"Akatsuki?"
Feeling the surging supernatural power, Tachibana bit her lips. She looked at the cloaked man from the corner of her eyes, and her muscles suddenly tightened. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, the Sacred Tree is here, nothing will happen.
The fake Four-Symbols Seal didn't have any effect, it just looked good on her abdomen.
What Mizuno really wanted was to give Tachibana Crystal Release to Tachibana. Crystal Release was a good ninjutsu, but it would disrupt the financial order, so it was better for it to be in the hands of the government. After all, the government had its own set of systems for the reincarnation of leeks.
"You bastard, have you been watching from the side?"
Kuroto's voice was trembling. He was in a tense competition with the Four-Symbols Seal. If he lost, he would be sealed in this little girl's body, it would be a great humiliation.
"No, no, I just saw that you have the ability to deal with these fish and shrimp, so I didn't make a move. I thought you could easily deal with them." The cloaked man let out a hurried laugh. "But now you have failed miserably."
The clone that was using the Four-Symbols Seal couldn't restrain the cloaked man anymore, so Kuroto and the clone resisted.
The cloaked man was the oriole, he only made a move at this critical moment.
"How about it, have you thought about it?
I helped you deal with this immortal's divine clone. Don't forget, we were the ones who helped you break the seal and released you from the thousand-year prison. There's no reason for you to repay kindness with enmity. "
"You …" The power of the Four-Symbols Seal was getting stronger, and the underground world was shaking more and more. "Okay, I promise you, Kuroto!
Hurry up and kill these bugs for me! "
"Then, on behalf of the Akatsuki Organization, I welcome you to join us, Kuroto."
A ring flew towards the black shadow, and Kuroto's body suddenly disappeared the moment the ring flew out.
The man who appeared and disappeared mysteriously, stirring up the world.
Tachibana's eyes suddenly opened, and the underground world was filled with the deathly silence before the explosion.
The clone that was confronting the cloaked man also narrowed his eyes, and the light on his body was getting brighter and brighter.
"It's too late, let's go!"
The clone of the Sacred Tree suddenly burst open like a flower bud.
Thousands of vines, tree branches, wooden dragons, and wooden puppets flew out from the avatar, like Doraemon's dimensional pocket pouring out all the items at once.
"Roar!"
The Evil God was like a statue of the Evil God carved by a crazy artist, deformed and terrifying.
"Insignificant skill!"
Yuan stepped forward from the void and laughed. He didn't seem to do anything, but he gently waved his hand.
Boom!
All the Wood Escape Techniques exploded in response.
The sprinting wooden dragon and wooden figurines exploded into thousands of tiny fragments, dazzling fireworks.
"Let's go."
However, all of this was just a smokescreen. The clone grabbed Shi Xiao's arm.
Seiji then substituted himself at Misa's location, and the two of them suddenly disappeared from the underground world.
"Spirit Communication Art!"
"The two of you return to Tokyo first!"
The moment before he was teleported to Tokyo, Tachibana watched as Xiang Xiao's avatar flew towards him.
"Lord Sacred Tree!"
"Sacred Tree …"
After the two of them were channeled, the underground world, which was initially in a state of mutual hostility and looked like it was about to explode, came to an abrupt halt.
The wooden dragons and wooden figurines disappeared one after another. Kuroto, Kite, the clone, and all kinds of faces turned into the same person. The silent underground world returned to the control of silence.
Tokyo, Shinjuku.
The busybodies had already gathered at a good location in Shinjuku, using their cameras to aim at the Sacred Tree that had just caused the strange phenomenon.
The Yoyodaiki area, which had turned into a huge construction site, was tightly sealed. Other than the construction units, ordinary people were not allowed to enter. However, the Shinjuku area next to the Yoyodaiki area was not restricted. There were people filming all day long from the observation towers in Shinjuku.
However, other than the words that flew out at the beginning, the 200-meter-tall Sacred Tree fell into a long silence, which disappointed many people who were waiting to watch a good show.
"Kameda, is there really going to be big news?"
Kameda was a broadcaster with the surname Kameda. He was once famous for the Battle of Yoyodaiki. He used his identity as a citizen to travel around the Island nation and earn money by livestreaming for foreigners. After all, the Island nation's travel ban had not been lifted yet.
But the Chinese in his livestream liked to use his surname, and Kameda didn't know why.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Looking at the Yoyodaiki area and thinking about the Yoyodaiki property that he had sold, Kameda felt sour.
Sour, very sour.
If he was not stupid, he would have entered the upper class now, and he wouldn't need to be a broadcaster with hundreds of thousands of fans.
The small-time broadcaster beside him nodded. Kameda was a big shot in the industry, and if he said there would be big news, there would definitely be big news.
However, after waiting for an hour, there was still no movement from the sacred tree in the distance. Many of the cameramen squatting at the shooting spot could not help but rub their shoulders. However, no one was willing to go downstairs. Everyone was waiting for a good opportunity.
"It's here!"
The crew immediately stood up, and the cameras in their hands all focused on the sacred tree.
But when they saw the movement of the Sacred Tree, they trembled.
"God, what's wrong with the Sacred Tree?"
"Is it going to wither?"
"Is there going to be another battle?"
The originally majestic divine tree was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The lush green leaves had entered the harsh autumn ahead of time, slowly turning yellow and falling into the air.
The divine tree was so huge that its canopy covered half of the sky. When it shed its leaves, the endless leaves rustled down. When the sea breeze blew, half of Tokyo was almost turned into a world of falling leaves.
The Island nation's culture had a tradition of mourning, and it had affected the ordinary people. If it was cherry blossoms, it would be fine. But when the Tokyoites saw the falling leaves of the Sacred Tree, they will not be happy. Instead, they will be terrified.
Fear of the Sacred Tree's change!
She was panicking over whether some disaster had happened!
"It's the Sacred Tree that protects Tokyo."
An 80-year-old man sat on the ground and looked at the withered Sacred Tree with tears in his eyes. "This country, is it over?"
The elderly of the Island nation were the most superstitious. Many of them tied their faith to the Sacred Tree.
"Ah, it's over, it's over."
On the streets of Shinjuku, where people were drinking in broad daylight, a few drunk middle-aged men emerged from a bar house.
They were born and grew up in the golden age of the Island nation's rapid development.
However, not long after entering society and starting a family, they encountered a series of economic crises. After the lost 20 years, the appearance of the Sacred Tree brought a new round of prosperity. Although this round of prosperity had little to do with the ordinary people, they felt honored.
To put it bluntly, the Island nation's confidence in the supernatural had increased unprecedentedly. The reliable status of the Sacred Tree replaced Moribe Takeo and became the source of most of this confidence.
But at this time, the Sacred Tree was faintly withering. How could the Tokyoites not be terrified?
"What is it?" A construction worker who was pushing a wheelbarrow in the construction site patted the leaves off his face.
He looked up at the withered towering tree. The falling leaves were like the collapse of a tall building, and the light of the world was blocked by the sea of leaves.