Chains coiled, and demonic energy clashed.
Kidomaru's sudden eruption of savage power turned the entire Asura Ghost Path into a sinister killing ground.
Deep within the gloomy Ghost Path, strange, sobbing sounds began to rise, as though answering some summons, sending chills down the spine.
Even the blood moon hanging overhead vanished into a nameless darkness, leaving only the faint outline of its full circle visible.
Although Kidomaru's own strength and reserves were not enough to place him among the great demons of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
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There was no doubt that, here in the Asura Ghost Path where evil spirits were exiled, this cruel, cunning creature was already beginning to show the makings of a king.
Given a little more time, or a way to break the seal on his heart and transform the human blood within him.
He would inevitably follow in his father's footsteps and become the new Asura Ghost King of this Asura Ghost Path!!
"It seems you haven't spent all this time doing nothing."
"The power you've shown is rather interesting."
Kidomaru persisted in his demand, his expression unchanged.
In an instant, a silver giant, likewise tall enough to nearly touch the sky, stood across that foul-smelling wasteland.
However, Kidomaru, whose face alternated between red and pale, soon found an escape. Rising from the pool of blood, he directly changed the subject.
Just then, that person's voice rang out again:
To catch the fish, simply risking one's life was not enough. One also needed sufficient strength.
Indeed, he had never asked about that reason. He had even unconsciously assumed that the other party's purpose was hunting, just like his own.
The mockery in Arata's