Mizugata screamed like a beast, and even though his limbs were bound and hung off the ground, he still didn't give up.

"Give up, no one will survive the attack of the glass-colored peacock." Ayasegawa Bow held the hilt of the knife in his hand, and the brilliant light flowed on the blade, like a radiant Milky Way, in which bloomed like a planet-like flower bud.

"Bastard!" Mizugata Yuta is holding a glass-colored peacock that is almost liquid-shaped, and it is indeed like what Ayasegawa Yukini said, even if he tries his best, he can't break free from the restraints.

"The glass-colored peacock can absorb the spiritual pressure of the bound to provide the bloom of these flowers." Ayasegawa Yukito stretched out his hand and gently stroked a flower bud that was about to bloom, "If the bound person does not have spiritual pressure, he will replace it with life. When these flowers bloom, your life will come to an end."

Mizugata Nayuta's range of movements is getting smaller and smaller, and it seems that it has been affected by the glass-colored peacock.

"It's good that the captain isn't here," Ayasegawa sighed, Team Eleven has always advocated fighting by strength, and the glass-colored peacock is obviously a sword that belongs to the Onido Department, which looks out of place among the big men of Team Eleven. Ayasegawa Yukina also concealed the true liberation of the glass-colored peacock, and such a weapon was very different from the current Eleven Team leader's concept of battle.

The sky was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and it seemed as if something bigger was coming.

"What, what is this," Mizugata looked up slowly, "can't even handle this kind of opponent?"

Ayasegawa frowned, a different feeling spread in his heart, the water shape in front of him Yuta was a little different from just now.

"Absorb spiritual pressure and life, I see." The other party smacked his lips, and the colorful colors on the original glass-colored peacock suddenly became chaotic, and at the same time, the buds on it withered when they were about to bloom, and then splashed on the ground like broken glass and shattered into slag.

"The spiritual pressure is actually going backwards?" Ayasegawa Yukini was shocked, but at this time, the sword seemed to not belong to him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"It's over, Death." The water-shaped Yuta's body slowly fell to the ground, and the gray-white glass-colored peacock wrapped around his body like tentacles, like an attachment to his body, "If they can't do it, I'll do it."

This is obviously not a person from just now, is it another personality? It's over, it's a preconceived idea. The other party's ability is obviously much more complicated, "I've never heard of humans having such abilities," Ayasegawa Yukini said but felt a loss of strength, which was the reason for the excessive loss of spiritual pressure.

"What is your Grim Reaper's definition of this ability called the Perfection Technique," Mizugata approached Ayasegawa Bow with many tentacles wrapped around him, and he looked at the other man condescendingly, "Let's call it that."

"Impossible!" Ayasegawa Yukini knows what the completion technique is. If a living human survives after being attacked by the void, then there is a high probability that the descendants of this person will have spiritual pressure. But that's all about relying on an object, how can it be like him, "The Manifestation Technique is all capable of sustenance, but you ......"

"That's just an incomplete manifestation technique," Shogata Nayuta stretched out his hand, more tentacles wrapped around Ayasegawa Yukin. "I myself am the object you spoke of, and I have a total of five personalities, and these personalities are my fulfillment." As his words fell, the last glimmer of light that Ayasegawa could see was obscured by the gray-white tentacles.

"This is ......" Broken Bee's eyes widened, and all the scenery around him turned black and white like a negative exposed by a camera, and he couldn't hear any sound or feel any spiritual pressure except himself.

"This is the end of time," Momohiko Omi appeared in front of Shattered Bee in his previous state of blurring, "Sounds cool, I came up with the name myself."

Broken Bee frowned lightly and said nothing, swinging his knife and slashing at the other party. Hyakhiko Omi didn't dodge in the slightest, and the blood drew an elegant arc on his chest.

"There's no end here," Omi Momohiko stood in front of the Broken Bee again, looking helplessly at the Broken Bee cut down in front of him

Hurt himself, one arm on his shoulder.

Broken Bee took a half step back in amazement, she couldn't understand the current scene. He had obviously killed the other party, but the scene of blood splattering was right in front of his eyes, but whether it was himself wielding a knife or Hyakhiko Omi who was about to fall down, it was as if he had been frozen, and even the blood splashed was frozen in mid-air.

"Kill the enemy, finches!" Broken Bee didn't understand, but it didn't matter to her. With a loud shout, the knife in her hand turned into a black and yellow finger cuff and inserted it into the middle finger of her right hand, and at the same time, there was an extra wrist armor of the same color as the finger cuff on her wrist, and several golden silk threads were connected at both ends.

Hyakhiko Omi covered his face with helplessness, "So you're still going to continue, right?"

A yellow shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Omi Hyakuhiko only felt a tingling pain in his right cheek, but he didn't fall down like before.

"What are you going to do?" Momohiko Omi took a half-step back, clutched his stabbed cheek, and turned to look at the broken bee. It was clear that she had attacked herself, but not with a single blow like before. At this time, Omi Momohiko's face had a black mark that looked like a four-petaled butterfly, but he didn't notice it.

"The ability of the finch bee is to kill with two hits, as long as I am injured in one position on your body twice, even if you are a Daluo Immortal, you will not survive." As he spoke, the broken bee flashed in front of Hyahiko Omi again, and the finch bee easily penetrated the palm that Hyamohiko Omi used to cover it, and stabbed him in the cheek again.

A black mark like an eight-petaled flower bloomed on Momohiko Omi's cheek, "...... you," he knelt on with an expression of disbelief.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Omi Momohiko appeared behind himself who was kneeling on the ground, with a sad look on his face, "Are you Grim Reapers, are you all brains broken, aren't you all the same if you kill me directly and use your power to kill me?"

The broken bee shook his head, and the self in front of him was shaking the liberated finch bee with his side hand, and it seemed that the result was the same as just now, but his body froze in place, and the two braids on the back of his head were also very chic and fixed in mid-air.

"How can you have such ability?" Broken Bee was stunned and said, the situation in front of him could not be measured by common sense for a long time.

"Don't do it, I'll say it slowly." Hyamohiko Omi spread his hands, "From the beginning to the present, you have been attacking me, and you have not given me a chance to speak at all. Now that you've figured it out, let me say a few words."

The Broken Bee didn't make any movements, which made Omi Baihiko breathe a long sigh of relief, "My ability is called 'Interval Retreat', which can rewind time by a small amount, so you've been repeating the action of killing me."

"And what are these?" Broken Bee understood, and she pointed to herself as she froze in place.

"You forced me," Momohiko Omi said proudly, "This is a timeline that is different from reality, anything can happen here, but it doesn't affect reality, you know?" He slammed the blood splattering in front of him with a crisp thud, "That's why I call it the end of time, it's great."

"You say...... None of this is true?" Crusher Bee sighed tricky.

Omi Baihiko looked relieved, "Yes, my purpose is just to drag you down, so don't do it again, we have no grudges." Can't you have a good talk with the amiable people, and you don't have to fight to the death."

"This space is all yours?" Broken Bee asked rhetorically.

"yes," Momohiko Omi nodded, still looking proud of his abilities, "I'm surprised."

"Isn't that the end of this by destroying this space?" The crushed bee raised the finch bee, and a yellow spirit pressed on the finch bee's fingertips.