Raging Space (1)

"The bodies and souls of the Ōtsutsuki clan are the finest nourishment."

Licking her sensual lips, the demoness turned her gaze elsewhere.

"Just a little more, just a little more. I'll break through to Demon General soon."

The demoness's speed surged as she chased after the other Ōtsutsuki.

Strength was important, but how much of it one could actually bring out under different circumstances depended on personal combat experience and mental fortitude.

From this, it was clear that the Ōtsutsuki clan generally had terribly weak mental fortitude. When bullying the weak, they could be cruel, bloody, and decisive, always maintaining an aloof and contemptuous mindset. But when facing opponents of equal strength—or even stronger ones—they lacked combat experience and easily failed to display the strength they should have possessed.

As a second-tier cosmic-level expert, if Ōtsutsuki Koji had fought back desperately, even a third-tier expert would have found him troublesome for a while. Yet he had been killed so easily.

Elsewhere, Captain No. 312, who was fleeing, was pursued relentlessly by two demons despite being a third-tier expert.

"Damn it, why are they chasing me? How are they chasing me? Aren't there weaker ones?"

At a time like this, no one cared about captains or subordinates. Everyone fled in panic.

Captains were permanent, while team members came and went. Wasn't it only natural for lower-ranking Ōtsutsuki to sacrifice themselves for stronger Ōtsutsuki?

The demons of the demon race were clever as well. Rather than foolishly having one chase one target, they concentrated their firepower and took down one at a time.

Captain No. 312, whose eyes held red Rinnegan whirlpools, suddenly sensed his connection with space being restored. His face lit up with delight.

"I've left the sealed region. Let's see what you can do once I escape into another