Kasahara Fumi: "..."
The hand held in the air stiffened for a moment before slowly falling onto his back. Holding the peerless demon courtesan boy, she couldn't help but wail in her heart: O Amaterasu, let me slap him to death.
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The flames on the deck stained the sky red.
On the top level of the cabin, many people had gathered at the ship's rail, looking outwards.
The torrential rain made their vision blurry, and they couldn't see much, only having a vague sense that a white-haired female demon had made a move.
The sound of raindrops beating on the roof of the ship spread like mist within the narrow cabin.
At this moment, the top level of the cruise ship had yet to be affected by the flames of war, and the ordinary people's expressions could still be considered calm. Although the members of the Shinto group were not panicked, their expressions were heavy... The suddenly appearing demon king, nobody knew whether she was an enemy or a friend.
