Chapter 235: Final Breath
Tahara and Otake were fighting fiercely, their mouths and arms streaming with blood. They were both panting heavily. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a ghostly glow over the ancestral spirit, who was standing tall and with his hands on his shoulders as tears dripped from his eyes. Slowly, he felt a drop of dampness dripping down his shoulders.
His first thought was, "Am I sweating?"
Suddenly, the rain poured down profoundly as the Mourning Curator opened his arms wide and with smiles across his face.
“Fools, to think I will shed a sweat. There isn’t any god who will shed a sweat amid a battle.”
Tahara and Otake rose from their feet, who were standing at the center of the battlefield.
What makes us going to beat you here and now for that reason? Otake said.
The Mourning Curator smiled, disappeared as he drew his attention towards Otake as the duo gripped their swords tightly and dashed towards him.