That sleazy old man's head that fell to the ground,
Instead of turning to ashes and disappearing like a normal ghost after being beheaded, it began to writhe wildly and eerily.
"Click--click--"
The sounds of muscles tearing and bones dislocating and reforming echoed through the silent woods.
In the blink of an eye.
The shriveled corpse was forcibly torn apart from the middle and reformed into four tall, muscular young demons!
These four evil spirits, which appeared out of nowhere, had different appearances and wore different clothes.
But the most striking feature is that each of their protruding tongues has a clearly etched Chinese character.
This sudden and bizarre magic trick left Sanemi completely dumbfounded.
The smile on his face froze instantly, and the hand holding the knife stood still in mid-air, unsure of how to react.
The moment these four ghosts appeared, the surrounding air became extremely oppressive, and a cold, bloodthirsty Demon Aura spread like a tide.
But strangely enough...
Although this aura was extremely strong, it also carried an eerie and unsettling quality.
However, it didn't reach the Upper Rank of oppressive power that makes one's legs go weak and one's soul tremble at the mere sight of it.
If we had to find a point of reference, the energy emanating from these four demons would be more like the combined effect of top-tier Lower Rank.
It was precisely because of the deceptive nature of this aura that, although Sanemi and the other two were shocked by the "split regeneration technique" before them, they did not immediately consider the possibility of certain death.
As long as they didn't feel the oppression of that insurmountable class divide, these hot-tempered young swordsmen had only one thought in their minds.
Just do it.
Sekido face was congealed with rage, his temper flaring with extreme aggression, and the veins on his forehead throbbed as if the whole world owed him millions.
As soon as it took shape, without even glancing at the three Demon Slayer opposite it, it turned around in annoyance and started cursing at its companion who was holding a large fan.
"Karaku! Get away from me!"
"The carefree stupidity you exude makes me want to vomit!"
"So annoying! So annoying!"
"These three despicable humans are utterly annoying! How dare they disturb this old man's peaceful slumber!!"
The evil spirit known as Karaku wasn't angry at all; instead, it waved its fan and let out a carefree, hearty laugh.
"Oh dear, don't be so irritable when you 'Sekido. Getting too hot-tempered can harm your health!"
Karaku turned her gaze to Sanemi, who was still in a daze not far away, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of finding a new toy.
"Look at that white-haired kid, isn't he funny?!"
"I can't wait to blow him into the sky with a fan and fly him like a kite, haha!"
A piercing, high-pitched laugh echoed from mid-air.
With wings on its back, a bird-like appearance, and sharp eagle Urogi hovered below the treetop.
Hehe! I'm so happy!
"It's been a long time since I've seen so many delicate-skinned Demon Slayer at once. I'm going to cut open their bellies and take out their steaming entrails for a good taste!"
The last demon held a gleaming cross-patterned spear, its face filled with unyielding sorrow and grief.
She let out Aizetsu, mournful sigh, a sound that seemed to drain the moisture from the surrounding leaves, utterly desolate.
"Alas, how pathetic, so pathetic! These humans are so weak, yet they still come here to die. Is suffering all there is to living?"
"Let me use this gun to give them a quick and painless release."
These four distinctly different demonic clones, resembling a group of comedians performing a crosstalk routine, completely shattered the previously somber atmosphere in the forest.
But this seemingly oblivious conversation felt like a series of resounding slaps to the faces of Sanemi and the other two.
This is being distributed like food on a plate!
The anger in Obanai's heterochromatic eyes finally erupted, and the Kaburamaru on her neck straightened up, letting out a sharp hiss.
"A bunch of deformed freaks who love magic tricks, do they really think they'll be invincible if they cut themselves into four pieces?"
"You're not even as good as Upper Rank One, yet you dare to boast so arrogantly!"
Obanai mercilessly exposed the four ghosts' disguise.
Sanemi also came to his senses, feeling that his momentary lapse in concentration was an utter disgrace. He gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly and roared through gritted teeth.
"Who cares what kind of disgusting thing it is!"
"You dare play tricks on me? I'll chop you into mincemeat and feed you to the wild dogs today!"
Masachika, who had been standing at the rear, remaining vigilant, was now experiencing a heart pounding like a drum.
He wasn't as headstrong as Sanemi and Obanai; that unease stemming from intuition reached its peak at this moment.
Regardless of whether the aura of these four demons reached the terrifying level of Upper Rank demon,
With its ability to survive decapitation and regenerate, it's definitely not a tough opponent that the three ordinary team members can handle.
Taking advantage of the infighting on the other side, Masachika gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the signal pistol in his hand, pointed the muzzle directly at the dark night sky, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
We must bring those pillars down!
However, at the very moment Masachika his fingers...
The man, who had been cursing Sekido, suddenly turned around, his fierce eyes fixed on the small metal object in Masachika's hand.
He Sekido, his anger and disgust growing stronger.
"What kind of junk are you holding? Are you trying to call someone to interrupt our fun?"
"You're absolutely in my way! Get out of my way!"
Sekido, he roared and casually raised the tin staff in his hand, slamming it heavily to the ground.
"Boom!!"
A deafening roar that shattered eardrums exploded halfway up the mountain.
There is no pre-animation.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
A blinding blue-white bolt of lightning, as thick as a bucket, like an enraged thunder dragon, shattered the layers of tree canopy with such speed that even the human retina couldn't catch its afterimage.
In slow motion,
The bolt of lightning struck Masachika's raised hand with absolute precision and with overwhelming force.
The finely crafted steel signal gun didn't even have time to ignite its gunpowder.
Under this terrifying high temperature and electric current, it instantly melted into a charred mass of scrap iron and slag.
An absurdly powerful electric current coursed through Masachika's arm and throughout his body.
"Ugh..."
Masachika's hair stood on end, and countless charred gashes instantly burst open on his skin, his entire body emitting pungent black smoke.
The immense impact sent the good-natured young man flying more than ten meters away, crashing heavily into a thick, large tree. His fate was unknown.
Masachika!!
The canthus of the eyes is Sanemi split.
His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and the string of reason in his brain snapped completely at that moment.
"Bastards!! I'll tear you to pieces!!"
Sanemi gripped his green Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, completely disregarding defense, and charged towards the nearest Karaku like a derailed Fire Wheel.
He pushed the Wind Breathing to a level beyond his physical limits.
A visible blue vortex of wind formed around him, determined to shred the grinning demon before him into mincemeat.
Despite this all-out attack, Karaku maintained his carefree smile.
"Wow, that's fast! And that fierce expression! It's perfect kite material!"
Karaku spoke lightly, raised the maple leaf fan in his hand, and swung it down fiercely at Sanemi, who was charging at him like a cannonball.
With the wave of the round fan.
A terrifying hurricane, completely unreasonable and irrational, suddenly swept up in front of Sanemi.
The wind was ridiculously strong, shattering the blue whirlwind that Sanemi had whipped up with his blade with devastating force, and then slammed solidly into Sanemi's chest.
"Ugh..."
Sanemi felt as if he had crashed head-on into a high-speed mountain.
The man and his knife were swept up dozens of meters into the air by this terrifying, demonic wind, tumbling wildly in the sky like a tattered sack.
Finally, Sanemi, covered in blood and strewn with broken branches,
It crashed heavily into a muddy pit full of thorns.
The disparity in strength is too great!
Even without the suffocating pressure of the Upper Rank, the bizarre Blood Demon Art displayed by these four monsters was something that ordinary swordsmen simply could not withstand.
This was a one-sided crushing defeat, a complete annihilation.