The Little Old Man's avatar could not maintain itself in the pus-like mist for long and dissipated on its own after a short while.
Kamiya held the ichimonji illuminated by Yang Thunder and continued to walk forward.
After a long time.
"It seems I've walked as long as the diameter of an entire palace. Am I still in the so-called outer layer?"
Kamiya silently estimated the range he had traversed in his mind.
This mist-shrouded youkai palace seemed to connect to another dimension.
The surrounding gray mist had become thick, like nauseating mucus, adding actual resistance to one's movements.
Kamiyagawa continued to keenly observe his surroundings and, in an instant, felt something.
"It's coming."
The lightning on the ichimonji continuously tore through the mist, and through the hazy fog, Kamiya saw outlines vibrating not far away.
