According to the strength of Upper Moon Three, a single punch should be enough to blow Duanmu Huai's head apart.
Or rather, humans—ordinary people simply cannot withstand a demon's attack.
"Could that woman be an evil spirit too!"
"How can it be...…"
Tan Zhilang paused halfway through speaking, as he indeed knows a spirit that fights against demons too. Saying Duanmu Huai is like that doesn't seem far-fetched.
Even Chiaki showed a contemplative expression. After all, upon careful consideration, every time she encounters Duanmu Huai, it's nighttime, a time when demons appear; if Duanmu Huai is a demon, it also makes sense. Not to mention—her red eyes and white hair are indeed very characteristic of a demon.
"Bang!!"
