The White-Haired Female Demon looked timid. Her body bore many wounds cut open by sharp fragments of stone, making her appear weak and helpless.
"You—"
Staring at the Pitch-Black Aura wrapped around Kurozawa's hand, the White-Haired Female Demon wanted to ask what exactly Kurozawa was. Demons could generally recognize one another through the connection in their bloodlines, yet she could not determine whether Kurozawa was a demon. But that Pitch-Black Aura was clearly not something a human should possess.
Cutting off the White-Haired Female Demon's pointless words, Kurozawa stepped forward and lifted her face by pressing a finger beneath her chin. His voice was calm yet firm. "Answer my question. Where is the strongest demon on Mount Natagumo?"
"I... I can't say for sure."
The White-Haired Female Demon stammered. Under Kurozawa's close gaze, she felt as though every cell in her body was screaming, urging her to get away from him.
Despair, misfortune, ominousness... The closer she got to Kurozawa, the stronger the aura of the Power of Despair on him became, making demons uneasy.
"Can't say for sure? Then there's no need for me to keep you alive."
Boom! Pitch-Black Aura ignited on his hand and scorched the White-Haired Female Demon's face, instantly throwing her into painful struggle. Yet under the threat of death, she still gritted her teeth through the pain and shouted, "N-No! The mountain paths are too complicated! I can take you there!"
Hearing that, Kurozawa withdrew his hand, and the Pitch-Black Aura returned to his body.
Looking down at the White-Haired Female Demon, Kurozawa said slowly, "My only purpose here is that Demon Moon. Don't try anything, and I may let you go afterward."
Demon Moon? The White-Haired Female Demon was shocked. This man knew that person was a Demon Moon, yet he had still