"Who can tell me why there are two?"
Not long after the battle began on the other side, Aoki Kazuo found himself in trouble.
He was a Third Tier Onmyoji, but even as the weakest Red Prajna who were also Third Tier, the one he currently faced was definitely more ferocious and powerful than an ordinary Red Prajna.
This monster was tall, nearing 2.5 meters, with a thickset upper body bared, his face grimly red as blood, his hair wild and dancing like flames.
When Aoki Kazuo arrived at the destination, the Red Prajna that had torn Zhi to pieces hadn't left, instead, it raised an adult woman high with impunity.
Snap!
A crisp sound of breaking bones was heard, the woman's head burst open, blood and brains spattering everywhere.
Then the Red Prajna grasped the woman's corpse, twisted it fiercely with its large palm, as if wringing clothes, twisting the doll-like body into a twisted shape.
Blood dripped down, drop by drop.
The Red Prajna lifted its head and opened its mouth.