"Impossible, impossible, impossible! You damn human, die!"
Watching Soji stroll leisurely through his dense barrage of attacks, Mōryō grew increasingly enraged.
All along, aside from the Miko of the Land of Demons, Mōryō had always looked down on humans.
In Mōryō's eyes, humans were greedy, weak, and utterly worthless, let alone capable of posing any threat to it.
But today, Mōryō had been humiliated again and again. This had already crossed its bottom line.
In other words, only by killing the human before it could it wash away this disgrace!
Yet from the looks of it, that did not seem to be an easy task either.
What even Mōryō itself had failed to notice was that it had actually begun to panic.
Of course, Mōryō had been rather fortunate. During the era when Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha dominated the Ninja World, it had still been sealed away.
By the time Mōryō broke free of its seal to stir up trouble, Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha were both already dead.
That was why Mōryō had come to believe that the Ninja World's shinobi were nothing special, and that only the Miko of the Land of Demons could threaten it.
Yet just as it was about to cause trouble, it was sealed by Miroku, the previous Miko of the Land of Demons.
When Mōryō broke free of the seal again, it was no longer so lucky. It had encountered Soji's era!
Yet Mōryō was still viewing the Ninja World through the lens of before it had been sealed, so how could it possibly avoid suffering a crushing loss?
"Even with your soul and body fused, you're still nothing impressive! I thought you could give me a little more fun, but now it seems you're truly disappointing!"
After dodging another attack from