"I hate weather like this!"
Shanhu voiced his displeasure.
Since he himself embodied scorching heat and fury, how could he possibly like this endless rain?
Just then, the third eye on Shanhu's forehead opened, and Mr. Enemy's voice rang out. "Since you dislike it, find the target as soon as possible, then leave."
"Easy for you to say, but this damned bird can only fly so fast, and the target keeps moving. If this keeps up, who knows when we'll find her?!"
All the traveling, his setback against that woman, "Death," and this miserable weather had put Shanhu in a foul mood, and he began complaining.
To put it bluntly, he could have avoided all of this!
Mr. Enemy naturally knew Shanhu's patience was nearing its limit, but so was his!
In fact, he had seriously considered simply taking Shanhu's body for himself.
But doing so would run completely counter to his original intentions.
So unless he had absolutely no choice, he would never do that.
"I have a feeling she won't get away this time."
Unable to lose his temper, Mr. Enemy could only restrain himself, sounding as though he were comforting himself, or perhaps trying to motivate Shanhu.
Fortunately, Shanhu was merely venting and had no intention of quitting for the moment.
He was also afraid that if he fell out with Mr. Enemy, Mr. Enemy would take over his body.
After all, even now, he had no idea how Mr. Enemy had managed to become a parasite inside him.
If he lost the struggle for his own body, he would have nowhere to turn.
So, amid the relentless rain, Shanhu once again followed the Nether Bird in search of Shion.
"I hope so..."
Actually, there was something else Mr. Enemy had left unsaid: ever since entering this