Chapter 793: Chapter 629: She Comes from the West, and She Will Return to the West

The one struck by the Nekomata was not Roger, but an illusion formed by Uma; Roger himself was hiding in the surroundings, launching an attack while speaking.

Facing the surprise attack, the Nekomata didn’t panic. Without needing to turn around, her whip changed direction in midair as if it had eyes.

The chaotic dance of the whip’s shadow sealed off all the spaces Roger might have dodged to, and at the same time, a tangible oppression descended once again.

“Where exactly did you enter from?”

It was clear that the leak in the entire space was more worrisome to the Nekomata than Roger and the White Fox, who were merely fools attempting to put on a show.

The Nekomata quickly realized how wrong she’d been.

That’s because Roger was emanating power fluctuations of the same origin as hers, though without the unique properties of the Way of the Asura, the Guardian Spirit that flashed on Roger had broken free from her control.

And Roger himself had already arrived beside the Nekomata, brandishing the Sword of Destiny.

“How is that possible?”

The Nekomata was shocked to her core; she instinctively dodged backward, her face showing a fleeting glimpse of terror.

In truth, Roger also didn’t know what would happen when he faced the Nekomata using the power of the Guardian Spirit, considering the lesson learned from Higurashi Gushan’s previous experiences.

His Guardian Spirit could very likely be suppressed as well.

However, from the Nekomata’s current reaction, things didn’t seem to be as he had guessed.

But Roger’s main goal was not to kill his enemy, but to control them.

Because, as he had just said, he was more interested in the tail that the Nekomata had hidden than in killing her.

The Alder Sword Seal had locked down the entire space, and at the same time, Uma had appeared behind the Nekomata, now using one of her ten powers, Charm.

Unlike the Night Demon’s ability, which only worked on men, White Fox’s level of Charm was evidently higher, amounting to a sort of mind control in a different sense.

In retreat, the Nekomata’s body slightly swayed, and her sinister facial expression softened in an instant, followed by the blood patterns on her cheeks gradually receding.

Her aura decreased, her offensive power plummeted.

And at that moment, Roger had completed the full enclosure of the Alder Sword Seal, with Uma’s diminutive figure floating in midair.

Nine soft, long tails bloomed behind her like flower petals; the next instant, the tails wrapped around her body from behind.

As her figure became visible again, the original fox body had disappeared, and a beautiful woman with skin whiter than snow and a full head of silver hair appeared midair.

She had a pair of emerald green eyes; and in the center of her forehead, there was a triangular petal mark, bright red in color. Uma’s gaze flowed, and her red lips parted slightly.

Her voice intertwined with the energy of her body, creating a strange fluctuation, enveloping the Nekomata, whose gaze gradually grew foggy as if she was completely losing control over her body.

But the next second, Uma’s complexion changed slightly; with a muted groan, a bit of fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth as the Nekomata’s eyes snapped open, breaking free from the bizarre Charm state.

Her body didn’t move, but her lethal whip lashes struck towards Uma’s face.

“Do you really think you can control me?”

The Nekomata sneered, and seeing this, Roger had to release the power in his hands.

The Alder Sword Seal had been gathering strength for a while, and the Nekomata was the first to face it. Her strange abilities seemed ineffective against Roger; against him, she could only fight using the abilities she possessed.

But by then, Roger had already drastically changed from before. His Guardian Spirit had reached the peak of Eight Tails, and judging by the accumulation of energy, he was only a step away from the Sword Master level.

Moreover, Roger’s own realm was also high; even maintaining his current state, accumulating enough power would make him one of the strongest among the Sword Master level upon his ascent.

Of course, if he could define his path before the final advancement, Roger would become one of the very top among the Sword Master’s hierarchy.

He might not be able to contend with Sword Master Cold Crow or Higurashi Gushan, but he’d be far more powerful than the rest.

So faced with the Nekomata’s resistance, Roger controlled the burst of power calmly.

“Perhaps we can have a good talk,” Roger said with a light chuckle.

“That’s a good suggestion.”

“But that should be after I have removed your head,” the Nekomata arrogantly replied, clearly not appreciative of the offer.

Energy vibrated through the space; the special pathway she had formed with Higurashi Gushan seemed on the verge of closing at any moment.

With the Nekomata no longer in control, Higurashi Gushan had recovered, but clearly, he could do nothing. Despite the unknowable distance separating them, they seemed as if they were right before each other’s eyes.

Crossing through space, Higurashi Gushan’s gaze swept over Roger, his expression was nothing but cold indifference, as if looking at a stranger.

Clearly, the power of Higurashi Gushan came from this peculiar Guardian Spirit; he had received power, but at the same time, he had sold himself.

In the process of increasing his power, Higurashi Gushan became aware of this problem, which then led to a series of rebellion.

He hid and chose to seal off his memories, taking refuge in the Land of Eternal Darkness.

But in the end, he still hadn’t escaped his own destiny.

If things continued, it wouldn’t be long before he’d become a complete puppet of the Nekomata.

“Her power is too strong now; I can’t fully interfere with her,” Uma’s voice echoed from the depths of Roger’s heart.

“Serious injury her.”

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Uma’s eyes, “If you want to examine her body, leaving the head and torso is enough. Chop off the rest.”