Rustle, rustle...
The body of Saint Fist turned into star sand and dissipated with the wind. It was as if it had completed its mission and could finally end the eternal standoff.
In front of the Calamity Source Spring, Casio's tall and burly contour stood, his black trench coat fluttering loudly in the Gale. He had witnessed with his own eyes how a Saint Fist ran out of oil and waned, turning to ash. He remained silent, seemingly feeling the will that lingered in the wind. After a long time had passed, Casio finally turned to leave.
Towards the direction of the Corpse of the Ultimate Dark Entity with Golden Power.
He believed that the Saint Fist had no regrets when it dissipated. Being able to drag the Golden Power down to Hell with it was the greatest fulfillment of its Obsession.
Next, it was time for the feeding frenzy of the Demon Idol's Secret Martial Art.
