Pure Black Nightmare (Forty-Four) -- Scattering Lotuses!

At the same time,

Having been punched deep into the rock wall, Zohakuten barely managed to open his eyes amidst excruciating pain.

His head was buzzing.

My vision was blurry, my nose was completely flattened, and most of my teeth were broken.

This perfect body, worthy of the Upper Rank, is now struggling to even move a finger.

"How... is this possible..."

Zohakuten wailed in despair in his heart.

He tried to mobilize the cells in his body to regenerate at an accelerated rate.

But the violent and savage force of the punch left on his wound was suppressing his recovery ability.

A purely physical attack actually produced a spell-sealing effect!!

What the hell is this muscle density?!?!

Just as he began to doubt the existence of ghosts.

"Pat-pat, pat!"

A series of unhurried footsteps echoed through the muddy water.

Zohakuten struggled to lift his head.

In the dim moonlight, Giyu Tomioka's perpetually unchanging icy face stared straight down at him.

There was neither murderous intent nor mockery in those deep blue eyes.

It's utter and complete blatant disregard!

"You..."

Zohakuten swallowed a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and sand, and fear finally welled up in his eyes.

He was scared.

Having lived for hundreds of years and slaughtered countless Demon Slayer, he felt a chill for the first time today.

The man in front of me was wearing a differently colored haori.

They're not even human!

It's definitely an ancient ferocious beast disguised in human skin!

"No... don't kill me..."

The arrogant Zohakuten, uttering words of begging for mercy, uttered utterances with utterly spineless courage.

It's a pity.

The phrase "empathy with demons" simply doesn't exist in Giyu Tomioka's dictionary.

He didn't even bother to draw his Nichirin Blade.

Giyu reached out and roughly grabbed Zohakuten by the back of the neck.

It's like carrying a kitten.

"Snap--!"

Giyu a single, forceful effort, Yi Yong pulled Zohakuten out of the stone wall!

Giyu casually poked a nerve node on the back of his neck.

"Ugh!"

Zohakuten rolled his eyes and fainted instantly, completely losing his temper.

Easily defeated!

After doing all that.

Giyu, carrying the heavy body, turned around and cast an emotionless gaze at the trio lying in the mud.

He was swept over by those icy eyes.

Sanemi and Obanai, who were sulking furiously, both stiffened instinctively.

Giyu, carrying Zohakuten in one hand, calmly began the handover of his work.

"I'm going to the mountaintop."

"The Coward Demon will then lower its guard."

"Half a mile away."

"Go find him and kill him."

There was no encouragement, no comfort, not even a superfluous greeting.

It's like a completely emotionless boss assigning you incredibly difficult KPIs in a tone that's utterly devoid of emotion.

Sanemi angry that he wanted to pick up a stone and throw it at him.

"Hey! Who are you ordering around, you bastard?! Can't you see how badly I'm injured?!"

"You think I don't want to go and chop down that real body?!"

"I have to yell to even stand up now!!"

However.

Sanemi had barely finished speaking.

"Boom--!"

The mud beneath Giyu's feet suddenly exploded, instantly creating a crater two meters wide.

The terrifying recoil force unleashed a storm.

Mud and gravel flew everywhere, covering Sanemi and Obanai's heads and faces.

When they wiped the mud off their faces and opened their eyes again...

The dead end was empty and silent.

Without even seeing a shadow, Giyu Tomioka had already vanished from the spot, carrying the hundred-pound Zohakuten!

Only a pale blue afterimage remained, slowly dissipating into the air!

A terrifying explosion that shattered the sound barrier resounded in mid-air.

This shows just how outrageous the speed was.

Sanemi's mouth gaped open, the rest of his curse stuck in his throat.

"This is fucking..."

Obanai stared at the sky with a lifeless expression, her eyes vacant like a dehydrated salted fish.

"God, if I am guilty..."

"Just send a bolt of lightning to strike me dead."

"Instead of sending this god-level expressionless guy to repeatedly crush my pitiful self-esteem! o(╥╥)o"

At the same time.

At the summit of Mount Sagiri, another battlefield.

The atmosphere here is even colder than an ice cave in Antarctica.

"Oh dear..."

A sigh of helplessness and frustration drifted slowly from the shattered pit.

Doma, stepping on the ice shards, wobbled and slowly made his way up from the bottom of the pit.

His usually meticulously styled short, white-oak hair was now somewhat disheveled.

The gorgeous clothes were also covered in dust.

Most noticeably, the cuts on his flawless, handsome face, inflicted by the gale force of the meteor hammer, did not heal instantly as usual.

Doma his hand, wiped the blood off his face with his thumb, and licked it.

"It really hurts."

He dropped his grinning demeanor.

In those eyes, which resembled seven-colored glass, the cold glint of a apex predator was finally revealed without any concealment.

"This master chef~"

"Your strength is truly incredible, so incredible it's completely unreasonable."

"If those blows had missed even a fraction of an inch, my handsome face might have been smashed into a meat patty."

Doma gracefully unfolded the golden iron fan in his hand.

"Since you're in such a hurry to send me to Pure Land..."

"Then I can't keep it hidden anymore."

"After all, if you're not honest with your followers, you'll be disliked by the gods."

Not far away.

Gyomei Himejima's muscles were taut.

He gripped the frost-covered chains with both hands, and the tears on his face had long since frozen into ice crystals from the sudden drop in temperature.

"Amitabha."

"You evil spirit who spreads heresy and deceives the masses, this humble monk will tear you to pieces today!!"

Gyomei's thick right arm suddenly exerted force again.

The meteor hammer, larger than a millstone, roared down once again with the force to smash everything!

"Stone Breathing, First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar!"

The meteor hammer and broad axe, one on the left and one on the right, slammed into Doma with an overbearing and unreasonable posture!

However.

This time, the Doma didn't go away.

He merely bent down slightly, a cold smile curving his lips.

He suddenly waved two golden fans in front of him.

"Blood Demon Art: The Fierce-Cold White Princess!"

Call--!

Two enormous white lotus flowers, formed from extremely cold ice crystals, bloomed instantly at Doma's feet.

Immediately afterwards.

The upper bodies of two alluring Ice Shrine Maiden with stunningly beautiful faces slowly rose from the lotus.

They closed their eyes, faced forward, and gently exhaled a puff of white mist.

This white mist looks gentle, but it contains an absurdly low temperature that can freeze even steel brittle instantly!

The white fog spread arrogantly, freezing the moisture in the air instantly and even stopping the wind.

The moment Gyomei's two meteor hammers and broad axe, which were attacking from both sides, came into contact with the white mist...

"Click--"

The surface of the once unstoppable heavy weapon instantly froze into a thick layer of ice!

Not only that.

The cold air even traveled along the large iron chain at the speed of light towards Gyomei's tightly clenched hands!

"Not good!"

Gyomei was greatly alarmed.

The weapon's weight more than doubled instantly, and the previously invincible force was largely neutralized by the cold air.

"Bang--!"

The meteor hammer struck the protective ice surface in front of Doma, breaking off only a few ice shards before falling limply to the ground.

Before Gyomei could retrieve his weapon...

Doma's figure had already floated into the air under the cover of the white mist.

He looked down at Gyomei, his wrist flicking.

Blood Demon Art: Scattering Lotuses!

Countless sharp lotus petals rained down on Gyomei, striking him relentlessly!

Too fast!

The scope is too large!

Moreover, each ice flower carries a chilling fighting spirit capable of tearing through flesh.

Gyomei could only frantically wave his hands, rapidly spinning the chains in front of him in an attempt to block the attack.

"Stone Breathing - Third Form - Stone Skin!"

The swaying of the chains did indeed deflect most of the deadly ice blades.

But!

Doma's Blood Demon Art is not just about physical attacks.

The toxic, icy air relentlessly invaded Gyomei's lungs.

As soon as he took a breath of cold air, Gyomei felt a burning sensation in his lungs, as if he had swallowed shards of glass, and his movements became slightly sluggish.

"Puff!"

"Pfft!"

Several dull thuds, like flesh being cut, followed in succession.

Dozens of Scattering Lotuses ice blades, which could not be blocked, mercilessly slashed open Gyomei's arms and thighs!

The blood, barely splattered, was immediately frozen into red ice beads.

Upper Rank Two is getting serious!

"Oh dear, why are you moving so slowly, you big guy?"

While constantly changing positions in the air using unpredictable movements, Doma unleashed a dense barrage of ice spikes from his golden fan.

"Your sheer power is truly giving me a headache."

But,

Even a mountain can become incredibly fragile when exposed to extreme cold!

Come on! Let me see just how strong your muscles are at resisting the cold!

The situation at the mountaintop.

In just a dozen or so breaths...

Complete deflection!

The Gyomei Himejima who had been overwhelming the enemy with absolute power was now under suffocating suppression!