APTnovel Chapter 142 What Fell From the Sky...
Chapter 142 What Fell From the Sky...
"We should have one left behind as a backup."
Komaji suggested that he had diligently studied the relevant tactics in order to graduate from the academy.
"Then Lord Kokushibo, please stay and provide support."
"I am good friends with Lord Akaza, so please allow me and Lord Akaza to enter."
Douma suddenly chimed in.
Komaji was so provoked by Doma's shamelessness that he choked up and his stomach churned. Who said he was friends with you?
Don't talk to me like that.
Don't you still call me Lord Yiwo?
Doma believed that, according to worldly relationships, being able to visit someone's home at any time and be entertained was the standard for a good friend.
Doma's memories.
The child's mold is confirmed.
I really am a good friend of Lord Akaza!
Apart from him, did no ghosts come to visit at all?
Komaji, who was unemployed at home during that time, spending time with his wife: ...
Lianxue, who thought he was a close colleague, treated him with great hospitality: After all, he often visits and brings gifts, so why is he not very friendly?
Komaji roared: Of course not!
Muzan, who was secretly watching: What's going on with these two guys?
When Doma saw that Komaji had suddenly stopped talking, he assumed that Komaji had agreed and excitedly went into the depths of the cave.
Seeing this, Kokushibo decided to stay outside. He didn't really want to partner with the overly lively Doma, feeling that he would be annoyed to death.
Disgusted by Doma's shameless words and unable to react for a moment, Komaji stretched out his hand, wanting to trade with Kokushibo!
So, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes, six eyes, you really did it on purpose!
Komaji gritted his teeth as Doma dragged him into the darkness.
Doma casually dragged Komaji forward, walking on the soft carpet.
"Oh dear, I really have to be careful walking in this area."
Doma accidentally stepped into the 'carpet' and said in annoyance.
"Your boots are all wet."
Komaji, wearing leather shoes, remained expressionless.
He finally realized that the best way to deal with someone like Douma was to keep quiet and not give him any room to maneuver!
"Crash-"
What's that sound? Komaji raised his eyebrows and looked up toward the source of the sound.
It remained completely dark and motionless.
"Huh?" Douma suddenly exclaimed.
Something that looked like liquid had just dripped onto his nose.
Douma suddenly touched his nose; it was wet and slippery. Ouch, it hurt! His nose was gone!
The next second, Doma's pupils contracted as he realized something, and the carefree smile on his face, which seemed to indicate that he didn't care about this mission, disappeared.
"Blood Demon Art·Mist Ice·Water Lily Bodhisattva!!!"
Suddenly, an enormous ice figure rose from the ground! Its shape resembled a group of Bodhisattvas sitting cross-legged with their hands clasped together, giving people a sense of solemnity and reverence.
This colossal statue, formed from solidified ice, is a masterpiece of art, with each ice crystal shimmering with a cold and dazzling light.
A torrent of liquid cascaded down from above like a waterfall.
This liquid is highly corrosive, leaving everything it touches unrecognizable.
However, the moment this terrifying liquid struck the ice man, it was as if it had encountered an indestructible shield, and was forcefully blocked.
The moment the corrosive liquid came into contact with the ice surface, it emitted a piercing hissing sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
White smoke rose and filled the air, creating a bizarre yet spectacular scene.
How unpleasant would it be if concentrated sulfuric acid fell from the sky?
Now Doma and Komaji know.
Standing on the left hand of the Water Lily Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva's right palm, like a canopy, blocked the two demons from above.
Komaji's face was extremely pale as he tentatively reached out a finger to touch the corrosive liquid.
His finger was corroded away in the blink of an eye. Komaji withdrew his hand, and his finger grew back in an instant. His expression was solemn.
This large-scale dumping of corrosive liquid was not the type of attack he was good at dealing with.
Komaji is better at one-on-one fights, the kind where every punch lands hard.
Despite Komaji's sour face, Doma was surprisingly able to handle him, and this annoying guy actually helped him.
"Now, we are praying to the Bodhisattva for protection."
Komaji, who doesn't believe in Buddhism: ...
Douma appeared cheerful on the surface, but in reality, he was struggling.
The Water Lily Bodhisattva skill is his ultimate move, which consumes a lot of mana and requires him to work under the corrosive liquid.
Ah, this means we have to sacrifice a little aesthetics.
Doma scratched his head, looking rather unhappy.
Well, no one can see us in the dark anyway, so let's just make it rough.
Doma sighed and began mindlessly thickening the ice layer.
Doma, who loved aesthetics and even made the appearance and special effects of Blood Demon Arts look very beautiful, had to put aside his obsession and make do with practical needs.
Muzan, peeping from the outside: The cat frowns.JPG
This place is definitely a tough nut to crack!
The corrosive liquid that fell to the ground strangely did not corrode the 'carpet', but instead flowed down like ordinary water.
Instead of the corrosive liquid attack, Kokushibo was met with the Black Mist.
After waiting for a while, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and suddenly drew his sword, slashing through the air.
Sharp eyes suddenly opened and looked into the void.
The black mist, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness: ...Damn it, what's wrong with this guy? How can I sense him?
Kokushibo stared into a void, feeling the tangible sensation of not having struck anything, but from a swordsman's perspective, there was something there.
Black Mist: ...
This was the first time Black Mist had faced an opponent who could sense his presence head-on. Losing the advantage of surprise attacks and the unknown made him very hesitant and uneasy.
The black mist, who had been assigned to the task, was somewhat apprehensive. It had always relied on its supernatural abilities to win, and had no confidence in its own strength.
"Forget it, I'll just slack off on that task assigned by Old Dong," Black Mist thought to himself.
The black mist, which had no desire to make any effort, stopped moving and became locked in a stalemate with Kokushibo.
Kokushibo, however, was unwilling to remain in a stalemate, as this was a rare opponent he had encountered.
Compared to his former self, when he could still manage to cut down some of the Demon Slayer Corps' Pillars, Kokushibo now doesn't even give the increasingly declining Demon Slayer Corps a second glance.
After his final battle with the Demon Slayer Corps, Kokushibo killed the Pillar with a single, terribly bad swordsmanship. He was furious for a long time afterward.
He felt that joining the Demon Slayer Corps was a mistake, a stain on his resume, the kind of thing that would make him ashamed if people mentioned it!
As expected, the Demon Slayer Corps just can't function without Yoriichi!