Evil ghosts abounded, darting between the colossal serpentine body that had emerged from the surface of the sea at various parts.

Anitya Hellguards were existences that couldn’t be understood through the lens with which one viewed ordinary Yin spirits. After all, they were already existences that could traverse the mortal realm by day, and they were no longer bound by the constraints of the witching hours at night.

The colossal body of Kuki Yoshitaka emerged from the surface of the waters, turning the entire area around the cruise liner into a forbidden ground for the living. Several minutes later, sixteen netherflames lit up from the depths of the seas.

Boom!

Boom, boom, boom!!

With a deafening gush like that of a water spout, eight silhouettes dashed straight out of the waters, sending copious amounts of water into the sky that soon rained down like a torrential downpour.

Ssss!! Roar!!! Their terrifying cries could be heard hundreds of miles away. Even Azai Nagamasa heard them in the distance, and he furrowed his brows slightly, “The Samurai of the Seas has finally revealed his true form.”

“Seems like it.” A voice that was filled with belligerence responded from the mast above Azai Nagamasa, “I’d like to see how many of my attacks the eight-headed corpse of the deadly cicada will be able to withstand in its true form…”

Azai Nagamasa cast a long, bloodthirsty look across the surface of the seas. He was now infinitely close to the realization of his centuries-long dream, and he couldn’t help...