Seeing that those two guys were actually still continuing their attacks.
The Evil God's face instantly turned from a deep purple to a deathly pale shade.
She gritted her teeth, her mind resolute as she decided to launch one final, desperate struggle.
Although in the rumors, the Perfect Susanoo was incredibly powerful.
But in the end, it was just a rumor; who could know for certain if it was actually that formidable?
At that thought, the fear in her heart receded slightly, and she let out a cold snort:
"Do not think that because I begged for mercy, I truly fear you."
"I merely wished to seek profit through peace, but since you are so heartless, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"
As she spoke, the hundreds of purple tentacles—once only as thick as a fist—bulged until they were as stout as heavy thighs.
Like a dance of maddened pythons, they all reared high into the air.
Their terrifying momentum seemed ready to tear the sky asunder before they swept toward the rapidly approaching Rasa with the force of a crashing mountain!
BOOM!
As the hundreds of tentacles blotted out the sky, the houses below were instantly pulverized by the gale-force pressure they generated.
The power was soul-chilling; sturdy two-story buildings, three-story villas, and even four-story commercial blocks.
In that horrific wind, they all collapsed like fragile paper under a single blow.
Countless stones and debris flew in every direction, leaving a scene of absolute ruin.
Rasa, flying toward the Evil God at high speed, watched the hundreds of bared fangs—tentacles like demonic claws—streaking toward him, and noted the innocent houses suffering below.
He frowned slightly, his body flickering as he quickly drew the twenty-meter-long red blade hanging from the Perfect Susanoo's waist.
Then, with exquisite control, he swung the blade forward with calculated force.
What looked like a casual swing actually contained boundless power.
The air ahead was instantly shredded as if by a colossal razor, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing shriek that could pierce a man's soul.
A crescent-shaped red energy blade, like a bolt of radiant lightning, streaked forward with an indomitable aura.
Wherever it passed, even the ground a hundred meters below was cleaved open.
A bottomless trench, hundreds of meters wide, appeared in its wake—a sight of sheer, staggering devastation.
And those hundreds of tentacles, which had seemed indestructible as they charged with mountain-crushing force, couldn't even manage a second of resistance before that red energy blade.
In less than half a second, they were all hacked into a fine, bloody pulp.
The countless bits of purple meat scattered in the wind like a dreamlike rain of violet gore.
Watching her hundreds of tentacles get shredded in an instant.
The Evil God's face turned incredibly grim, and her heart instantly realized the truth.
How utterly wrong her self-righteous assumptions had been.
The Perfect Susanoo was indeed an existence she could not hope to withstand!
Panic struck her heart, and she scrambled to fly higher.
In a single breath, she shot upward like an arrow for dozens of meters.
Rising from a hundred meters to a hundred and fifty meters above the ground.
SQUELCH!
Just as the Evil God continued her rapid ascent, she heard an incredibly faint sound.
Then, she felt a sudden lightness in her lower half.
A strange sensation spread through her soul like an invisible force, filling her with a deeply ominous premonition.
Immediately following that, her body surged upward several times faster, propelled by some mysterious force.
In the blink of any eye, she had reached two hundred meters.
But there was no joy on her face; instead, she was consumed by an endless tide of agony.
Because right after that, a violent surge of pain erupted from her lower body.
The pain flooded her entire form, turning her face deathly pale as fine beads of sweat broke out on her jellyfish head.
It was clear: her lower body had been ruthlessly severed by that red energy blade!
The price for that inexplicable burst of speed was the loss of her entire lower half.
From the severed wound, multi-colored fluids gushed out like a fountain.
The vibrant colors dyed the sky below, creating a scene that was as beautiful as it was macabre.
Her severed lower half, weighing several tons, fell toward the ruins below like a massive meteorite, hitting with a dull thud and leaving a crater several meters deep.
Looking closely, the pit was filled with blood and chunks of meat, looking hideously grotesque.
After reaching four hundred meters in height.
The Evil God didn't dare look back at the carnage below; she sped away into the distance without hesitation.
At the same time, thick layers of purple gel began to grow around her remaining upper body.
It seemed to be some form of defense.
As she flew at high speed through the low altitude, enduring the pain from her shattered form, she plotted in her mind.
If she couldn't afford to provoke them, surely she could afford to hide?
After all, a human lifespan was a mere hundred years—a fleeting moment to her—she could afford to wait them out.
She just needed to return to her pitch-black home for a few decades.
Once they grew old and died, she would return!
As for this new Sage Land, those humans surely wouldn't be able to decipher its mysteries.
Even if the worst happened and the Sage Land was leveled, it didn't matter.
As long as her life was spared, she could always start over.
Besides, with her current strength, even returning home, she wouldn't have to live with her tail between her legs like before.
At that thought, her gaze sharpened with determination, her speed increasing until she vanished into the horizon.
Throughout this, she remained on high alert, scanning her surroundings with terrified precision.
After flying for several miles, she couldn't help but steal a glance back.
When she saw that the man hadn't pursued her, she finally let out a long, shaky sigh of relief.
Rasa, however, was controlling the hundred-meter-tall Perfect Susanoo, drifting slowly at five hundred meters.
His eyes were locked onto the fleeing Evil God.
He commanded the Susanoo to draw the red longblade flickering with an eerie light once more, gripping it with both hands as he prepared to go all out.
At an altitude of five hundred meters, this full-power strike shouldn't cause too much damage to the structures below, right?
Rasa thought to himself.
The armored skeletal hands moved slowly, before swinging forward with violent intensity.
Instantly, a massive, visible red energy blade shot from the longsword like a bolt of lightning.
It swept forward at a staggering supersonic speed of a thousand meters per second.
A deafening sonic boom echoed through the air like the roar of a thunder god.
The clouds in the low altitude were instantly vaporized, turning into scattered fragments and creating a terrifying vacuum zone.
During this, the peaks of dozens of mountains—each several hundred meters high—along the path were clean-shaven by the red energy blade.
That razor-sharp blade seemed capable of slicing through anything in existence.
The Evil God, who had already fled over ten miles, suddenly felt an inexplicable premonition of crisis surge like a tide.
Moreover, this feeling intensified until it felt as though death would descend in the very next heartbeat.
She barely hesitated, shooting upward as fast as she could.
SLICE!
Suddenly, that familiar sound rang out again.
In those mere thirty seconds, her fully regenerated lower body was severed once more.
And this time, there wasn't even a recognizable corpse left; it was ground into dust.
Not only that, but her upper body felt as if it had been struck by some god-like force.
It shattered completely, turning into thousands of chunks of meat of varying sizes, ranging from a few pounds to dozens.
The defensive purple gel she had deliberately grown hadn't offered any protection at all.
Her mouth, now split into several pieces and falling toward the earth, muttered one final sentence.
"I'm finished!"
Though her entire upper body had been broken into thousands of pieces—which for any other species would mean absolute death.
But for the Evil God, with her high-speed regenerative abilities, this wasn't an impossible problem.
As long as a few chunks of her head remained.
It would only take a minute for the meat to grow back into a complete individual.
If all the fragments fused and grew together, the time could be halved.
But the current problem was that one minute was more than enough time for that man to catch up!
A few seconds later.
The chunks of meat fell like meteors, accompanied by a series of dull "thud" sounds as they hit the ground.
Each piece carried a weird sense of silence, as if mourning the Evil God's tragic fate.
But that silence lasted less than a few seconds before it was shattered.
The chunks of meat that hit the dirt began to grow rapidly at a visible rate the moment they touched the earth.
The surface of the meat glowed with a strange light, as if a mysterious power were surging within.
The thousands of pieces scattered about began to crawl and wriggle toward each other at an unbelievable speed, starting to fuse.
Those too far apart simply sprouted several tough tentacles of their own.
Using these tentacles, the distant chunks of meat rushed toward the center like bolts of lightning to join the fusion.
In just a few seconds, the previously shattered pieces began to form several blurry jellyfish outlines.
When Rasa arrived ten seconds later.
He discovered in astonishment that a dozen large chunks of meat, already clearly jellyfish-shaped, were continuing to fuse and grow.
Those dozen connected masses seemed to sense Rasa observing them from above.
Their fusion hesitated for a split second.
Then they began to fuse even more frantically.
As if trying to return to their original, complete form in the shortest possible time.
Rasa remained in control of his Susanoo, floating steadily at five hundred meters, watching this shocking scene with great interest.
He marveled at the creature's regenerative speed, feeling it was almost on par with Cell.
Dozens of seconds flew by.
A massive purple jellyfish, nineteen meters tall, reappeared before Rasa's eyes.
Her eight purple eyes stared straight at Rasa floating in the sky, as if trying to engrave his image into her soul.
Just as Rasa thought she was about to start spewing more arrogant threats.
The giant jellyfish's hundreds of tentacles suddenly curled inward, and her entire body leaned forward in a posture resembling a human kneeling.
Although she tried to restrain her emotions.
From the voice coming from her massive jellyfish mouth, one could clearly hear the fear and the slight tremor within.
Her ethereal voice said, tinged with a sob:
"Sir, please do not strike me again!"
"I am willing to follow your will; from this day forth, I shall be your slave and handmaid."
Rasa raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise in his heart.
He hadn't expected her to buckle so quickly and so completely.
Originally, after seeing her incredible recovery speed.
He had been thinking of staging a spectacular "Ultraman vs. Monster" show.
After all, she had allowed her cultists to commit so many atrocities.
He would have no psychological burden doing whatever he wanted to her.
But this was her second plea for mercy, and it sounded far more sincere this time.
If he continued to act as if he hadn't heard her, it might seem a bit inappropriate.
Rasa thought for a moment, slightly modifying the lines he had prepared.
He said softly:
"Then from now on, you will be my Summoning Beast. You must obey every order I give without question. Any objections?"
Hearing this, the Evil God's eight eyes flickered constantly, as if she were hesitating.
But after less than half a second of indecision, she replied immediately:
"I have no objections!"
"From this day forth, I... no, this concubine shall be your Summoning Beast!"
Rasa began to command the Susanoo to descend slowly, saying as he did so:
"Don't you dare try any tricks with me."
The Evil God immediately lowered her massive jellyfish head to the ground, eagerly declaring her loyalty:
"With a master as powerful as you, I am only too filled with joy to be your beast."
"What tricks could I possibly play?"
Once Rasa landed steadily on the ground, he set about deactivating the Susanoo.
With a thought.
The muscle and armor wrapped around the skeletal frame began to dissolve as if pulled by a mysterious force.
The muscle fibers faded away, hidden behind an invisible veil.
The exquisite patterns on the armor were swallowed bit by bit by the darkness.
The once vivid and imposing Susanoo began to turn illusory, looking as if it could vanish at any moment.
It looked like a giant phantom being scattered by a gentle breeze—beautiful yet fragile.
Ten seconds later, all the Chakra had completely dispersed like a soft wind sweeping away the last of the dust.
Only Rasa was left standing alone, his silhouette long in the glow of the setting sun.
The Evil God, her head still low, used the corners of her eight eyes to watch him with extreme caution.
Her gaze was filled with vigilance and unease, terrified of missing even the slightest change.
When she saw the human actually deactivate the Susanoo.
Her eight eyes flickered as she weighed her options.
But in the end, she made no move; instead, she lowered her head even further, signaling her absolute submission.
Although most humans were foolish, those at the peak of the Ninja World were never so.
The man before her was undeniably a being at the summit of this world.
For him to deactivate the Susanoo so confidently, he must have a powerful backup.
Perhaps this was another test, and she had to treat it with the utmost care.
Besides, looking at it another way, this was an opportunity for her.
Becoming his Summoning Beast was a far better way to integrate into the Ninja World than any other method she had considered.
If she was his summon.
Then whenever he called her into battle, everyone would see her as a legitimate Summoning Beast.
Wouldn't that give her a proper, respectable identity?
She could integrate into human society logically.
And in the end, he was just a human.
She only had to be his beast for a few decades.
Once he died in a few decades, she could still act as an ancestor to his descendants, couldn't she?
At that thought, a surge of excitement and anticipation filled her heart.
Watching the giant purple jellyfish remain in such a submissive state.
Rasa nodded with satisfaction, though a small part of him felt a bit of regret.
It seemed she had truly surrendered.
Rasa thought to himself.
He had originally planned that if she tried to strike once the Susanoo was gone.
He would engage her in close-quarters physical combat to satisfy his own urges.
After all, he wasn't afraid of poison, and his physical durability was likely the best in the current Ninja World.
"What is your name?"
Rasa asked.
"How old are you?"
He followed up with another question.
The giant jellyfish hesitated for a moment before replying respectfully in her ethereal voice:
"This concubine's name is Ziyou; I am two hundred years of age..."
Hearing the name, Rasa looked the purple creature up and down before nodding.
"The name fits your image quite well."
At this point, Rasa added:
"Stop speaking in that archaic way. Although I can understand it, I'm not used to it. Use the way you were speaking before."
A visible, human-like expression of embarrassment appeared on Ziyou's face.
She turned her head away shyly and said:
"I grew up in the waters, where my kin and all other beings speak in this manner."
"I came to the outside world fifty years ago. Although I found that humans no longer use such speech, it is difficult for me to change. I can only manage a semi-archaic style, and when I am in a hurry, it slips out even more."
Rasa's lip twitched at this, his heart filled with a silent realization.
It turned out she was just an old relic who couldn't keep up with the times.
But the beasts of Mount Myōboku and the other two Sage Lands spoke perfectly modern language.
So, just how behind the times was that ocean she lived in?
"Fine. Now we begin the Summoning Contract."
Rasa said slowly.
"However, the contract details will be different from other summons. I'm going to add a few clauses."
At this, Rasa seemed to remember something; he narrowed his eyes and spoke flatly:
"By the way, you can take a human form, can't you?"