But then, a profound darkness appeared.
Black as fog.
Gone in a flash.
By the time the black mist had all dissipated, the Demon Blade in Jason's hand had vanished without a trace.
"Hmm, it's been purified," he mused.
"However, this Demon Blade is just a replica."
Jason nodded with certainty.
Anything that entered his stomach would surely be purified.
At the same time, Jason developed a considerable interest in the Demon Blade.
Based on the replica, the real Demon Blade must carry the Excitement of Feast.
And this was what he wanted.
With this in mind, Jason's gaze shifted to the wandering Onmyoji.
From the performance just now, this Onmyoji seemed to know more.
Just that... at this moment, this Onmyoji appeared somewhat odd.
He kept shivering.
Especially when Jason's gaze swept over, the shivering became even more intense.
The man looked at Jason, continuously stepping backward, and stammering to himself.
"A, a great demon."
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