The fist that arrived slightly late due to the detour was half a second too slow, hitting the fish’s neck.
At that subtle mont, he concentrated, adjusting the angle, holding his breath in deep focus. Without thinking about anything else, just completing the task. No need for any thoughts, no need for any explanations. Just let that rock-hard fist, devoid of any emotion.
In the blink of an eye, the fist, imbued with all its demonic power, struck the Sea Master without resistance.
An instant.
Blazing light burst forth.
Like the most brilliant fireworks blooming in the dark night.
"Scatter——"
Soone shouted loudly, followed by a deafening roar.
The enormous blast wave erupted on the spot, as if a massive incendiary bomb had exploded, turning everything in its path into a sea of fire.
No one could enter the heart of the explosion.
The heat wave rolled forth, forcing both combatants to retreat, speechlessly gazing at the dazzling light.
The heart of the fire.
Fujiwara Reya flapped his wings slowly, floating half a ter above the ground.
The demonic power shield always on, wasting a bit of demonic power didn’t matter, he didn’t want his beautiful wings to get scorched. The layer of demonic power appeared like a translucent bubble tinted by the firelight, impervious to the flas.
Beneath his feet.
The Sea Master lay motionless on the ground.
Sizzling sounds continuously erged from it, fish scales were singed one by one, soon the aroma of grilled fish wafted out.
Indeed.
In simpler terms.
He had beco what one would call a "dead one."
No resistance offered, no signs of fear, not even a faint moan. As if rely feeling a chill, his body shivered slightly, and this high-ranking demon general crossed the line separating life and death, going to Yomi Country without shedding a drop of blood.
Fujiwara Reya inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of grilled fish.
Good.
It had been a long ti since he exerted full force like this, he felt at ease now.
With the demonic power completely drained, a massive sense of emptiness surged through his body.
Standing at the very center of the sea of fire, Fujiwara Reya closed his eyes, relishing the long-missed sensation of fatigue.
Gradually.
Between heaven and earth, countless demonic energies rolled in, converging into his body.
Gradually filled up.
And gradually overflowed.
In the extre heat, even the passage of ti seed to slow down.
The twisted, turbulent demonic energy roiled over the surface of his skin, as if unable to be contained, yearning to erupt outwards.
This is...
Fujiwara Reya raised his hand to look.
A vague feeling arose within him.
It seems.
He had been too complacent in Tokyo for too long, making his body dissatisfied.
For the first ti in a year, he used full force, the dormant vast demonic power inside fully mobilized, all released in an instant, and amidst the emptiness, his realm slightly elevated.
From a junior demon general, he advanced to a mid-level demon general.
Because he had just broken through, still unfamiliar with the power, the replenished demonic power inside leaked uncontrollably outwards.
"Why did I only advance one realm..."
Fujiwara Reya shook his head with slight regret.
The last ti he exerted full force, he had elevated by two whole realms.
He had regressed!
It seed that indeed, a comfortable life would make a demon slack and make a demon regress... Fujiwara Reya pondered for a mont, deciding that in the future, while training... no, instructing Asuka, he also needed to train himself sowhat.
Raising the feathered fan in his hand, he waved it gently.
The flas were dispersed, spreading in all directions, the heat wave surged forward, a hundred or so Crow Tengu or Spider Demons watching the sea of fire both near and far, silently waiting.
Suddenly, the flas wavered.
Sothing parted the firelight, erging from the sea of fire.
"..." The expressions of the Spider Demons flustered at once.
"Young Master!"
The Crow Tengu cheered.
Looking at the excited subordinates, Fujiwara Reya raised an eyebrow, pressed the feathered fan down: "Leave no one alive!"
"Kill——"
The long-paused flashes of swords and bullets once again flew.
A figure was struck from the ground, vomiting blood as he slid back to the ground, gazing at the airborne Fujiwara Reya, Tsuchiya Kazuma’s eyes filled with fear, panic, despair, and other emotions.
He had never seen such a soul-stirring scene.
A voice within kept urging him to flee, yet his body rely collapsed onto the ground, Tsuchiya Kazuma curled up like a shrimp, his gaze following Fujiwara Reya, as if so power had captured his sight, even his soul trembling in concert.
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