Meanwhile, on another battlefield in the Swordsmith Village.
The battle had likewise reached a fever pitch.
Upper Rank Five, Gyokko, felt as though he was about to go mad.
As an "artist," his greatest pride was his elegant yet cruel Blood Demon Art.
Whether the Goldfish Demons that could shoot poisoned needles or the "Water Prison Pot" that could trap people until they died, they were all "works of art" he had painstakingly created.
Yet today, the man before him had utterly trampled everything he took pride in, in the crudest, most unreasonable way possible.
This man was merely a clone!
A clone composed of energy, created through some unknown sorcery!
The Goldfish Demons he took such pride in had been burned to nothing by the man's strange black flames.
Those black flames seemed alive. Once even a trace caught, they would never go out until their target had been completely reduced to ashes.
He even shaped those black flames into various forms.
Sometimes they became a shield, blocking all his attacks.
Sometimes they became spears, piercing his Fish in the Pots one by one.
Gyokko felt that he was not fighting, but being toyed with and humiliated.
What frightened him even more was that, just moments ago, terrifying energy so immense that it made his very soul tremble had erupted from the other end of the village.
Immediately afterward, that fellow Hantengu's presence had rapidly weakened like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Even Lord Hantengu... is being suppressed?"
"By that fellow's original body?"
An unprecedented sense of danger and humiliation surged into Gyokko's heart at the same time.
If he did not unleash his true abilities now, not only would he die, but he would also set an unprecedented record of disgrace-an Upper Rank Demon killed by a