It was unknown how long time had passed.

Dawn was approaching.

Yet the World Within the Painting remained an eternal bloody night sky.

Within the battlefield at this moment,

apart from Kujo Koji, Wada Hirayama, Bhadra, and that mysterious Man in White Suit, no one survived.

On the ground, aside from a large number of corpses from the Kujo Family forces and abandoned vehicles,

there were a full twelve corpses belonging to Soma Kosuke alone.

In other words, during this period of time, the three top SS-Rank Professionals joined forces to kill Soma Kosuke twelve times.

Yet high above in the sky, beneath that ominous blood moon, Soma Kosuke's figure condensed and formed once again like an inescapable nightmare.

He looked down expressionlessly, his eyes growing increasingly hollow.

After a long and intense battle, the four people below were all practically in a sorry state.

Wada Hirayama's complexion was as pale as paper, the hand holding his blade trembled incessantly, and his breathing was heavy and disordered.

Every swing of the blade was a massive drain on him.

He had already reached his own limit.

Bhadra's bronze-colored skin had also lost its luster; although his face looked slightly better than Wada Hirayama's, it wasn't much better either.

His chest heaved violently, and his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

The only one in the entire arena whose condition could still be considered decent was probably Kujo Koji.

From start to finish, he had been firmly protected in the center by three SS-Rank Experts, practically never making a move himself.

"This is no way to go on!"

Bhadra looked up at Soma Kosuke, who had reappeared in the sky, his voice filled with irritation and impatience.

"We need to find a way to get out of this ghost place!"

"If this keeps up, all of us will be worn down to death alive by this undying bastard!"

The Man in White Suit pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the lenses reflecting the light of the blood moon, making him look somewhat cold.

"To break this Domain, there are only two methods."

"First, use power far exceeding the upper limit of this Domain to forcefully shatter it from the outside."

"As for this point, we cannot do it right now."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three people present.

"Second, find the main body of the Yasakani no Magatama."

"As long as its connection with this Domain is destroyed, everything here will collapse on its own."

Bhadra knitted his brows, pointed at that blood moon in the sky, and asked in a gruff voice.

"Isn't that it right there?"

The Man in White Suit shook his head.

"The blood moon is merely a symbol of the Yasakani no Magatama's power within this Domain, but it is not its main body."

"The only thing I can be certain of is that the main body of the Yasakani no Magatama is definitely within this Domain."

"However, Soma Kosuke can disguise it as anything—a grain of sand, a stone, or even the ground beneath our feet."

"It is quite difficult for us to find it."

After hearing this, a fierce glint flashed through Bhadra's eyes.

"Since that's the case, then I'll destroy everything visible here for you!"

"I want to see where else he can hide!"

Before his voice faded, Bhadra took a fierce step forward.

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar exploded thunderously from his mouth.

His already burly physique began to expand instantly, and dazzling golden light lit up on his bronze-colored skin.

His muscles knotted and surged upwards section by section!

Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters...

Within just a few breaths, he transformed into a golden buddha Dharma form standing twenty meters tall!

The golden buddha possessed a solemn and dignified appearance with three heads and six arms, its eyes wide with fury, and holy yet overbearing golden radiance flowed all over its body, resembling a demon-subduing Vajra walking out of mythology.

A terrifying coercive pressure swept across the entire arena with him at the center.

Even Wada Hirayama on the side instinctively took half a step back, a trace of dread flashing in his eyes.

"Vajra Dharma Form!"

Bhadra, who had transformed into a giant golden buddha, brought all six of his arms together in front of his chest.

The giant mouth of one of his heads suddenly opened, letting out an angry roar like a giant bell and drum.

"Great Sun! Vajra! Demon-Breaking Wheel!"

"Hum—"

Amidst a piercing roar, a massive golden wheel of light exceeding thirty meters in diameter rapidly condensed in his clasped palms.

That wheel of light was like a miniature sun, emanating a terrifying high temperature sufficient to melt steel, illuminating the entire World Within the Painting into a realm of pure gold.

Even the radiance of the blood moon in the sky appeared dull and lightless at this moment.

"Break... for me!!!"

Bhadra pushed forward fiercely with all six arms.

That golden "sun" then carried the terrifying momentum of incinerating all things as it crushed forward roaring.

Wherever the golden light passed, everything was instantly vaporized.

The luxury cars parked on the roadside quietly turned into a puddle of molten iron the moment they made contact with the golden light, evaporating immediately after.

The hard mountain rocks melted away like ice and snow within the golden light.

Those patches of trees in the distance dyed with ink-like colors turned directly into flying ash without even managing to ignite a spark of fire.

Even Soma Kosuke, who had just condensed and formed in mid-air, didn't even have time to launch his next attack before he was once again completely swallowed by this overwhelmingly overbearing golden light, leaving not even a trace behind.

"Rumble—!!!"

The terrifying golden wheel of light plowed straight through all the way, unstoppable.

It plowed a giant trench a hundred meters wide out of this world composed of paintings.

The entire world trembled violently under this power, as if it could collapse at any moment.

However, the golden light dispersed.

On the battlefield flattened to the ground, nothing was left except the charred, vitrified ground.

There was no trace of the Yasakani no Magatama.

Not even a trace of energy fluctuation from the Divine Artifact appeared.

The light of Bhadra's giant golden buddha body rapidly dimmed, reverting to its original appearance.

He knelt on one knee on the ground, panting heavily as sweat slid down his temples like streams.

That strike just now had nearly exhausted all his power.

He raised his head and looked at Soma Kosuke, who was once again beginning to condense his figure under the blood moon, his expression growing even uglier.

Dammit!

Exactly where on earth did he hide the Yasakani no Magatama?

Wada Hirayama at the side looked at the Man in White Suit and said seriously, "Could your guess be wrong? Perhaps the main body of the Yasakani no Magatama isn't in this Domain at all?"

"Or perhaps..."

Before Wada Hirayama could finish speaking,

the Man in White Suit shook his head and said with absolute certainty, "No, my analysis cannot be wrong. The Yasakani no Magatama is right inside this Domain."

Wada Hirayama narrowed his eyes,

feeling somewhat unconvinced: "On what basis are you so certain? This is also the first time we've witnessed the effects of the Yasakani no Magatama, and there has never been any record before. Even we people of Sakura Country don't know, yet you understand it so well?"

Facing Wada Hirayama's questioning, the Man in White Suit sneered: "Sorry, regarding the understanding of the Divine Artifact Yasakani no Magatama, my level is indeed above all of you."

Wada Hirayama's aura remained undiminished: "If you really understand it so well, then go ahead and find the Yasakani no Magatama out."

"What kind of big talk are you spouting here?"

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two of them became tense with daggers drawn.

At this tense moment, Kujo Koji, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"Alright, you two stop arguing."

"I actually have an idea."

The two of them shut their mouths with tacit understanding, looking at Kujo Koji in unison.

Kujo Koji slowly spoke:

"Tell me, is it possible..."

"That the Yasakani no Magatama is right on our own bodies?"