The fog was thick with the smell of sulfur, interspersed with a nauseating scent of blood. The once white sands of Usuzumi Lake were now completely covered by dark red flesh, twisting and writhing, emitting a disconcerting "gurgle" sound.
"Wooo—"
The towering Blood and Flesh Ksitigarbha was still weeping, its howling like dozens of voices speaking at once, overlapping with a viscous echo.
It shook its massive body, as countless blood tendrils gushed from the wounds inflicted by Kesshou and the Split-Mouth Woman, intertwining and knitting together like living things, slowly mending its body.
"Don't give it a chance to breathe!"
Kesshou Makenyu made a snap decision, pulling the trigger again.
With the bystanders all whisked away from the main battlefield by the power of the Demon Lord's Mallet, Kesshou could now focus entirely, unrestrained against the Blood and Flesh Ksitigarbha.
