Obanai clenched her back teeth tightly, tasting the strong metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.
He forcefully suppressed the surging fear in his heart, knowing that he absolutely could not back down now.
His body moved like a venomous snake cornered in a desperate situation, gliding forward with incredible agility along the ground before using his legs to propel himself up onto a leaning tree trunk.
The wavy Nichirin Blade drew a strange and sinister arc in the night, aiming straight for the throat of the bird-man, Urogi, who was still laughing wildly in mid-air.
"Too slow! Too slow!"
"It crawls around like a worm, it makes me laugh so hard I can't stop!"
Urogi hovered in mid-air, watching Obanai attack, and suddenly opened its sharp, long beak, like that of a raptor.
"Whee--!"
A burst of extremely piercing high-frequency sound waves, seemingly capable of penetrating the very soul, poured out of Urogi's mouth without reservation.
The sound waves transformed into visible, distorted ripples in the air, spreading wildly.
With nowhere to grab onto and suspended in mid-air, Obanai had no way to avoid the sonic storm.
Obanai felt a tearing, excruciating pain in her eardrums, and two streams of warm blood gushed uncontrollably from her ear canals.
His internal balance organs were completely destroyed in an instant. The intense dizziness and nausea made his vision go black, and the scimitar in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.
The originally precise attack trajectory was completely distorted.
Obanai lost her balance and, like a bird shot by a hunting rifle, fell awkwardly from mid-air.
This dark forest has become a one-sided slaughterhouse.
Three genius swordsmen who were just moments ago slaughtering their way through a pile of weaklings,
At this moment, in front of these four evil spirits, they were like three babies who had just learned to walk.
He was repeatedly rubbed into the ground by all sorts of unreasonable Blood Demon Art.
Holding a cross-patterned gun, Aizetsu of sorrow, dragged his heavy steps slowly to the Masachika, who lay motionless on the ground.
"Sigh, seeing you in such pain fills my heart with sorrow as well."
With Aizetsu sigh, he raised the sharp spear in his hand high, its tip gleaming with a cold light, aiming it at Masachika's heart.
"To spare you further suffering, let me help you end this miserable life."
Sanemi, trapped in the mud, tried his best to climb out.
He stared intently at the four monsters, his vision blurring, and in his mind, he cursed the old man who had staged the accident for eighteen generations.
How did that timid, cowardly good-for-nothing from just now suddenly split into four arrogant, world-destroying demons?
What kind of ridiculously absurd contrast is this?!
"Don't touch him... you bunch of... scum..."
A roar escaped Sanemi's throat; despair gripped his heart like a cold, icy hand.
The camera zooms out, passing through layers of black fog.
A secluded wooden cabin Mount Sagiri.
A biting mountain wind howled past, swirling up countless withered yellow leaves that danced in the night.
Giyu Tomioka sat cross-legged on the highest eaves of the wooden house, his eyes slightly closed.
Transparent World unfolded perfectly in his mind, like a holographic radar.
Every corner of the entire Mount Sagiri is clearly visible under this comprehensive surveillance.
Suddenly, a violent energy fluctuation erupted from the woods halfway up the mountain.
Giyu's deep blue eyes snapped open.
In his Transparent World, the area halfway up the mountain originally contained only some scattered, faint points of light.
But just now, one of the points of light instantly split into four extremely dense clusters of foul aura.
The four energies intertwined, unleashing a powerful reaction of lightning, gale-force winds, and sonic waves.
Giyu frowned slightly.
Very strong, yet very weak!
This is his fair assessment.
These four ghosts that appeared out of nowhere
Although the fluctuations in his aura were far inferior to those of Upper Rank One Kokushibo, whom he had encountered on Hachijōjima, they also lacked the absolute oppressive feeling that made one's soul tremble.
However, judging from the intensity of the Blood Demon Art they unleashed, these four demons have definitely reached the level of top-tier Lower Rank demons.
The combined power of four top-tier Lower Rank warriors with extremely bizarre abilities would be an absolute disaster for the ordinary crew members below them.
Giyu's right hand instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword.
As the Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, descending the mountain to rescue his comrades and slaying demons is an instinct etched into his very bones.
His muscles tensed instantly, ready to launch himself at any moment and transform into a stream of water rushing down the mountain.
But.
Just as he was about to draw his sword and stand up...
In the perception of Transparent World,
A dense cluster of dazzling points of light appeared.
The number was astonishing, with more than a dozen foul auras no weaker than those of the Lower Rank level!
These deeply hidden evil spirits are like a pack of hungry wolves that have smelled blood.
They silently bypassed the main force of the battle, hugging the mountainside as they approached the wooden house!
The goal of this group of small fry is very clear.
This is the wooden house with the lights on!
On the back of Giyu's hand, where he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, the veins bulged.
He had just lifted halfway up when he abruptly sat back down on the roof.
He took a deep breath and laboriously shifted his gaze from the four rampaging Split Demons halfway up the mountain.
I can't go.
We absolutely cannot leave this place, not even for a moment.
Giyu's mind was working with exceptional clarity and composure at that moment.
Muzan, that ancient mummy who lived for a thousand years and was even more cunning than a fox, really went all out.
They actually resorted to such a low-level tactic of feinting in the middle of a major battle.
They used four powerful, monstrous demons to create a commotion halfway up the mountain, hoping to attract the attention of the main Demon Slayer Corps and even trick the Pillars guarding the summit into coming down.
Meanwhile, they secretly dispatched an elite commando team of more than a dozen Lower Rank- level demons, preparing to launch a surprise attack and steal their home from a blind spot.
The Yaoshi inside, cut into pieces and still hurling insults, is a walking nuclear weapon.
Muzan was clearly determined to reclaim this perfect cell that could withstand sunlight.
The moment I stepped out of the roof, those Lower Rank rabble hiding in the shadows broke through the defenses and slipped into the house.
Then, Tamayo, Kanae, and Shinobu, who are working day and night to develop the Demon Transformation Medicine Agent, will all be torn to pieces.
That crucial Yaoshi will also be successfully snatched away by this group of scoundrels and taken back to Infinity Castle.
At that point, the whole world will truly be doomed.
The relative importance of each is obvious.
He is now the last and most important line of defense for the entire Mount Sagiri, and arguably the entire human world.
"I can only trust you all now. I'll do my best to survive."
Giyu silently recited a sentence in his heart.
Giyu slowly straightened up.
The night wind made his unusually colored feather robe flutter loudly.