Only then did he realize that he truly had no friendship with this monster.
"Hmph!"
In the end, Mirai could only snort disdainfully at the dissatisfied monster. Then, following his original route, he leaped out the window and vanished into the night.
The demon watched Mirai's disappearing figure. His original laziness gradually faded, and his brows slowly furrowed.
"Yin-Yang Death was unparalleled. Even a great yokai at the peak of the initial stage couldn't resist him head-on and could only avoid his edge. That showed just how terrifying he was... But how did he die?
"It seemed... he had already died a thousand years ago, before human technology began to develop... So... who could have killed someone who was nearly invincible?"
As the great demon began pondering this strange matter, his expression grew darker and darker, but in the end, it relaxed again.
"Forget it. He's already dead, so there's no need to consider these matters. Those who don't belong to this era will leave it. Yin-Yang Death returned to the Warring States era. These things will eventually become history."
The great yokai was an optimist. He quickly stopped thinking about how Yin-Yang Death had died. However, as he thought about the end of Yin-Yang Death, he still sighed softly in his heart.
"But Yin-Yang Death was truly formidable. Not to mention that guy who doesn't belong to this era—he could probably avoid my barriers and seals—but Yin-Yang Death actually passed directly through the barriers and seals I set up without my noticing. Honestly..."
After letting out a soft sigh, the great demon closed his eyes, intending to sleep. But just as he did, a faint night breeze gently swept over his body.
The demon, who had been about to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead, toward the