of the other’s sword swings.

With the physical contact, his thoughts reconnected with the Ghost Samurai, and the fire in the Ghost Samurai’s pupils relit.

Torrents of flames rose from the Ghost Samurai, where Demon-Suppressing Flame and Red Lotus Flame intertwined. The Mud God Stele inside the Ghost Samurai also began to tremble.

This time there was no Flame Giant, but a continuous stream of flames gathered on the Demon Blade Red Lotus.

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"Cut through it!" Xu Yi roared angrily.

He could feel that once the barrier was formed, with his current state, escaping was impossible, so he had no choice but to break through before the barrier was fully established.

The Ghost Samurai swung the sword fiercely, executing a simple diagonal slash, but the surging fiery blade aura rushed forth like a soaring firebird heading straight ahead.

The Ghost Samurai chased after it, taking cover behind the fiery blade aura, with a human-shaped pendant dangling from his leg.

......

Tokyo Bay.

A huge battle helicopter hovered over the sea, the shoreline crowded with a massive number of Kayakos, their blood-red pupils fixed on the helicopter within easy reach.

Japan suffered the "Kayako Disaster" with a vast number of people fleeing to the airports and seashore. The beaches, now thronged with people, also became a breeding ground for the birth of Kayakos.

The dense Kayakos below were a terrifying sight that could make the faint-hearted’s heart stop on the spot.

But the pilot, as if blind to the scene, smoked a cigar, flipping through a bikini magazine, passing judgment on the long-legged models featured inside.

In the rear of the plane sat two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin, easily distinguishable.

They wore black suits and white shirts, looking tired, like white-collar workers who had just returned from a business trip.

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The only difference was that sewn onto their collars was an insignia of a stele, imbued with an ancient and desolate feel.

Their eyes were somewhat bleary, but they suddenly widened, looking in the direction of Mount Fuji in Tokyo, exclaiming in surprise, "Annihilation Realm?!"

In the direction of Mount Fuji, a "sun" slowly rose. The sun was not scorching, not even warm, and was entirely black.

The black "sun" enveloped half of Mount Fuji, and after reaching its maximum size, it began to shrink rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the sun shrank to a pinpoint and then disappeared completely.

Everything that was enveloped by the black sun vanished, leaving Mount Fuji looking like a half-eaten burger.

"Who is fighting with those lunatics from the Organization of the Ring of Destruction?" one of the men asked, puzzled.

"The headquarters used the Eye of the Ancient God for a few seconds of observation and confirmed it’s Xu Yi," the other man answered.

"Xu Yi? That rising exorcist who recently competed with us for business in Boston, how did he end up in Japan?"

"Who knows? But to force the Organization of the Ring of Destruction to deploy the Annihilation Realm... that’s absurdly strong. That’s nearly the pinnacle of what humans can achieve, isn’t it? I wonder if he can survive this time?"

"What’s the use of being strong? In the face of those truly great beings, what can humans count for, or even gods, for that matter?" the thin white-collar snorted.

"All right, let’s get down to business! I want to finish early so I can find me a girl and really relax," the fat white-collar stretched lazily.

"Business? Do we have any business left? Hasn’t it all ended?"

"Wasn’t I to eliminate Japan’s grudges and make the country’s leaders..." the fat white-collar suddenly stopped talking. With Japan in its current ghostly state, it was already a name without substance—where were any leaders left?

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, everyone goes back to their own home, and finds their own mother! Eradicating grudges is too much trouble, and besides, this country, Japan, isn’t worth anything anymore. The headquarters won’t make us do such thankless work."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, the fat white-collar man looked up, surprised, and glanced at his companion. He had just received a communication from headquarters ordering them to retreat.

"I told you so!" the thin white-collar shrugged.

The helicopter returned the way it had come, and until they disappeared, the Kayakos below did not dare to make a move; they felt a presence on the plane that made them tremble.