At the sight, Daifuku sighed inwardly.
Then he raised his hand and rubbed his body, and a plume of strange smoke sprayed out from his belt.
The smoke finally formed a Demon holding a long-handled blade, looking extraordinarily imposing.
Opera was scared out of his wits, but he also knew that if he ran now, Cracker might forget all about Randall and come straight after him.
With no other choice, he could only face the enemy.
He activated his ability, and his entire body seemed to melt.
A vast amount of cream-like liquid flowed from his body, then gathered into an indescribable Cream Monster.
Randall stood nearby, waiting for each of them to unleash their moves.
Now that they were finished, he attacked without the slightest warning.
Randall looked at Daifuku and threw a punch at him from a distance.
Seeing Randall's movement, Daifuku was terrified. It was already too late to dodge, so he hurriedly ordered the faster Demon to shield him.
But the moment the blast from the punch touched the Demon, that seemingly powerful figure dispersed into smoke.
The Demon had barely diminished the punch's force for Daifuku.
Daifuku took the full brunt of it.
Daifuku felt as though he really had become a daifuku rice cake, only his filling was about to be punched out.
With a bang, Daifuku flew backward.
While still in the air, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
The scattered smoke gathered into the Demon again.
But before he could do anything, he dispersed once more, vanishing completely this time.
Watching this, Cracker found his clothes soaked through with cold sweat.
The smoke Demon could not be injured. His disappearance could mean only one thing: Daifuku had lost consciousness.
Yet all Randall had done from beginning to end was throw a