"GEEEEEYAAAAA — — —!!!!"
The Three-Headed Dragon's screams even pressed the lava spewing out of the volcano back into the ground, creating a huge crack.
The absent-minded Black Rabbit looked at the Three-Headed Dragon in a daze while looking up at the Three-Headed Dragon as if it had nothing to do with it.
[… Am I going to die here?]
"Black Rabbit!!!!! Get out of the way!!!!! "
The sound of an explosion sounded, accompanied by Black Rabbit's screams and Eight-cloud Ink's groans, as well as the sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh.
Eight-cloud Ink and the others finally arrived and found Black Rabbit who was unknowingly far away from White Yaksha. Before Sixteen Nights and the others could rescue it, Eight-cloud Ink directly opened a gap and rushed in front of Black Rabbit.
"… Hmph … Guh!!"
With a groan, Eight-cloud Ink's dark pupils flashed with the same bloody color as Delicate Fragrance's. The demon blood in his body boiled because of the injury.
Eight-cloud Ink's ferocious nature was stimulated by the pain of his lower abdomen. He frowned and his ten fingers turned into sharp claws due to his demon power as he clawed at the dragon claw that penetrated his lower abdomen.
Rip —!!
When the dragon claw pulled out of Eight-cloud Ink's lower abdomen, it also left six deep scars.
Eight-cloud Ink's golden blood and the Three-Headed Dragon's red blood scattered into the sky.
Black Rabbit opened his eyes to the limit as if he saw something unbelievable.
"Master, Master Yakumo …?"
Eight-cloud Ink endured the pain and grabbed Black Rabbit's arm. He shouted at Ashina and the others who were running over with a pale face.
"Guh, ah … Take Black Rabbit … away! Quick!!! "
Then, Eight-cloud Ink threw Black Rabbit away. After confirming that Black Rabbit was safe, he looked at the Three-Headed Dragon again.
At this time, the dragon claw that penetrated Eight-cloud Ink's lower abdomen had disappeared. Eight-cloud Ink's wound that spurted out blood was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, there was a sound of something breaking through the air.
Sixteen Nights stomped on the ground when he was halfway there. His body shot forward like a cannonball and he raised his fist at the same time!
The ear-piercing sound of bones breaking could be heard. The three-headed dragon casually raised its claws to block, but Sixteen Nights had broken the bones in its arm!
Sixteenth Nights, who had always been able to face any kind of powerful enemy, now had a twisted expression on his face. His breathing was extremely chaotic, and his face instantly lost its color.
The broken bones of the broken arm pierced through the flesh, exposing it to the air.
He couldn't win.
Sixteenth Nights immediately made a judgment.
If he were to rely on himself, he would not be able to win.
Sixteenth Nights looked at his shattered right hand and felt a sense of loss for the first time in his life.
[… This is bad.]
The three dragons didn't even look at the black rabbit that was running away. Instead, they quietly observed Sixteen Nights and Eight-cloud Ink with their six eyes.
"… Huff, huff. Risking his life for his companions? As expected of the Infernal Realm. No matter how many years I experience it, it can still make my blood boil. "
"… Ha, this side is … Heaven and Earth shaking. I didn't expect you to be able to speak. "
Eight-cloud Ink panted intermittently and spoke with difficulty. His lips curled into a smile.
"Of course. Originally, I didn't need to speak in order to improve my monstrous nature. However, it's a different story since the other party is dead. Can it be considered a gift on the road to the underworld? "
Eight-cloud Ink didn't speak. Sixteenth Nights wiped the blood from his mouth, smiled impudently, and took a stance.
"That's really understanding. There's something … I want to ask you no matter what. "
"Heh?" The three-headed dragon let out a surprised sound.
Sixteenth Nights adjusted his breathing and exchanged glances with Eight-cloud Ink. Then, the two of them looked straight into their six red jade-like eyes and asked at the same time.
"You — — who are you?"
The three-headed dragon couldn't help but laugh at the extremely serious question.
Two hundred years before he was sealed, all the residents of the box court were afraid of his name and his existence.
"There's actually someone who wants to know my name. … Alright. This is a battle that hasn't happened for two hundred years. I should also be forgiven for the extravagant act of telling you my name. "
The three-headed dragon displayed the "Aksara" flag engraved with the primitive language of "Evil" behind his back.
That was when the reality of the world was still unclear. They divided heaven and earth, gave birth to Yin and Yang, and determined good and evil. They used the smallest units scattered in this world to form the most ancient universe view.
Carrying half of his body on his back, the three-headed white dragon snake said his name.
"A pillar of the Fire Worship Sect's God group on the third level of the box court — Demon King Az Dahaka. The sect master gave him the flag and the third level, promising to spend his life as the Demon King, the incarnation of an irreconcilable enemy!!! "
In the active volcano, a scorching wind blew.
Being blown by the wind of the mountains and rivers of hell, the Demon King with his pure white body and red jade-like eyes let the "Evil" flag flutter and roar.
"Since you are … a God of the Fire Worship Sect, why are you willing to be a lackey of Buddhism?"
"Hmph!"
Az Dahaka snorted disdainfully in the face of Eight-cloud Ink's sarcasm.
"… This is just a small return gift to repay those guys for letting me out in advance. Besides, there is something in your body that I am very interested in."
Eight-cloud Ink understood Az Dahaka's meaning.
Was he really here for the Creation Wood?
At this moment, Az Dahaka suddenly spread his wings.
A violent, unprecedented hurricane erupted with him as the center.
Eight-cloud Ink instantly activated his realm to isolate the storm, fixing himself and the sixteen nights in place. However, the entire underground city that was shrouded in the storm was completely destroyed in this wave of disaster.
At the same time, everyone else who was caught off guard was blown into the sky by the storm.
They were scattered.
Most of them were separated.
Az Dahaka's violent declaration resounded over the entire city at the same time.
"Bring it on, heroes who have not been seen for hundreds of years!!!"
"Use all your strength!!!"
"Use all your wisdom!!!"
"Use all your courage — try to turn into a brilliant sword that penetrates my chest!!!"
The stars shook, and a storm that ran through the Three Realms blew.
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"Aiya, aiya, it seems to be more terrifying than expected."
At the top of the water tree, Sanzang looked at Az Dahaka, who was showing off his might, and frowned slightly.
"In this way, it may be a little difficult to clean up … Although this operation has been tacitly approved by Buddha, if we fail, it will be difficult to explain to Buddha."
Failure did not mean that Az Dahaka would fail — Sanzang had never thought of this.
After confirming that Eight-cloud Ink had not fully grown, and that the Creation Wood's power of divinity could not be used at all, he and all the Buddhist members who participated in this operation did not think that Eight-cloud Ink could defeat this demon king.
But if the demon king was too powerful, it would be troublesome for them to deal with the aftermath.
More importantly, Az Dahaka was not a member of Buddhism, but a god of the Sect of Fire.
People who walked different paths could not make plans together, not to mention that this demon king also had the identity of a human in the final trial.
Long before the beginning, they had decided to reseal this mobile catastrophe after the matter was done. However, Sanzang and the others could never do this.
Although it wasn't impossible to seal Az Dahaka if those old fellows from the Buddhist Sect who had been holed up in the Spirit Mountain all year round and whose names had almost been forgotten by people took action, the Buddhist Sect itself was full of contradictions.
Sanzang could not help but sigh when he thought of Sanzang, who had been strongly opposed to their plan before the beginning of this matter.
Therefore, at present —
"Well, I may have to owe Taoism a favor again. It's really a sin, a sin …"
Even at such a time, in order to suppress the other faction of their own sect, they would not hesitate to contact the Dao Sect that had always been in a mess with them and had always been at odds with them?
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