Even with the peak strength of a Greater Demon like you, combined with mine, it would still be impossible to defeat him.
"It's not too late yet. I'm going to change clothes now. Let's set off and get this done!"
The beautiful woman excitedly raised her tiny fist, her face brimming with anticipation.
"Stop messing around. I didn't explain it clearly just now. Yin-Yang Death wasn't born in this era; it is Yin-Yang Death that survived from the Warring States period," the monster said.
"What?"
The beautiful woman's hand, which had been about to put on her sportswear, suddenly froze. Then she lowered her head and said unwillingly, "How could this happen? I... I was so happy."
Back to the main subject, the scene returned to Mirai.
After Yin-Yang Death God summoned eight ghosts, he reached out toward Mirai and softly called, "Bring me that man's soul!"
"Wah, wah!!!"
Whoosh!!!
The eight ghosts circled through the air. Upon hearing Yin-Yang Death God's command, they suddenly stopped, let out miserable shrieks, opened their mouths wide, and lunged at Mirai.
"Hmph!" Mirai was not intimidated by Yin-Yang Death God's attack. He merely snorted coldly, stomped his foot, formed a hand seal before his mouth, and shouted inwardly, Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!
Boom.
A massive fireball suddenly burst from Mirai's mouth and shot toward the eight ghosts at full speed.
"Oh... how naive..."
When Yin-Yang Death God saw Mirai spit out a fireball, he paid it no heed. Instead, he even had the leisure to mock Mirai's naivety.
In truth, Mirai had indeed been naive...
Whoosh!
The fireball blasted into the eight ghosts, yet it did not harm them in the slightest. Instead, the eight ghosts passed straight through the fireball and continued charging at Mirai!
Mirai's attack was useless