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The air seemed a bit stagnant.
Gu Mo glanced up and saw, on the corridor outside the broken wall, an old man blowing his nose and glaring at him, along with Abe no Seimei, who was holding his forehead with a somewhat headache expression. This onmyoji was smiling wryly and sighing, waving his hand repeatedly at him, with a large group of people following behind them.
The entire room had turned into a mess of debris after the recent burst of Demonic Power...
Even the walls had been blasted down, not to mention the delicate screens, elegant porcelain, and so on—all torn to shreds in the chaotic torrent...
After all, it was the same blood as Hidechika's. Even if it was just Saito Yoshitaka's instinctual leakage of Demon Qi, a bit of it spilling out was enough to become a fierce wind tearing everything here apart. However, both he and Hidechika were extraordinary people, so they emerged unscathed.
