"Yoriichi, well done." The swordsman in the purple kimono slowly sheathed his long sword.
The red swordsman smiled slightly: "Brother, you too. If you hadn't stopped him in time, this guy would have escaped."
"Indeed, it's fortunate that both of us brothers are here. The sorrow of the demons can finally end in our generation."
What an disrespectful dream... Enmu's breathing quickened a few times.
Upper Rank Demon Moons and Lower Rank Demon Moons rarely meet. Even when they go to the Infinity Castle for meetings, they do so in batches, each holding their own.
Muzan was unwilling to let demons form factions and conspire. Ordinary demons would not be placed in the same location, let alone the Twelve Demon Moons, who were almost always far away from each other.
If he had been fortunate enough to see the face of Upper Rank One, he would have noticed that these two looked almost identical to that Upper Rank.
Before Enmu could recover from the vision of Muzan being dismembered into a thousand pieces, a voice as cold as ice to the bone sounded from behind him.
"Thank you for letting me have an interesting dream." It was a voice so clear and cold, as if being in a world of ice and snow, with bone-chilling frost, making Enmu's whole body numb and a chill rush to his brain.
Enmu quickly turned his head, facing the same face as the two swordsmen.
The crimson double pupils were incredibly demonic, coldly locking onto him.
Sure enough, he seemed to have seen this face somewhere... As Mizuki appeared, Yoriichi and Michikatsu, who were beside her, suddenly froze, as if glitching.
At this moment, Enmu had no time to ponder where he had seen Mizuki, because his mind was already overwhelmed.
Enmu's face showed shock: "How is this possible... How did you wake up?"
This woman's spiritual power is indeed rare in the world, but the pain in her heart is deeper than that of ordinary people. Since she has been affected, she shouldn't have woken up so easily.
The more flaws a person has in their heart, the deeper they fall.
Mizuki slowly drew the Nichirin Blade from her waist, her expression calm: "I never dwell on unrealistic things."
It must be said that Enmu's dream was indeed beautifully woven.
Because it was ultimately based on what Mizuki herself wished for, such as Michikatsu and Yoriichi being good elder brothers, and her father and mother being very gentle.
For example, when Yoriichi defeated Muzan, Michikatsu was by his side.
Everything was too perfect, making it difficult for Mizuki not to notice.
She has always been a pessimist, never approaching things from a positive perspective.
If something offers huge profits without any risk, it must be false.
This is the underlying logic of her emotions, unshaken by other matters.
No matter how much she longed for such beauty, she couldn't deceive herself.
Moreover... she is not alone now.
There was no one waiting for her in the false dream, nor was there anyone she was waiting for.
Mizuki drew her blade and looked up: "You're a Lower Rank, aren't you?"
"Hmm? Can't you see?" Enmu calmed down and smiled, pointing to his eyes.
"One look is enough. Such a weak Blood Demon Art can only belong to a mere Lower Rank."
Even with the amplification of Muzan's blood, there is still a gap in strength between Lower Ranks and Upper Ranks.
These words seemed to sting Enmu's heart; no demon doesn't want to become an Upper Rank.
Even a pervert like him would get angry at being belittled by others.
Just as the different ways of carving characters in the eyes of Lower Ranks and Upper Ranks made the Lower Ranks quite displeased.
"Since you don't want to have a good dream, then I shall grant you a nightmare." Enmu's expression became somewhat distorted, and he stretched out his arm, the mouth on the back of his hand opening wide.
"Ah, I love nothing more than making people have nightmares after they've had beautiful dreams."
"Watching those unfortunate souls crumble and struggle in pain, I just love it so much."
As his words fell, strange ripples spread out.
Kibutsuji Muzan, who had just been chopped into pieces by Yoriichi and Michikatsu, miraculously revived completely, and with a swing of the long whip in his hand, he cut both of them in half at the waist.
"Mizuki! Why didn't you save me?"
"You've always been like this! Always useless!"
"Useless! You're useless!"
Their bloody eyes stared fixedly at her, as if cursing her.
Mizuki laughed in anger, her gaze growing colder: "Are you looking down on me?"
Seeing Mizuki's calm reaction, a cold sweat dripped from Enmu's forehead.
He forgot, this woman's spiritual power was terrifyingly strong.
Although dreams could be manipulated by his Blood Demon Art, this woman's self-awareness was already clear.
Nightmares are terrifying because, in dreams, the subconscious takes over, and one cannot control their own will, which is why people fear nightmares.
When one knows it's fake, nightmares aren't so scary anymore.
In fact... it can have the opposite effect.
Enraging the master of the dream.
Enmu waved his arm, commanding his boss to swing the long whip at Mizuki, while he himself turned and ran.
He had to find her core of the spirit before this woman fully woke up, otherwise his beautiful dream of devouring an entire train of people to become an Upper Rank would be ruined.
The Kibutsuji Muzan in the dream was as powerful as she remembered, and Mizuki, who was about to chase Enmu immediately, paused.
She had never fought Muzan before. Although the one in front of her wasn't the real Muzan, in terms of strength, this dream Muzan indeed gave her a strong sense of oppression.
Might as well try.
This was Mizuki's subconscious thought.
While she was thinking, the whip formed from his arm slashed towards Mizuki, like two narrow blades.
It was indeed very fast.
Even a slight graze would be fatal.
Just as Yoriichi had said back then.
Mizuki narrowly avoided it; she still couldn't fully see the speed of Muzan's whip.
The real Muzan would only be stronger.
Let instinct guide her, surrender her brain to her body.
Mizuki's steps became lighter, and her dodging grew more skillful.
As the situation improved, Mizuki also saw the limitations of this fake Muzan.
The Muzan before her was just a fake Muzan created based on the information Yoriichi and she possessed.
In terms of combat, he only used the long whip.
That was because her information only knew this much.
And Muzan himself would certainly not only possess this crude move.
The whip was fast, but if it was just the whip, it wasn't impressive enough.
Without even Demonization, Mizuki, using her combat experience, closed in on Muzan with minimal scrapes, and then... decapitated him.
The battle ended quickly, not bringing Mizuki too many insights.
After all, in her battle with Muzan, as long as she avoided severe injuries that would prevent her regeneration from keeping up, or being incapacitated and devoured by him, she wouldn't have to worry about Muzan killing her.
Leaving behind the scattered corpses, Mizuki turned and left without any lingering attachment.
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