Demon Hunting Path

The life mark of the Water Rakshasa is always dominated by the master of others, and no one can take it away. Nevertheless, the successful brainwave ambush from the opponent is enough to leave him unconscious for a while. In the midst of panic, the Water Rakshasa suddenly sees the opponent's bullets pouring out, tearing his body apart, but he does not care, as he can recover anyway

He raised his head. In the glaring light of the flare, the oil tanker descended from the sky, the hissing sound produced by the friction with the air had transformed into the roar of Satan. A mushroom cloud soared into the sky, turning night into day! The searing flames crazily licked the earth with an overwhelming force...