The blood moon lashed out its tongue again. Seeing it a second time, I grew somewhat accustomed to the sight. In fact, I found it rather unimaginative.0

Of course, there was one difference this time. Instead of a single tongue, several shot out at once. They twisted through the air like sentient plant stems, relentlessly tracking me. However, I could see them now—both their speed and their trajectory.0

I swung my Yin-Yang Dao and swept a tongue away. The moment it touched the purple flames clinging to my sword, it ignited with a violent hiss. The blaze surged up the tongue like a fuse racing toward the main body. Yet, just before the flames reached the moon, the tongue dropped off. It was the same lizard-like reaction I had seen before.1

So far, it's manageable0

The real problem came next.0

Cracking sounds echoed through the Otherworld as fractures spiderwebbed across the blood moon’s surface. I caught its enraged expression glaring down at me.0

It's coming. Every muscle in my body tensed to its absolute limit.0

The bombardment began.0

Unlike the tongue attacks, I had no intention of dodging these. I rooted my feet firmly in place. Then I lifted the Yin-Yang Dao with my left hand and the Seven Sins Sword with my right.1

Dual-wielding was well beyond my skill, but that did not matter. This was not about martial arts or sparring...0