CHAPTER 119 - A NINJA'S STOLEN ART
The three demons stood back to back in a clearing in the middle of the forest around them towering snakes with fangs dripping with venom drawing closer, each slither of their body causing the forest to quake under their movements due to their size. Their scales alone shined in a glistening dark purple hue, each scale several times stronger than normal steel.
The black flames surrounding Slayon's fists seemed to have grown smaller while Slayor despite his naturally suave appearance was visibly breathing ragged and his Desolate Blasts had lost all the vigor that they had at the start of the encounter. All in all, they were all wearing thin.
Even Bliss was visibly tired, his sword already quivering slightly due to fatigue.
"Any ideas my Lord?" Slaygon, being the most exhausted of the three, was the first to ask.
But Bliss looked back with a smile as the giant serpents grew closer,
