What kind of power was that?
His body was dismantled almost in an instant... torn into countless pieces of flesh just like tofu.
The last time he suffered such a heavy blow was when he encountered Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
Although he could still recover, Muzan felt an inexplicable panic.
Fortunately, he was buried in a ravine where sunlight couldn't reach; otherwise, he feared he would really have been dragged out to sunbathe.
"Who exactly was that sacred being?"
His flesh recovered frantically to its original state. Shoulders bare, his upper body exposed, Muzan's hands trembled.
Youkai... What kind of existence were they exactly?
"What is Naraku plotting again?"
Sesshomaru turned his head to look at Kagura, who was sitting on a feather, and questioned her.
"How would I know? Suddenly being called to monitor this guy who serves neither man nor beast, I don't understand it myself."
Communicating with Sesshomaru, Kagura didn't feel any constraint or fear. Because she knew that if the other party wanted to kill her, without Naraku's help, it would definitely be hard to run.
"Neither man nor beast?"
Sesshomaru glanced at the fleeing aura, which seemed to be gradually moving away.
"Aren't you going to chase him?"
"There is no need."
Also sensing Muzan's escaping movements, Kagura asked, but Sesshomaru gave his answer.
To handle a foreign object of that level... It wasn't worth Sesshomaru dealing with it personally.
Sheathing Tokijin, Sesshomaru turned around.
Only when she saw Sesshomaru disappear did Kagura realize something belatedly. The direction Muzan fled to seemed to be...
"Mn? It's Inuyasha and his group..."
...
"Damn it! The villagers were all killed. Which bastard did this?! Is it Naraku?!"
Running into a village, they found that no one had survived. Severed limbs and bloodstains were left everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Inuyasha instantly became furious.
"..."
Even though Kagome had experienced many things, she still felt a bit physiologically uncomfortable facing the scene before her.
Sensing her mood, Inuyasha stepped in front of her to block the view.
"Too excessive!"
Rikuo clenched his fists, his voice trembling. He would absolutely not sit by and ignore a youkai capable of such brutal acts.
"No... it looks more like they were eaten. Be careful, there are strange auras in the surrounding houses!"
Miroku squatted down to examine the death state of a villager, suddenly reacting and shouting loudly.
"In the houses?"
Hearing this, Sango turned around to look at the surrounding buildings.
GRAAAH!!
One could faintly hear hissing sounds; those were not human voices.
ROAR!!
Kirara instantly grew larger, while Shippo hid behind, watching nervously.
"Not planning to come out?"
Able to feel the restlessness in the wooden houses but receiving no attack for a long time, Inuyasha instead waited somewhat impatiently.
He sniffed. He didn't sense the scent of humans. Previously, it was masked by the heavy smell of blood, but now, upon careful investigation, he discovered that every wooden house hid strange creatures.
"They aren't humans!! They smell just like corpses. There are a lot of them!"
...
At the same time, Muzan, who had just fled back to his stronghold, was resting.
That terrifying enemy from just now didn't chase after him, which made him breathe a sigh of relief instead.
"If I can gain a foothold in this world, I will definitely be able to be reborn! Heheh!!"
Uncontrollable laughter escaped him. Thinking of that unreasonable strength, it was truly yearning.
He hid inside a house in the village, then heard the commotion outside.
"Humans..."
Poking his head out the window to look, he saw a group of people he hadn't seen before at the intersection not far away.
One wearing a dark blue kasaya, holding a shakujo staff.
One holding a giant boomerang, dressed in attire like a ninja.
One young man wearing a haori and kimono, looking harmless.
One non-human wearing red clothes, possessing white long hair, with ears growing on top of his head.
And a girl dressed incredibly out of keeping with the times, carrying a bow on her back.
"Just in time, the sun is about to set too."
Not putting this group of people in his eyes, Muzan didn't care at all.
Meeting that bewitching opponent earlier was completely unexpected. It was just bad luck. Just avoid him next time; there was no direct conflict.
Wait until he created powerful Upper Moons, sooner or later he could achieve a great career.
"Go finish them off!"
Seeing that the village could no longer be illuminated by sunlight, Muzan subsequently issued the order.
He specially chose this place to be his stronghold because the environment here was very suitable for Demons to survive. Even if it wasn't completely dark yet, the sunlight would already be blocked by the surrounding mountains and forests, facilitating movement.
BANG!!
CRASH!!
The sounds of breaking doors represented that the Demons had already taken action.
Muzan, who was sitting properly, subsequently saw a scene he would never forget in his life.
That person in red drew the tattered sword at his waist. The sword instantly transformed into a giant fang-like blade, subsequently swung by him.
"[Wind Scar]!!!"
BOOM!!
CRACK!!
"What!!"
What kind of spectacle was that?
A hurricane tearing through the earth swallowed everything.
Many Demons, including a few Lower Moon Demons, were all reduced to ashes.
Trembling all over, Muzan couldn't speak for a time.
One strike... Just one strike swept away all the Demons he had created with great difficulty.
That abnormal power, even from a distance, left Muzan astonished.
"What was that? Screaming while rushing over, I thought they were strong, didn't expect them to be so fragile."
"So amazing, Inuyasha-san, that sword of yours turns out to be a demon sword."
"Tessaiga is forged from a fang, you know. It's a demon sword used to protect people."
"Shippo, you guy, don't blabber!"
"Mn? There seems to be another guy in the room directly ahead... the smell is also very strange."
The other party's conversation made Muzan unable to laugh anymore.
'Discovered!'
Before his butt could even warm the seat, he hurriedly stood up intending to leave.
Although this place was very good, Muzan really didn't want to risk his life facing this group of people.
Ever since being slashed by Yoriichi Tsugikuni due to carelessness, he had been particularly cautious.
That guy holding the giant machete might not be as simple as he appeared on the surface. There was no need for him to fight to the death with the opponent.
Thinking this way, Muzan fled without hesitation.
"Hey! Don't run!!"
...
"Hah... whew..."
He also rejoiced that the sun had set, so he didn't need to hide too much.
"Damn it!"
It had been a long time since he encountered such a miserable situation, and Muzan was very angry about this.
He, a dignified Millennium Demon King, was actually this wretched.
"But, it's harmless! I will definitely succeed! I can create demons of that level casually. Heheh!"
But thinking that he wasn't harmed in any way, Muzan sneered again.
However, he suddenly sensed an anomaly and turned his head to look at the other side of the mountain path.
There, a woman dressed in red and white miko robes, bringing a little girl, was drawing a bow and aiming at him.
For a moment, his laughter stopped.
WHOOSH!!