To describe this special region as cruel was, in truth, somewhat understated.
A blood moon hung overhead, bones littered the ground, and wails rose everywhere.
This was the land where evil spirits were exiled, known to the world as the Asura Path.
After expressionlessly pulling Xianminglian from the body of a bird-headed humanoid monster, Arata's gaze passed straight over the yokai and evil spirits still lingering nearby in hesitation and looked toward the deeper reaches of the dark land.
"Still not coming out?"
"Then I'll burn all your toys to ashes."
The cold statement suddenly left his lips, and a black windmill-shaped mark slowly emerged in his left eye.
Where he stood, the corpses of yokai, evil spirits, and filth had already formed a small hill. Foul, reeking demon blood flowed for miles!
Arata was beginning to grow impatient with these overconfident insects charging forward like moths into a flame.
After all, he had come to the Asura Ghost Path to pass through it, not to fight meaningless battles.
For a moment,
Even their first meal after being born had been the flesh and blood of this human man before them!
It was only because this human in their sights had left behind an indelible terror within them not long ago.
It did not seem so bad to tear off all pretense now and bring the final hunt forward!
At the same time, Yu Zhi flexed his wrist, and the chains that had fallen silent for a while once again burst with crisp sounds in the air. Several enormous black shadows crashed down before Arata like cannonballs.
Yet before they could put that restlessness into action, a sharp kunai shot through the air toward a humanoid creature with a single horn on its head and a khakkhara staff in hand.