The smoke and dust from the explosion, mixed with the smell of charring, slowly dissipated.

At some unknown point, a dense swarm of insects had appeared above the towering buildings.

The sound of their flapping wings merged into a spine-tingling buzz, like a death knell echoing from Hell.

In an instant, the insect tide covered the sky!

Kujo Koji's face showed a rare expression of surprise.

This was clearly something he had not anticipated.

The opponent's ability to instantly force Wada Hirayama back meant their strength absolutely could not be underestimated.

This was naturally Zhou Huai controlling Caesar to make a move.

Although Caesar was an SSS-Class Professional, his Rank was currently only 19.

In a head-on confrontation, he might not be a match for the Rank 70-plus Wada Hirayama.

But Zhou Huai still decided to take the risk; he had to keep Wada Hirayama here.

Soma Kosuke could not die.

Strictly speaking, Soma Kosuke could not die here yet.

If Soma Kosuke died, the Omiya Family would no longer pose a threat to the Kujo Family.

At that point, the Sakura Country would truly become dominated solely by the Kujo Family.

He would then lose the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

This was not what Zhou Huai wanted to see.

Wada Hirayama snorted coldly and looked around.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"Since you've made a move, why not show yourself directly?"

A huge question mark appeared in his heart at that moment.

In his memory, it seemed no Insect Tamer could control such a massive insect tide.

And be able to use the insect tide to cause such violent explosions.

Kujo Koji's voice came from the side, carrying a trace of solemnity.

"This person is very likely external aid invited by the Ōmiya Family."

"Mr. Wada, please be careful."

Wada Hirayama said nothing, merely drawing the tachi from his waist.

The blade was like a pool of autumn water, reflecting a cold, clear light in the night.

A mountain-heavy Aura began to accumulate around him.

Kujo Koji did not linger after speaking.

Now that an unexpected change had occurred, the Family Head of the Kujō Family chose immediately to retreat first and ensure his own safety.

He nodded slightly toward Wada Hirayama, then quickly led his subordinates downstairs.

Zhou Huai also silently descended the stairs, following the chaotic crowd.

The face that belonged to "Matsutake Gen" bore the same fear and panic as everyone else.

Yet, his consciousness was already connected, via invisible threads, to the black cloud of death in the sky.

Under his control, the insect tide launched a fearless attack against Wada Hirayama.

"Buzz—"

The harsh buzzing suddenly intensified.

The dense swarm of insects instantly split into several teams, shooting toward Wada Hirayama from all directions like arrows released from a bowstring.

Their goal was clear: to turn their bodies into the most spectacular fireworks of death.

There was not the slightest ripple of emotion on Wada Hirayama's aged face.

He simply stood there quietly, watching the overwhelming black insect tide approach.

Not until the swarm was less than ten meters from him.

Did he move.

There were no unnecessary movements, just a simple swing of his blade.

A silver lightning bolt flashed and disappeared in the air.

It was extremely fast, not even stirring a breath of wind.

The hundreds of Shadow Demon Worms rushing at the front suddenly stiffened.

The next second, their bodies were silently sliced in half, as if cut by an invisible sharp blade, and fell from the sky.

However, even more Shadow Demon Worms surged forward fearlessly.

The moment they got close to Wada Hirayama, they detonated their bodies without hesitation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of dense explosions suddenly erupted on the rooftop.

The self-detonating Shadow Demon Worms were like black fireworks, blooming brilliantly in the night sky.

The blinding firelight and violent shockwaves instantly swallowed Wada Hirayama's figure completely.

The surrounding buildings suffered the consequences.

The blast wave from the explosion was like an invisible sledgehammer, slamming fiercely against the fragile glass curtain walls.

"Crash—!"

Large sections of glass shattered instantly, turning into a rain of glittering droplets that poured down from high above.

Vicious cracks appeared on the concrete walls.

The entire building groaned under the strain of the continuous explosions and began to shake violently.

Fortunately, the crowd below had been evacuated in time, otherwise, it would have caused mass casualties.

From the center of the explosive smoke and dust, a figure shot out like a ghost.

Wada Hirayama's figure moved rapidly through the air, so fast that he only left behind a series of blurred afterimages.

Ultimately, his speed was still too fast for the Shadow Demon Worms.

Those suicidal self-detonations couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Every time the tachi in his hand swung, it brought forth deadly silver light.

Hundreds of thousands of Shadow Demon Worms were easily shattered, turning into debris scattered across the sky.

But the number of the insect tide seemed endless.

As soon as one area was cleared, more insects immediately surged in from all directions, continuing their resolute charge.

Wada Hirayama's brow finally furrowed.

He felt as if he had sunk into a sticky swamp.

Although these insects posed no real threat to him, they were like countless annoying flies, trapping him firmly in place and making it impossible to move.

He abruptly stopped moving and hovered in mid-air.

Gripping the blade with both hands, he raised it high above his head.

An Aura far more terrifying than before erupted violently from his aged body!

"You rat hiding your head and showing your tail!"

His roar was like a clap of thunder, shaking the sky.

"Allow me to show you my true power!"

The moment his words fell, the tachi in his hand lit up with a dazzling, brilliant light.

The light was so dazzling, it was as if he held a miniature sun in his grasp.

"One-Blade Style: Moon Wheel!"

Accompanied by an angry shout, the tachi in his hand slashed down fiercely!

A massive, seemingly substantial silver ring expanded rapidly, centered on him!

Wherever the ring passed, the very space seemed to be sliced open.

Whether it was the hard concrete walls or the charging swarm of Shadow Demon Worms, they disintegrated upon contact!

"Rumble—!"

A deafening crash sounded.

The top floor of the entire skyscraper was actually shaved off by more than ten meters by that single strike!

Countless fragments of rebar and concrete fell from the sky like meteorites, smashing huge craters into the ground.

Tens of thousands of Shadow Demon Worms were instantly vaporized and gasified by this world-destroying strike.

The sky cleared instantly.

However, there was no trace of joy on Wada Hirayama's face.

His gaze was fixed intently downward.

He saw even more Shadow Demon Worms continuously pouring out from the shadowy corners of the city.

They gathered into a black torrent, climbing up the exterior walls of the building once more.

Endless, as if they could never be completely killed.