The Onmyoji recited the incantation, and countless gods jumped out of the shadows and rushed towards Mu Yu. These gods are like a wind, like a raging fire, and like a raging wave. They are attacking like a tidal wave, wave after wave, as if endless.

In the face of this stormy attack, Mu Yu did not panic, his body danced as lightly as a streamer, skillfully dodging every attack. His movements seem to be relaxed, but they are secretly in line with a certain rhythm and strategy. He danced like a graceful dancer, dancing in the shadow of his sword, avoiding attacks with every turn and leap.

Mu Yu held a unique magic seal in his hand, which was the spell he used to harness the wind element. He dodged the attack as he silently chanted a spell in his mind. The wind began to gather and swirl around him, forming an invisible barrier that kept out the attacks of those Shikigami.

However, Onmyoji didn't stop there, he smiled coldly, and a spell appeared in his hand. He quickly recited the spell, and the spell instantly turned into a huge fireball and flew towards Mu Yu. Fireballs burst in mid-air, illuminating the courtyard with blazing firelight.

Mu Yu felt the blazing breath, but he was not afraid. He took a deep breath and strengthened the gathering of the wind elementals. The wind howled, extinguishing the fire in an instant. Under the power of the wind, his body shuttled through the sea of fire nimbly, like a fish swimming against the current, unscathed.

At the same time, he began to look for that opportunity to break through. He knew that this defense was only a temporary strategy, and he had to find that opportunity to break the deadlock in one fell swoop as soon as possible. He observed Onmyoji's movements, predicting the likely path of his next attack, looking for the void where he could win with one blow.

His heartbeat and breath are one, and each step is like a note in a movement. The power of the wind became stronger and more violent under his control. Finally, he found that opportunity. He rushed forward in an instant, gathering all the wind elements in his palm.

A huge tornado formed around him, and with amazing destructive power, it rushed straight towards the Onmyoji. Onmyoji's face changed slightly in the face of this sudden attack, and he quickly waved the spell in his hand to try to resist this force. However, his reaction seemed to be a step slower, and the tornado instantly tossed him to the ground.

Mu Yu didn't stop, he quickly rushed towards the Onmyoji, and the magic seal in his hand changed again. This time, he condensed a huge wall of wind to keep out all Shikigami.

Mu Yu stood there, his body was filled with a dead breath, it was a breath as deep as an abyss, as if even the breath of life had been swallowed. This dead air seems to have become his most powerful weapon, and every movement and every breath he takes carries this dead air, as if telling the edge of life and death.

The movements of the white-masked man were completely different from Mu Yu's, he was elegant and mysterious, like a god who controlled life and death. His hands dance, like an artist swiping colors on the canvas, but in his hands he holds the scepter of life and death, controlling Mu Yu's life.

With the movements of the white-masked man, the dead qi on Mu Yu's body began to churn, like waves stirred by a hurricane, surging layer by layer. As if it had life, these dead qi began to converge into streams of air, flowing along a specific trajectory, and finally condensed into a qi knife, floating between Mu Yu's palms.

It was a knife made of pure death, without any breath of life, only the indifference of death. The dead air that permeated the blade was like a pitch-black night sky, boundless, but the tip of the knife condensed into a little bright light, like a cold star, extremely powerful.

Mu Yu gripped the hilt of the knife, and the qi knife flickered, and a powerful force emanated from the knife, like a cold wind in the dark night, with a chilling killing intent. He raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing with determination, like a beam of light in the abyss, both beautiful and deadly.

The white-masked man looked at Mu Yu and nodded slightly, a yin-yang charm appeared in his hand, and with a slight wave, the spell flew out like a meteor and shot straight at the onmyoji.

The Onmyoji sensed the aura of danger, he hurriedly recited the spell, and a paper fan appeared in his hand, and with a wave of it, the paper fan immediately turned into a barrier, blocking the yin and yang spell. But with Mu Yu's movement of the slashing qi knife, the barrier broke in an instant, and the yin-yang charm broke through the barrier and hit the onmyoji.

In the thick of death, the onmyoji's eyes were full of fear. His body was hit hard by a powerful dark force, and he flew upside down in an instant, falling to the cold floor. The black death qi seemed to have an endless corrosive force, quickly invading his body, causing his skin to gradually lose its blood, as if life was being slowly deprived.

However, the vitality of Onmyoji is tenacious. The anger in his body showed amazing power at this moment. It was a power that came from the source of life, warm and powerful. Anger is like a tenacious flame, gradually resisting the invasion of dead air. In his body, the two forces are in a violent conflict, a life-and-death contest.

Just as the Onmyoji barely relied on his anger to resist the dead qi, Mu Yu reappeared, his eyes flashing with a cold light. The knife in his hand was raised again, and it slashed at the Onmyoji. That sword qi condensed into a black torrent, like a roar from the abyss, and rushed towards the Onmyoji.

This vitality flowed through Onmyoji's body, forming an invisible barrier. It resisted the erosion of death qi, leaving the Onmyoji's body intact. However, just as this barrier was just forming, Mu Yu suddenly slashed, and the blade in his hand turned into a meteor-like black knife qi, instantly cutting off the head of the Onmyoji.

Onmyoji tried his best to resist, but he had no extra strength. The sword flashed, and his head was cut off by Mu Yu and rolled to the ground. The expression on the head was full of astonishment and fear, as if in the moment before he died, he still couldn't believe that his fate would be like this.

And the cruel reality is that Mu Yu's knife has not stopped. He led with a knife and completely shattered the onmyoji's divine consciousness. The divine consciousness that originally represented life and soul turned into nothingness in an instant. Mu Yu's eyes were as cold as stone, as if what was in front of him was nothing more than a pile of lifeless flesh.

The battle ended quickly and coldly, and the life and soul of the Onmyoji were completely stripped of at this moment. His body lay quietly on the floor, eyes that were once full of wisdom and determination, but now lost their luster. Only the head rolled down on the ground, as if telling the glory of the past and the sorrow of the moment.