He journeyed for what felt like an eternity, his steps weary but determined. Eventually, he halted to rest his fatigued body. Moments passed in silence until he sensed the ominous presence of the demonic energy drawing nearer.

Suddenly, the heavens opened, releasing a deluge of rain that morphed into a corrosive torrent, dissolving all it touched. Shielded by his spiritual energy, Asura remained unaffected as the poisoned downpour transformed the landscape into a desolate wasteland.

Raising his gaze, he beheld three ominous figures hovering above—the Demon Lords of Death, Poisoned Blood, and Fire.

Asura: "I must thank you for sparing me the trouble. Why don't you offer me your heads since you know the futility of opposing me? I assume the system has briefed you about my prowess."

Death: "Why fear Death when I embody it?"

Poison: "Let's skip the pleasantries and engage in combat."

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Fire: "Hmm."

Asura: "Fair enough. But I'm curious, why are only three of you present? Where are the remaining five?"

Poison: "Do you doubt the strength of the three of us against a mere human?"

Without further ado, Poison wielded the blood of fallen creatures, fashioning them into deadly spears. She launched one towards Asura while another followed in a vicious downward arc. Asura deftly parried with GREG, countering each assault. Though skilled in close combat, Poison found herself outmatched, driven back by Asura's relentless onslaught. Meanwhile, Death aimed a skeletal sword at Asura, narrowly evaded with a burst of speed.

Manipulating the essence of air, Asura accelerated his movements with the Shifting Index technique. He struck Poison and deftly kicked Death aside. Suddenly, flames engulfed him, but to no avail. Asura emerged unscathed, dispatching Death's skeletal soldiers with swift precision.

Harnessing newfound speed, he materialized behind Fire, delivering a decisive blow with GREG. Though Fire retaliated with torrents of flame, Asura dodged effortlessly, deflecting the onslaught with GREG's elemental resistance. When Fire dared him to cut flame, Asura's demeanor shifted.

Asura: "You shouldn't have said that."

In an instant, his demeanor hardened. Death sensed the impending demise of Fire and intervened, shattering his own weapon to shield his ally. But it was too late—Fire lost an arm, his regenerative abilities failing.

Fire: "Why isn't my arm healing?"

Asura: "You've provoked the wrong adversary."

Death mimicked Asura, assimilating skeletal hands into his own structure. Poison conjured blood hands, taxing her strength. Together, they unleashed their ultimate techniques, converging on Asura with deadly intent.

Death: "Absolute Death."

Poison: "Poison Fang."

Fire: "Inferno."

As they charged, Asura braced for the onslaught, prepared to confront the full might of the Demon Lords.