The dragon-shaped mark had consumed a great deal of poison before, without showing any abnormality. But this time, it almost humanely let out a burp, enough to suggest just how potent the poison within Annin was.
If this had happened to Yamiru in the past, he figured he might not have lasted long enough to be saved by the Dragon God.
Of course, it was only a matter of timing; even if Yamiru had already perished, the Dragon God, who had lured him to Earth, could resurrect him with a snap of his fingers. After all, if Earth's Dragon God could do such things, it would be nothing for the divine being who created the Super Dragon Balls.
However, Yamiru still secretly admired Annin. The Supreme Elderly Lord was a tough one.
Once the poison in her body had been dissipated, Annin showed a look of surprise. She reached out and grabbed Yamiru's wrist, intending to prevent him from retracting it, and carefully studied the dragon-shaped mark.
Yamiru said, "You'd better not make such big movements."
He looked at Annin's hand gripping his wrist. Even though the poison had been neutralized, the damage done to her body wouldn't reverse.
Earlier, Yamiru had lightly touched Annin's wrist, causing part of her flesh to tear away. Now, as she grabbed his wrist with force, her own flesh misaligned in the process. Yamiru couldn't pull away with force, fearing that he might pull her hand off entirely.
However, Annin didn't seem to mind. "It doesn't really matter. You can tell, right?"
"She's right!"
A booming voice suddenly descended from above, the voice of Samuel.
"What does it matter if you managed to neutralize my poison in her body? Her body has already been completely decayed by the poison. No matter what, she won't survive!"
Samuel's eerie voice echoed in the cavern's ceiling, like drops of venom landing on the heart. It seemed as though he enjoyed torturing others in their suffering.
"And you, Black Dwarf, stay away. Don't think I won't kill you."
Samuel's voice was chilling as he glared at Mr. Bobo on the flying carpet.
Of course, he truly didn't dare to kill the other! After all, the Great Demon King had personally warned him via telepathy. Although Samuel didn't understand what made the chubby, dark-skinned man with the carpet special, he knew all too well the terror of the Satan Great Demon King. And what would be the consequence of defying the Great Demon King's orders? Let's put it this way: the "Six Demon Kings" in this world were not fixed positions.
If one were to consider the sequence of replacements, Samuel might be the tenth or thirtieth Demon King. Some of the previous Demon Kings had supposedly angered the Great Demon King and were casually killed. Others, so it was said, had been assassinated by exceptional human martial artists, and perished together. In today's chaotic world, the truth was scattered, and the legendary tales passed down through human mouths had evolved into hundreds or even thousands of versions. The Demon Clan, being mostly insane, was too busy with their killing sprees to think about anything else. Only the Great Demon King truly knew the history. But who dared to go to Mount Five Elements to ask him?
When Samuel became a Demon King over a decade ago, she didn't know how the previous Demon King had fallen. But she only knew one thing—the terrifying look in Satan's eyes.
"Samuel, as long as I'm here, don't even think about hurting anyone else."
Annin soared up from the Furnace of Eight Divisions.
Although her body had mostly decayed, thanks to Yamiru's help, she had shaken off the poison and could now utilize the remaining energy in her body. It was similar to how in the original story, even though Little Goku had his arms and legs destroyed by the treacherous King Demon Piccolo, as long as he still had breath left, he could continue fighting.
"Annin! You'd be better off dying sooner," Samuel coldly stared at the human general, who was struggling to fly out of the Furnace of Eight Divisions. "You can't defeat me."
"Indeed, I can't do anything about your poison. Maybe that's why Satan chose you to be the Demon King," Annin said with a pale smile. "But I'm not afraid of your poison anymore, am I?" After a pause, she quietly asked Yamiru, who was also flying out, "It should still work, right? The little dragon on your wrist that neutralizes poison."
Although the poison that had once reached her bones was gone, the toxic mist still lingered throughout the cavern.
"How dare you! To speak the Great Demon King's name so casually!" Samuel roared and swung his hand, sending three streams of poison in a line toward the two near the furnace's entrance. "Impudent human!"
Yamiru immediately flew in front of Annin, swiftly and accurately dispersing the three streams of poison in the air, catching them in his palm.
As he had entered the Furnace of Eight Divisions earlier, due to its peculiar nature, a significant amount of his demonic energy had been dissipated. As a result, the scales on his hand had mostly faded, revealing the human skin beneath. Yamiru gripped the poison in his palm, which quickly changed color. His palm felt a faint burning sensation.
"You're an idiot! How dare you grab it with your hands..." Samuel's cold laughter echoed from above, but soon her eyes widened in surprise.
To her astonishment, the poison-tinged skin of Yamiru's hand rapidly returned to its normal state, the discoloration disappearing faster than it had appeared. As a drop of poison seeped from between Yamiru's fingers, a tiny golden dragon darted out, flying to catch the drop just before it hit the ground. The dragon opened its mouth, gulped down the poison, and contentedly licked its lips. It ignored everyone around it and quickly flew back to coil around Yamiru's wrist.
Yamiru turned and nodded at Annin, confirming, "It should still work."
"So, you were the one who cured her poison?" Samuel's gaze fixed on Yamiru's wrist as dark purple energy flames swirled around her. "You're even more of a liability than she is."
"Enough," Yamiru responded. "Who's supposed to die and who's not, I think everyone here knows just fine. No need for you to keep repeating it." He was scanning Samuel's energy. Hm, pretty strong. He wondered if he could hold on long enough for Annin.
"That's right," Annin added, her body glowing with a thick white flame. In the poisonous mist around her, she stood out like a beacon. She clenched her half-decayed hand. Did it hurt? Of course, it did. It was painful every moment. But she had no reason to stop. She strained to gather the last of her remaining strength and will, lifting her eyes to Samuel—or perhaps to somewhere behind her, in the corner of the cave ceiling, where it seemed someone was watching.
"My current strength should be enough to take her down with me. You all should leave," Annin said, retracting her gaze and turning her back to Yamiru and Mr. Bobo on the flying carpet.
Yamiru placed a hand on Annin's back, and the dragon on his wrist swept over her, clearing the poison. After just this short time outside the Furnace of Eight Divisions, Annin had already been heavily poisoned by the surrounding mist. "A farewell gift? This level of poison doesn't really affect me much," she said with a faint smile, her pale face still displaying a heroic bearing. "The Furnace of Eight Divisions is here, maybe we'll meet again in ten years or so." After a brief pause, she muttered, "If you're not dead by then."
Before she could finish speaking, her back was suddenly grabbed, and she was swiftly yanked and thrown onto Mr. Bobo's flying carpet. Annin was stunned, caught off guard by the move. What baffled her even more was that she hadn't sensed anything before he grabbed her. Could his martial arts level be even higher than hers?
"Mr. Bobo, go find that green guy with the terrible face who was with me earlier. He can heal Annin," Yamiru said, his face now taking on the distinct features of a demon dragon. After throwing Annin onto the carpet, he clenched his fists. His hand, which had previously returned to human skin, was once again covered by fine black dragon scales. He looked up slightly, his gaze fixing on Samuel's figure. "I think I forgot to properly introduce myself. My name is Sato Yamiru, and I'm a martial artist from Earth."
His aura... had it gotten stronger? Mr. Bobo thought to himself, shocked, as he flew off with Annin, leaving the cave.
Samuel coldly stared at Yamiru. "You think you can hold out until they get back?"
Yamiru smiled. "Yes."
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