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Shwoooom!!!
James stopped in his tracks watching with a surprised face as the demon before him turned to smoke totally dissipating to thin air.
"Heok!" He grabbed his bloody shoulder with one hand increasing the grip on his sword's hilt with the other. 'What the hell is going on in this factory?'
The pain in his shoulder climbed fast making his entire body tremble. 'Was this poison?'
That option was clearly a no, James' cells were immune to any form of poison since he was Dohoma and utilized poison. It had to be something else.
A chilling feeling formed in his chest, this was a particular feeling he grew fond of in his past. The feeling of death.
"Uhm?" Suddenly a mist of white started to form in front of James, becoming a cloudy image of a demon whereas it wasn't there.