Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

"No, it's probably because the quantity is still not enough, but my spirit and my will can't hold on any longer."

"My demonic body will also fall into collapse."

The cloud dog, which had expanded to thirty meters and looked like a natural disaster, found itself in a bottleneck.

It's like a full bucket. What needs to be poured in is no longer water, but nectar!

"Okata, dragon bone spirit..."

Dou Ya slowly lay down and began to shrink the area of ​​swallowing night, from the initial twenty miles in radius to ten miles, five miles, and finally stopped at one mile.

"According to the time, the Oyakata will soon see the dead leopard cat. The war will soon begin."

"You need to fully master your own strength and reach the state of being able to use it as easily as your own arm."

Dou Ya closed his scarlet eyes, his mind sank into his body, and he slowly transformed from a cloud dog demon body into a human form.

The long silver hair fluttered in the night, and the face as handsome as a demon, under the light of Senluo's demonic power, showed a glow that was a mixture of divinity and devilishness.

Chapter 80 I avoid his edge?

On the banks of the River Styx, the inky mist surged endlessly like entangled giant pythons.

Fishy raindrops fell from the dark sky, making a dense gnawing sound on the river bank where dead bones were piled up.

The turbid river water flows silently, reflecting the twisted dead trees on both sides.

Those jagged branches looked like the hands of a drowning man reaching toward the sky.

The fog wove a flowing shroud on the river surface, occasionally revealing swollen, pale limbs beneath the water, and then quickly sewn back together by the howling, cold wind that carried the souls of the dead.

As the leopard cat stepped on the bones and moved forward, phosphorescent smoke rose from where his paws passed, and countless souls disintegrated into ashes beside his mountain-like body.

Most of the people around were unconscious souls, floating forward according to their instincts.

Occasionally, some of the dead who still had some consciousness would look up, and the towering figure reflected in their pupils would make them tremble and shrink into the mist.

"This kind of damn place is unpleasant to stay in."

The low roar rolling from the throat of the beast caused waves of air, and the lightning and fire flowing in the beast's eyes burned the resentful gauze wrapped around his body.

The black mist formed by thousands of years of resentment was shattered, and in an instant, new curses emerged from the depths of the Styx, climbing up his back like a maggot attached to his bones.

In the underworld where the living are forbidden to enter, the spontaneously generated repulsive force is constantly eroding this living demon body.

The pervasive Yellow Springs miasma tried to seep into the bloodstream through the pores of the demon, but was blocked by the realm power that filled the demon's body.

Feeling himself being soaked in water, Okada shook his body uncomfortably, then stomped his foot on the ground in displeasure.

The River Styx in front of him was like a war drum being struck by a heavy hammer.

The bones floating in the turbid waves turned into powder and scattered in the shaking waves.

From the depths of the riverbed came the wails of countless dead souls, their unanimous howling making the pro-Kaifang even more unhappy.

"It's really noisy!"

Just when the Okinakata was about to make a big fuss, the sound of Buddhist bells suddenly came from the upper reaches of the Styx.

The trembling cries of the dead souls suddenly stopped, as if they were strangled by some more ancient rules.

The clear sound of Buddhist bells penetrated the thick fog, and every sound caused blood-red Lycoris radiata to bloom on the water surface.

The lightning between Qin Fang's claws dissipated, and his expression was slightly serious as he looked at the petite figure floating downstream.

The small boat carrying the girl in gorgeous clothes cut through the thick fog that looked like a shroud, and the paper lanterns on the bow emitted a dim halo of light.

The gilded hem of the twelve-piece dress hung down over the edge of the boat, and every fold was decorated with the patterns of red spider lilies.

Between the black hair that was darker than the River Styx, the red pupils were burning, like the karmic fire that could burn through the cycle of reincarnation.

The moment their eyes met, Okada grinned and leaped forward.

The demon's body in mid-air shrank to the size of an ordinary human, and its samurai armor faded into a black feather robe, and it landed on the boat as light as a feather.

The Hell Girl remained silent and continued to row the boat towards the depths of the River Styx.

When the last ray of dim light from the eaves of the boat sank into the gates of hell, thousands of silver threads suddenly fell from the sky above the Styx.

The three-eyed spider's joints were knocking on the spider web with the sky as the longitude and latitude, and its eight chelicerae were embedded in the cracks in the clouds.

Quietly gazing at the departing boat, the three vertical pupils were like the endlessly flowing Styx, remaining as calm as ever.

The more reckless the big monsters in the world of the living are during their lifetime, the less likely they are to be loved by the underworld after their death.

There are infinite possibilities for the living, but for the dead there is only a journey home.

Deadly rules are the only thing in the underworld and hell.

Anyone who breaks this rule will be hated by the underworld and will be targeted the moment after death.

Without the protection of a vibrant body, even the soul of a great monster would find it difficult to break free from the drag of the underworld.

Not to mention, there are also those hell messengers who have been sharpening their knives for a long time.

"Great Lord Ocelot, have you seen your destined battle?"

As the gatekeeper of hell, the three-eyed spider is undoubtedly a great monster with the ability to control the realm of cause and effect.

Also limited by his personal strength, he could only see the broken scene of his relatives bleeding in the wilderness from the spider web under him.

As to whether the Okinakata was actually killed and who attacked him, the three-eyed spider did not see it.

It is also impossible to predict whether the future trajectory will really be like this.

But what is certain is that if no major changes are made, the pro-party will most likely be in trouble.

"Today's cause, tomorrow's result. The more trouble you cause, the sooner you die. Even a great monster will die."

The three-eyed spider thought calmly, then he took a deep breath and looked to the side again -

Not long after the Okinakata left, the king of the dog tribe arrived.

"It's still the same damn place."

The Dog King stood there with a snow-white dog tail on his shoulder, wearing silver armor and robes and a long sword at his waist, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Although there was no sign of the Okinawan, the smell of the ocelot was more refreshing than the foul stench of the Styx.

Staring at the Dog King who had found a place to rest his eyes, the three-eyed spider's soul trembled, and its spider silk instantly wove a terrifying omen -

The River Styx turned back into a red waterfall, and the bones of the dead melted into glass rain in the thunderstorm.

In the dry riverbed, the heroic figures of the leopard cat and the dog demon fighting bloody battle emerged.

The spider web in the sky was being torn into cracks by the two evil spirits.

The scene lasted only a moment, but it made the three-eyed spider's scalp tingle. It immediately dropped its spider silk and hovered in front of the Dog King.

"Your Excellency the Dog King, the Netherworld is not a place for you to fight!"

If the future in the picture really appeared, the three-eyed spider couldn't believe how angry the big shots in hell would be.

What kind of punishment will he, the guardian of the gate of hell, face?

"The fight doesn't depend on me, but on the pro-Kata."

The Dog King opened his eyes, and in his clear and bright eyes, he reflected the alert figure of the gatekeeper of hell, and he chuckled.

"I know a little about your abilities. From your third eye, did you predict who would live and who would die?"

The three-eyed spider fell silent.

His ability to control cause and effect, although it is called control, is actually more like a passive flash of inspiration.

Only when something is about to happen that is strongly related to and has a strong impact on you will it manifest in the spider web.

It is not impossible to use it actively, but it is difficult.

At the same time, the difficulty will vary depending on the object of the spying.

The possibility of a great monster with power of the same level as the world in its body being discovered by the three-eyed spider is extremely low.

Only in hell's home turf would there be greater possibilities.

After all, these evil monsters from the mortal world never do anything good when they come to hell; they are all here to cause trouble!

"Who lives and who dies is destined. If the Dog King insists on having his own way, don't blame me for not giving you face."

The vertical pupil in the center of the three-eyed spider emitted a faint light, and its eight chelicerae tore the spider web in the sky. From the sky, a huge black spider with a colorful surface appeared, lying across the center of the spider web!

As he moved his mountainous body, a swastika symbol made of fur emerged from his abdomen, and each stroke was gushing out, carrying with it a sulfurous poisonous mist of Buddhist verses.

The nearby River Styx suddenly fell into a strange stagnation, and the floating Lycoris radiata froze in mid-air.

The three-eyed spider's breath turned into a hurricane blowing from hell, making the dog king's silver armor rustle!

"Your Excellency's temper is too violent. I don't want to see violence or killing."

After the Dog King said this, the three-eyed spider, who actually didn't want to fight at all, felt happy.

Fighting beside the River Styx, he would not gain any benefit whether he won or lost.

It would be best if the Dog King could choose to retreat under his power.

"Then please leave first, Your Excellency the Dog King. When the Ocelot Lord leaves..."

"Wait! What are you talking about?"

The Dog King, who had come here to cause trouble and couldn't find a reason, rudely interrupted the three-eyed spider and said in a deep voice.

"Should I avoid his edge?"

The three-eyed spider, thinking something was wrong, shrank slightly and its momentum was no longer as overwhelming as before.

"That's not what I meant. I just hope..."

"Hope? In the final analysis, don't you still want me to take a step back first?"

The Dog King took advantage of the situation and continued to interrupt the three-eyed spider. The latter also frowned and came to his senses.

The three-eyed spider has dealt with 80% of the big monsters in the world, including some with bad tempers and violent anger.

But the Dog King, whose reverse scale had not been touched, was obviously not among them.

So what does he mean today?