Chapter 1185 Battle of Spells

Eighteen hand seals were pressed into the peach wood sword, igniting the eighteen talismans embedded within it. The flames died out instantly, and from the sword, eighteen streams of golden light surged into the sky, vanishing into the night. The once dark and glossy peach wood sword now turned golden, resembling a powerful and formidable divine weapon. Kakumei swiftly drew the sword from the altar and pointed it towards Kazuhiko's direction, each thrust not targeting the same spot. With every thrust of the peach wood sword, a streak of golden light fell from the sky like a meteor, landing around six meters away from Kazuhiko, forming mysterious patterns on the ground. In just a few breaths, eighteen golden lights had fallen, creating eighteen mystical patterns that emitted nocturnal glows, encircling Kazuhiko and two others. This spectacle instilled fear on Jōji's face, "Master, what kind of marvelous secret technique is this?" "Merely a minor trick, don't be nervous," Kazuhiko sc