It really didn't look like an act! This heavyweight champion was practically more like the Demon King than the Demon King himself!
The overwhelming aura of a powerful being—"Biochemical System"—shocked the blood in the Twelve Kizuki's veins into stopping, physically choking their throats.
Kokushibo (Tsugikuni Yoriichi), with six eyes on his face, black hair, and black pupils;
Doma, dressed in a red kimono, with shoulder-length blond hair and frivolous manners;
Akaza, with short, hedgehog-like hair, his upper body bare and black stripes covering his skin;
Hantengu, with two horns atop his head and a weathered appearance;
Gyokko, with a human head and a body like a ceramic jar, his eyes and mouth positioned in a bizarre jumble;
Daki, dressed in a gorgeous twelve-layered kimono, her white hair reaching her waist...
Meng Yi stood on the high platform, his slender figure seemingly transformed into a towering mountain, bringing deep despair to the six Upper Rank Demons.
They could not even withstand his aura. Any supposed resistance was utterly absurd and laughable.
If even the Upper Rank Demons were this pathetic, there was no need to mention the Lower Rank Demons.
Several mentally fragile wastes crawled on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. They did not even dare breathe loudly, terrified of offending the 'New King.'
"'Lower Rank Three,' raise your head."
Meng Yi dispersed "Biochemical System", his sharp gaze settling on "Lower Rank."
"Huh? Me?"
The short man, with cross-shaped scars on his forehead, left cheek, and right cheek, looked stunned.
"Forget it. Verbal communication is too slow. I'll look myself."
The Red Queen glove on Meng Yi's right hand morphed and extended.
Whoosh—!
A black-and-red spike flying at several times the speed of sound pierced Lower Rank Yahaba's skull in an instant, rapidly reading his memories.
The Demon Slayer Corps...
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