I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 140 - 92. Half-step Demon King? Invincible domain? Still defeated in one move.

Chapter 140: 92. Half-step Demon King? Invincible domain? Still defeated in one move.

The gunshots, explosions, and chaotic flames completely illuminated the night sky.

But standing outside the courtyard wall, there wasn’t a slightest hint of any commotion inside the mansion, as all disturbances were completely blocked by the barrier.

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The phone vibrated.

Fujiwara Reya glanced at the number and placed the receiver to his ear.

"Hello—"

Asuka’s angry voice came through.

"Senpai, what on earth are you doing—"

"It’s been the whole day, everyone around is talking about you, saying you’re some kind of monster, that you’re going on a killing spree, what’s going on? Asuka is worried sick, Senpai speak—"

Spotting a small figure approaching from a distance, Fujiwara Reya said to her, "Sorry, I’m in a hurry, I’ll call you back."

"No! You need to explain to Asuka now, what are you doing..."

"I’m on my way to send someone to reincarnation."

"What?"

"Beep—"

He hung up the phone decisively, his gaze casually and indifferently glancing at the approaching figure.

A short stature less than 1.4 meters tall, dressed in a black and gray kimono, clothes billowing, demonic power exuding dominantly like shockwaves. The overwhelming and terrifying pressure surged like a galaxy pouring down towards the battling courtyard.

At this moment.

Bang!

A yellow wall expanded in all directions, enveloping both sides of the battle, the scene between heaven and earth shifted from a dark and damp courtyard to a gravel-strewn desert.

In that instant, the actions of both sides halted abruptly.

In the soundless space, it seemed one could hear the beating of another’s heart.

"Young Master!"

Dark Crow flew up, holding a blade and standing protectively in front of Fujiwara Reya, in a stance as if facing a formidable foe.

"Stand back!"

His voice carried an undeniable authority.

Dark Crow hesitated slightly, then withdrew the blade and stepped aside.

Fujiwara Reya walked through the air, advancing slowly towards the yellow sand in front.

The current space was a domain. Strong individuals with king-level power could construct a space beneficial to themselves using their Divine Power or demonic power within a short time, setting rules advantageous to themselves within the space, which is the domain!

The domain is the constructer’s home ground.

In this space, the constructor’s every attack would be greatly enhanced, either with guaranteed hits or with intensified critical strikes; in this space, the enemy would suffer one or even multiple negative effects set by the constructor, significantly reducing their strength, struggling in a desperate plight.

When a party with a domain confronts a party without, it’s almost an overwhelming advantage.

However, a domain isn’t so easy to unfold.

This operation, akin to a sure-kill move, consumes a significant amount of energy reserves.

Generally speaking, only those with king-level or above strength can deploy a complete domain. Without sufficient king-level strength, even if the technique to deploy a domain is understood, one’s energy is insufficient to support the domain’s construction.

Is this what they mean by "beneath the king, all are ants"... Fujiwara Reya pondered this question, arriving above the short figure, looking down condescendingly at a Dog Demon with a human body.

The strength was quite good, with one foot already stepping into the realm of the Demon King.

And that dog head was a silly, fluffy Shiba Inu head, looking rather cute from afar.

But the dog’s expression wasn’t so friendly.

He was sneering.

It was the sneer a dog would make when it caught a rat.

"You’re in my domain now."

The first thing the Dog Demon emphasized when he spoke.

"Hmm," Fujiwara Reya looked down arrogantly, "and then what?"

The seemingly mocking tone carried an indescribable arrogance, utterly dismissing him.

The Dog Demon felt immensely stifled.

Damn it!

Clearly, his strength was miles ahead!

Clearly, he was trapped in his domain!

Why!

Why did he still look down on me!

Did he think that with the royal bloodline, he could do as he pleased!

Unfortunately, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t hear the Dog Demon’s thoughts.

Otherwise, he would undoubtedly answer yes.

In Japan, there are no concepts of emperors taking turns in this land.

Here, a strong bloodline can most greatly determine your limits.

In the human world, it’s like this, and in the world of demons, even more so.

Fujiwara Reya, inheriting the lineage of Emperor Shodokan, steadily ranked in the top three positions within the Demon Clan. Wherever he traveled, there would inevitably be thousands of demons kneeling in welcome, even if he only had newly attained general-level strength. If he wanted to do anything, with just the wave of an arm, there would surely be the full support of tens of thousands of demons, even if he only had newly attained general-level strength.

And this Dog Demon.

Not even mentioning that he was just shy of the Demon King status, even if he was the most powerful Demon King, his status and reputation within the demon community wouldn’t reach one wing of any of the other seven great Heavenly Dogs, let alone compare to Fujiwara Reya, this King of Heavenly Dog.

"I’m going to kill you!" The Dog Demon looked up with a fervent gaze, his voice trembling.

Fujiwara Reya’s gaze remained unperturbed, coldly saying, "Even if you were a real Demon King, you couldn’t kill me."

"Hehe..." The Dog Demon chuckled darkly, "While you were fighting the Sea Master just now, I’ve been watching you."

"Watching while your companion sent themselves to death, not even saying a word to stop it," Fujiwara Reya sneered, "such cowardice, are you worthy to appear before a king?"

As soon as his voice fell, the domain erupted into a commotion.

The Spider Demons, who were supposed to be adversaries, were indescribably excited, fixing their eyes on the white hunting apparel in the sky. They listened to the rustling of the hunting clothes brushed by the greedy evening breeze, the white wings unfurled in the wind, shimmering with reflected light.

This scene, was as if a deity had descended to the mortal world.

This 𝓬ontent is taken from fre𝒆webnove(l).𝐜𝐨𝗺