The three centipedes on the old monk's body only stiffened for a moment under the [Residual Oil] upon initial contact, and then seemed to adapt to it.
Capable of slaying ordinary parasite-infested insects, [Residual Oil] here seemed either not concentrated enough or not potent enough. In any case, the three centipedes didn't care.
"This is really troublesome."
Iwami Yixin sighed with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, then charged forward once more.
When faced with an enemy that cannot be killed by ordinary means, most people, upon realizing this fact, would have only one option in mind—avoid battle.
However, today, there were no 'ordinary people' standing here in this hall of thirty-three spaces.
One was the former [Sword Saint] who single-handedly repelled the forces of the Inner Mansion, the other two were a warrior and a ninja who had nothing left to lose in the world, and then there was...
