Naraku tried to activate his Poison Mist Escape Technique to leave immediately, but the technique that usually worked so well was completely unresponsive at this moment.
Through the baboon pelt, he looked at Yang Tao, only to see the man approaching him with a green face, holding that strange banner, and muttering incomprehensible numbers.
"4… 3…"
Even though it was more than ten meters away, he felt as if the other party had only taken two or three steps before arriving in front of him.
Slap!
The wooden banner struck him across the face, and the baboon pelt fell from his body, revealing his true form.
Dressed in a purple kimono, combined with his handsome and demonic face, his handsomeness was comparable to Sesshomaru's.
"Can't run away now?"
Yang Tao, with a kind and friendly demeanor, continued to strike the handsome Naraku with the wooden banner. As he encountered more and more enemies, more and more people were able to 'teleport' away using various methods.
He also recalled the 'End Stone' in tinkers construct materials, which possessed the 'Shadow Suppression' attribute.
Therefore, he specifically made a Combat Banner with an End Stone handle, specifically to deal with guys like Naraku, who came and went without a trace.
"It's you?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Naraku felt his intelligence was affected. It was just him and the other person here, and his abilities being restricted naturally meant the other person was behind it.
A cold sneer appeared on his handsome face as he said, "You have already ruined me several times…"
Slap…
The wooden banner struck him across the face again.
Even with Naraku's deep cunning, this blatant humiliation was too much for him to bear. He immediately transformed his arm into a grotesque tentacle and fiercely lunged it towards Yang Tao's chest.
A flash of blade light, and the Yama Blade struck the purple barrier that appeared around Naraku. The tangible killing intent directly dispelled the surrounding miasma.
At the same time, Naraku's tentacle was blocked by the quantum barrier.
The barrier was formed by condensing demonic power to protect his body.
Naraku's barrier, possessing powerful demonic power, could encompass an entire city. After enhancing his demonic power with the four souls jade, he could create an even stronger barrier.
Naraku was about to speak when he watched in disbelief as the suffocating demonic blade in the other's hand pierced through the barrier and struck him.
The barrier condensed from demonic power was like an illusion before the Yama Blade, completely unable to hinder the Yama Blade's descent.
Naraku wanted to flash away and dodge.
Unfortunately, at this moment, he was just a weakling who relied on his brain. All his strength was focused on self-preservation. Besides miasma and tentacles, he could only summon those poisonous insects from the Nether, the 'Most Violent Bees'.
It was a pity that Yang Tao wasn't even afraid of miasma and tentacles; mere 'Most Violent Bees' probably couldn't even break his defense.
"Do you really think barriers are omnipotent?"
My digitized attacks are not to be trifled with; at most, the damage reduction is just stronger.
The Combat Banner in his left hand continued to strike Naraku, refreshing the Shadow Suppression BUFF. With 8,000 HP, Yang Tao didn't even want to activate Eight Gates.
So others wouldn't say he was bullying him.
Naraku really wanted to speak, but every time he tried, he would be hit in the face with a wooden board by the other party. His lungs were about to explode from anger.
Neither his poison nor his tentacles had any effect on the other party.
Where did this guy come from? How could he be so abnormal?
Not far away, Miroku held Shippo and stood at the edge of the miasma. There was nothing he could do; Naraku's miasma was simply too obvious.
A large expanse of forest had withered and died.
Miroku's enemy was also Naraku, but he only knew Naraku's name, not Naraku's appearance. When he saw Yang Tao chasing Naraku, hacking wildly both in the sky and on the ground like a father beating his son, he silently swallowed his saliva.
'He could clearly just take it by force, but he chose to play a game with you instead. He's really too kind-hearted.'
Suddenly, he widened his eyes.
Naraku's demonic aura suddenly surged, and Yang Tao naturally noticed this situation as well.
Yang Tao looked at Naraku, whose HP had reached 24,000, and chuckled, "It's useless, just a dying struggle."
At this moment, Naraku had at least twenty four souls jewel shards on him. It looked like he had embedded all of them at once.
Green steam rose from his body.
"In that case, Grandma Li knocks on the door — open."
"Gate of Death, open. I'll give you a quick end."
In an instant, red steam replaced the green steam. Yang Tao's body had already surpassed Miroku's visual capture limit; in his eyes, Yang Tao's figure had completely disappeared.
Even Naraku could only barely see an afterimage.
A passionate voice rang out from the air: "Evening Elephant!"
First Step!
With one strike, Naraku's proud demonic power barrier shattered directly, and before he could condense it again—
The Second Step landed on him, and some of the scattered power plowed deep marks into the forest behind Naraku.
Naraku's face was flushed, and before he could spit out the blood in his mouth, Yang Tao's attack arrived again.
Third Step, Fourth Step, Fifth Step.
Naraku completely lost his breath. His body fell from the air like a broken rag doll.
Yang Tao reached out and caught his corpse, then directly tore open his chest. Twenty-two four souls jewel shards glowed brightly in his chest.
"Damn it, I haven't even used Night Guy yet, what a waste!"
After putting the four souls jewel shards into his backpack, with a puff, his body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the air. Naraku's unsupported corpse fell from the sky, landing heavily on the ravaged ground.
Monk Miroku: "!!!"
Such an attack had exceeded his imagination; there were no complicated incantations, no flashy movements, only pure power and speed.
He couldn't see Yang Tao, but he could see Naraku's appearance after being attacked.
Even a demon of this level couldn't last even three seconds in Yang Tao's hands.
He murmured softly, "This… can a human really achieve this?"
Shippo, in Monk Miroku's arms, heard his words and immediately said, "Sir, he's a god, not a human at all!!!"
A god?
Miroku felt a little lost.
Just then, a hand rested on his shoulder, and Yang Tao's voice rang out: "Monk Miroku, check if the Wind Tunnel in your palm has disappeared…"
The Wind Tunnel in Monk Miroku's palm originated from Naraku's curse. Normally, it was sealed with prayer beads, but once opened, it could suck in anything.
Of course, that was just in theory.
As long as one was strong enough, the Wind Tunnel was nothing but a joke.
Furthermore, the Wind Tunnel was like a bottomless black hole; it would grow larger year by year, and its suction power would increase, eventually drawing its owner into it.
That's why it was called a curse.
Monk Miroku's expression froze when he heard Yang Tao's words, then he sensed the curse in his palm.
"The Wind Tunnel is still there…"
"As expected, it's just a clone."
Yang Tao pouted helplessly.
The one who died was indeed Naraku, but Naraku had many bodies.
Not only did he have clones like Kagura, but he also had some clones that were identical to his main body. Overall, compared to Orochimaru, the two of them were equally matched in their life-saving techniques.
Another point was that Naraku's clones had the same strength as his main body, or it could be said that the one who survived was the main body.