Retracting her Nichirin Blade, Mizuki finally had time to look up and observe this magnificent Dimensional Space.
What kind of Blood Demon Art is this?
This is completely like superpowers.
He's striving for Immortal Ascension.
I've never seen anything this powerful.
Mizuki's eyes were filled with surprise and envy. Could her Blood Demon Art be this impressive?
Who exactly is the Ultimate Being?
Muzan, if you can't handle this, shouldn't you hurry up and step down?
Based on this level of skill, it's clear who is stronger.
So, is this reasonable?
Is this really reasonable?
"Sigh." Mizuki let out a breath.
This is a bit troublesome.
Since she failed to restrain that guy, she must find him before Muzan breaks down the poison.
Mizuki shook her head, shifted slightly, and stood on the suspended platform, scanning her surroundings.
She could faintly hear the low growls of demons and sounds of destruction coming from the buildings overhead.
It seems she was tossed into a place that is quite low down.
Does that mean... she's a bit unlucky?
Mizuki rubbed her brow, gripped her Nichirin Blade, and jumped off the platform. She couldn't get any leverage here, making it difficult to step back up.
She was currently standing where she had landed, on a floating corridor.
She could faintly hear faint, low panting sounds coming from the room next door.
Mizuki's expression shifted slightly, and without any warning, she took half a step back.
The next moment, the room to her front right was smashed through.
The wooden door instantly shattered and plunged downwards.
A massive figure blocked her path, and through the dust, she could vaguely make out its horrifying, crimson eyes.
It was a demon with a huge physique.
"Demon Slayer! Die!" A paw the size of a sandbag tore through the dust cloud and slashed towards Mizuki.
"If only Muzan were this easy to fight."
Thinking this, Mizuki slightly lowered her body, avoiding the claw strike while walking forward with a calm expression.
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The demon was quite shocked, having never expected the enemy before him to try to escape through the gap between him and the wall.
Without hesitation, he raised his other fist and slammed it violently towards Mizuki.
But for some reason, his field of vision suddenly dropped, followed immediately by a severe tilt.
When he could finally see clearly again, a pair of slender legs was walking indifferently past his head.
Her back was no longer in sight.
As his head rolled, he saw his own gradually dissipating body and finally understood.
He had been decapitated... Mizuki quickened her pace, encountering many Fodder Demons along the way. It seemed Muzan had summoned most, if not all, of his demons to deal with today's situation.
She hadn't expected such a quantity spread across the country.
Fortunately, most of them were just making up the numbers, with none as strong as the Upper Ranks.
As for the Lower Ranks, that caliber of demon was not much different from the other trash; it was merely a quantitative difference, far from reaching the qualitative change of the Upper Ranks.
The Infinity Castle was vast, with buildings defying gravity and even space, floating eerily in mid-air.
Luckily, her perception was not restricted; she could sense that some people had already engaged in combat.
But she couldn't rush over; Muzan's location hadn't been found yet.
She hurried in the direction where Muzan had fallen, where the sound of a biwa occasionally drifted from.
That Biwa Demon—it wouldn't be bad if she could deal with her first.
Mizuki thought this to herself.
As for Kokushibou, although she really wanted to personally finish him off, she couldn't let that disrupt the original plan.
As Mizuki advanced, she suddenly flung a stream of Sword Qi towards a nearby room. The Sword Qi ripped through the wooden door, cleanly slicing off the bodies of the grotesque demons lunging from behind.
Some demons whose necks weren't severed were still frantically crawling towards Mizuki.
Too ugly.
Mizuki felt physically uncomfortable and cleaned them up thoroughly with a few more slashes.
Mizuki sheathed her blade and turned, suddenly catching a strong scent of blood.
It was the smell of human blood.
It was coming from ahead.
Nothing unusual had appeared in her perception yet, but the smell of blood drifted quite far, suggesting that more than one or two people had died.
They are not members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Mizuki judged.
Currently, only the Pillars should have been dragged in; that Blood Demon Art definitely couldn't pull hundreds of Demon Slayer Corps members down simultaneously.
Is it 'food'?
Mizuki's expression darkened slightly, and she rushed toward the source of the blood scent.
It was right on her path. If anyone was still alive, she could... As the location drew nearer, Mizuki sensed a very familiar presence.
It was a demon's presence.
But for the moment, she couldn't recall where she had encountered the owner of this presence.
Next to that presence, a faint, weak presence drifted.
A human presence.
She seemed to know who it was.
Only that guy would be so cruel as to keep humans confined near him.
Suddenly, several more familiar presences entered Mizuki's perception.
Mizuki's expression shifted, and she quickened her pace. Along the way, doors were smashed open by demons, surging towards her like a tide of corpses, seemingly trying to block her path.
Mizuki took a deep breath, and red-tinged Qi flowed out from the corners of her mouth.
"Snow Breathing Eleventh Form: Crimson Furnace Lighting Snow!"
Her slender fingers gripped the hilt, flashing past like a crimson sharp sword, encircled by a burst of firelight.
A streak of red light shone forth, piercing through the demons along the way like a bolt of aurora... At this very moment.
Inside a room not far in front of Mizuki.
Kanae severed the demon lunging at her with a single strike and instructed her younger sister behind her, "Be careful, the number of demons is increasing."
Kochou Shinobu nodded seriously: "Mhm, I know."
As expected of Muzan's lair, the presence of demons permeated everywhere.
If any one of them had fallen here alone, even if they weren't facing the Twelve Demon Moons, they would likely be exhausted to death.
"Flower Breathing, Fourth Form: Crimson Hanagoromo!"
Kanao flipped several times in mid-air and landed between the two of them.
A slight, unnoticeable smile played on her lips.
So happy.
Fighting alongside her older sisters.
She felt like she had endless strength.
The three looked out for each other, continuously defeating the fierce demons rushing at them, and advancing in a certain direction.
Finally, after resolving a wave of demon attacks, they entered a spacious room.
When they clearly saw the scene inside the room, Kanae's and Kochou Shinobu's expressions changed almost simultaneously.
It looked like a pond connected by wooden bridges.
It was hard to imagine seeing such a sight inside this place.
It seemed there were some demons with taste.
If one ignored the pile of human corpses in front of them.
"That guy is..." Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged on the wooden bridge, Kanae's pupils slightly contracted.
That guy was... the demon who almost killed her.
Upper Rank Two, Douma.
A demon second only to Muzan and Kokushibou.
He is a genuine monster.
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