The sinister white and filthy black collided fiercely in the sky, releasing a dull yet loud roar, while fragmented Skeleton Whale bones rained down from above.
Such a fierce intercept did not bring any significant impact to the Underworld God in the sky; His movements only slightly paused, then He locked onto the Skeleton Whale Huajing was riding, attacking with even greater momentum.
As the distance closed, the fierce high winds howled with the stench of decay, and in Huajing's blue eyes, the full view of the strongest enemy this time was finally reflected—
Filthy, degraded, heavy.
Like a mountain floating in the air.
The outline of His humanoid figure was roughly discernible, His prominent long nose on His face stood out, holding a Naginata, with a pair of huge fleshy wings on His back, fully spread, stirring the sinister wind, obscuring the sky.
This vaguely Tengu-like form should indeed be Sarutahiko-no-Mikoto.
