Rakshasa
But the Asura suppressed his fear and shouted at Bai Mo, "You think taking my eyes will make me afraid?! I can still smell your scent, hear your voice..."
"No need for all that trouble. I'm right here in front of you. Make your move."
The sound came directly from the front. Bai Mo had already arrived in front of the enemy. Even though he couldn't see his opponent, Asura could still feel an almost suffocating sense of oppression.
"Ah--!"
He drew his Great Saber from his waist and unleashed a powerful spinning slash straight at Bai Mo's face. Bai Mo sensed something unusual. A force suddenly appeared within this Asura's body, similar to Magnetic Field Power, but generated in a completely different way.
If Bai Mo's exertion of power is like a tree growing from a seed, its power emanating from its heart, then this Asura's way of using power is like grafting a branch called Magnetic Field Power onto this body.
Moreover, the grafting was poorly done; the transplanted branches will wither and die soon. But judging from the situation, they should be able to reattach it quickly.
With a muffled thud, Asura's tiger's mouth shattered. The next moment, a large hand landed on Asura's head, Bai Mo clamped his head, and his fingers easily pierced through his skull.
"There's no difference in strength, but that's all there is. What's with this method of generating force?"
This method definitely involves some trickery. The power unleashed by this Asura is roughly equivalent to the attack of an average 500,000-strong warrior, but only in terms of sheer power.
The simplest difference is that this kind of grafting force cannot achieve anti-gravity flight with 500,000 horsepower. It can't even achieve forced flight; it can only perform high-speed running and super jumps.
As for delicate tasks like Cellular Regeneration, that's even more impossible.
"It's probably because of Brahma. Sigh, when someone who is part of the world undergoes even a slight change, it can have far-reaching consequences," Kama said helplessly. Then, Bai Mo flung the Asura away like a sack falling from a train, breaking all four of his limbs.
With a snap of his fingers, Kama engulfed him in flames. Asura screamed in agony before dying, "Ah! Shiva?! I made a mistake, I failed to see your true form, please forgive me..."
A gust of wind blew up the ashes, scattering the Asura's remains throughout the forest. Kama, seeing this, said with displeasure:
"Ugh, my position as the god of love is just too awful! Not only do I have to do all the dirty and hard work, but I also get looked down upon by people outside. It's so annoying! And I can't resign from this position, otherwise they'll say I'm irresponsible."
Kama was somewhat displeased, while Bai Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "This kind of guy is just arrogant because of his temporary strength. Instead of blaming himself, he should think about why an Asura dares to speak to a god like that."
Kama looked puzzled and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"Who told your Heavenly Emperor to be chased down every day?"
Hearing Bai Mo's helpless words, Kama's melancholy vanished instantly, and she chuckled. She suddenly began to look forward to what it would be like to take Bai Mo to meet those gods.
"You're surprisingly a pleasure to be a companion."
Kama smiled and put his arm around his shoulder. Before the two could exchange more than a few words, the sound of rustling footsteps came from around them again. Kama suddenly wondered if his bad luck was some kind of special trait, but Bai Mo spoke up:
"No hostility."
Several figures arrived in front of Bai Mo and Kama. These guys were not Asura, but Rakshasa. The difference between the two is huge. Rakshasa are usually enemies of human warriors, while Asura are enemies of gods.
A multitude of Rakshasa approached Bai Mo. The leader of the Rakshasa looked down at the ashes not far away and asked:
"Was it this deity who killed King Rakshanda?"
Some Rakshasa, once they possess sufficient power, can be promoted to Asura, or even Asura race, and that guy just now was clearly one of them.
"No, I'm just a love god who was recently homeless, and now I'm escaping my responsibilities as a god under this person's roof," Kama said with a smile, while Bai Mo Bai Mo questioned the Rakshasa.
"It seems this Asura also organized the Rakshasa clan. I was indeed the one who rendered them incapable of fighting. What do you want? Revenge? But before that, can you tell me if any of you Rakshasa have a history of cannibalism?"
Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Kama suddenly revealed a malicious smile. Looking at her smile, Bai Mo suddenly remembered something.
The Rakshasa clan has many strange customs, such as...
"Cannibalism? No way! We were all forced to eat wild fruit because of King Rakshanda. But now is not the time to talk about that," said the leading Rakshasa.
"Great warrior, please come to our people, we will prepare a wedding for you."
Hearing this, Kama finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then, Bai Mo looked at her and poked her head in feigned anger.
In India, there is a form of marriage known as Rakshasa marriage, which involves killing a relative and then marrying the victim's daughter. This is a very cruel practice, but it is widely accepted by the Rakshasa people.
This might be because it often means that a stronger Rakshasa will be born.
"Great human warrior, you are comparable to the gods despite being human. Come to my tribe! Rakshanda's daughter is exceptionally beautiful. Some unsuspecting kings have even waged war for her."
Brave warrior, please leave behind your noble bloodline.
"Roll."
Bai Mo spat out a single word without any mercy, his face as ugly as if he had swallowed a dead fly. The Rakshasa also looked as if the sky had fallen, making Bai Mo unable to muster the desire to kill them.
The only sound on the field was Kama's melodious laughter, and the leader of the Rakshasa was almost in tears.
"Why, great warrior? This is our people's tradition. Without a powerful king like you, without your powerful offspring, who would lead us?"
"It definitely won't be me."