It was at this time that
The front yard of the wooden house looks just like a demolition site.
The ground was covered with glittering fragments of ice sculptures and terrifying craters created by heavy blunt objects.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."
Gyomei Himejima his hands together, two wide tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
His unfocused, whitish eyes now seemed to be equipped with the most accurate GPS holographic navigation radar.
[Transparent World], Full Power On!
In Gyomei's vision, the condition inside Upper Rank Two's body was completely visible, and could even be described as horrific.
"So that's how it is. Your internal organs are being rapidly dissolved by some kind of domineering toxin."
Gyomei streamed down his face, Xingming spoke in a compassionate tone, uttering words that sent chills down one's spine.
"Every time you activate Blood Demon Art, the toxins circulate faster in your bloodstream, corroding your heart meridian."
"How pitiful you are, enduring such torment. Let this humble monk perform a physical ritual to help you find peace and escape this boundless sea of suffering as soon as possible."
Before he finished speaking, Gyomei's right arm, which was thicker than an ordinary person's thigh, suddenly swelled up.
"Call--!"
The black chains were stretched taut in the air, making a sharp tearing sound.
The enormous meteor hammer, carrying terrifying wind pressure, struck with unparalleled precision along a bizarre, physics-defying trajectory towards the spot where Doma was trying to dodge.
"Oh dear, this monk is clearly blind, yet he hits people with incredible accuracy, as if he had eight eyes!"
Doma roared inwardly, his composure shattered on his face.
He is truly suffering in silence.
Giyu Tomioka's few drops of highly poisonous blood were practically a biological weapon tailor-made for a demon like him!
The moment the blood entered my stomach, it felt like swallowing a huge bucket of scalding Aqua Regia; my internal organs were desperately trying to dissolve.
His most prized super-fast regeneration ability was now being used entirely to repair his rotten internal organs, leaving him with less than half of his usual fighting strength.
"Blood Demon Art: The Fierce-Cold White Princess!"
Doma his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain churning in his stomach, and fiercely waved his two golden fans.
Two enormous ice lotuses bloomed in mid-air, attempting to unleash freezing cold to block the deadly meteor hammer.
But it didn't work.
Faced with Gyomei's absolute power that had opened up Transparent World,
It was all in vain!!
"Boom!!"
The meteor hammer smashed the ice lotus violently, sending ice shards flying everywhere.
Although Doma tried his best to drift backward, the intense pain caused by the dissolution of his internal organs slowed his movements considerably.
This very second!!
The enormous meteor hammer, accompanied by a terrifying gale, flew past Doma's right cheek.
"Bang!"
Even if it's just a graze from the edge of the hammer,
The immense force caused Doma to lose his balance in mid-air and tumble into a nearby snowdrift like a tattered sack.
"Ouch!"
Doma scrambled to his feet, looking disheveled, and reached out to touch something.
His handsome face, which always wore a fake smile and boasted of being flawless, was now severely swollen on the right side.
Several of his teeth were shattered in the process.
"My handsome face that captivates countless girls!"
Doma touched his right cheek, which was swollen like Boar's Head, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his colorful eyes.
As the leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult, he was treated like a god by his followers wherever he went. When had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from another snow pit not far away.
"Splash--!"
The snow was suddenly pushed aside.
A burly young man, rubbing his sunken nose, grumbled as he climbed out of the snowdrift.
He was knocked unconscious by a simple, straightforward punch from Giyu Tomioka.
Then, like throwing away trash, it was tossed onto the Upper Rank Four — Zohakuten— at the summit.
"That damned expressionless man... how dare he break my nose! This kind of bullying of the weak is unforgivable!"
Zohakuten urged his cells to repair his collapsed nose while roaring through gritted teeth.
His gaze happened to sweep across the battlefield ahead.
Then,
He then saw Upper Rank Two, with half Boar's Head's head on his face, being forced to retreat by a muscular monk who was over two meters tall.
Zohakuten was stunned for a moment, then a haughty sneer appeared on his face.
"Doma! What the hell are you up to?"
Zohakuten spoke disdainfully, and two new wooden drumsticks materialized in his hands at some point.
"A dignified Upper Rank Two, actually beaten into this state by a bald monk who only knows how to shed tears! You've disgraced the Infinity Castle!"
Zohakuten tapped the taiko drum on his back, striking a pose of a powerful figure pointing out the flaws in the world.
Stop playing house! Quickly use your Blood Demon Art to freeze this bald monk!
"Let's join forces and crush this pesky giant into mincemeat!"
"Then I'll immediately go down the mountain and tear that expressionless man in the oddly colored haori to pieces to vent my anger!!"
Upon hearing Zohakuten's boastful words, Doma, with half his face swollen, forced out an ugly smile.
"Oh my, it's little brother Zohakuten!"
While using his golden fan to deflect a broad axe blow from Gyomei, Doma was internally rolling his eyes wildly.
If you were really that capable, you idiot, how come you got your nose broken and were thrown here like a dead dog?
Joining forces?
I need sheer willpower to even stand up now!
Doma was about to say something in agreement to keep this new, free thug in check.
Sudden.
He was stunned!
The scent of Upper Rank Seven — the Yaoshi...
It has completely disappeared.
Not even a trace of residue remained!!
This means that the research fanatic who possessed the perfect cells of the Blue Spider Lily has been completely annihilated.
Doma paused for a moment.
Complex light flashed rapidly in those seven-colored, glass-like eyes.
At that moment, the brain began to calculate rapidly.
"The Yaoshi is dead?"
"In other words, the core objective that Lord Muzan sent us here has been completely destroyed."
Doma quickly calculated in his mind.
If the objective is lost, what's the point of fighting?
He glanced into the distance, where his most desired delicacy lay— Kanae Kocho!!
Pity,
They were being tightly protected by this monk, who was over two meters tall and wielding a meteor hammer.
Doma's gaze swept over the face of Gyomei Himejima, a face filled with both compassion and murderous intent, before he looked at his arms, which were thicker than a tree.
A strong feeling of nausea welled up inside me.
"It's so ugly!"
"This kind of rough, unattractive man, covered in sweat and filthy stench, I couldn't bring myself to eat him, even if he begged me!"
Doma shook his head in disdain.
The mission objective failed, he was poisoned and his internal organs dissolved, and the opponent was a muscular man with no appetite.
Stay here and fight this bald monk to the death?
Only someone with a screw loose would do that!!
The camaraderie among plastic workers was on full display at this moment.
On Doma's swollen face, the utterly fake, sunny smile instantly returned.
"Oh dear, what a pity."
Doma turned his head and looked at Zohakuten, who was still arrogantly challenging him, and spoke sincerely.
"Little brother Zohakuten, your suggestion is truly tempting."
"I really wanted to go with you and teach this big, clueless brute a lesson."
At this point, Doma sighed dramatically and tapped his forehead with his golden fan.
"But then I suddenly remembered that there was a very devout young female believer in the Eternal Paradise Cult, waiting for me to hear her confession."
"As the leader, how can you keep your followers waiting? That would be a grave sin!"
Zohakuten was completely stunned.
His expression froze instantly, and he even wondered if his ears had been frostbitten.
"Ha?"
Zohakuten stared wide-eyed, as if he had heard something utterly unbelievable.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Believer? Confession?"
"This is Muzan- sama's all-out offensive! And you're actually going to run away for a follower?!"
Doma completely ignored Zohakuten's roar.
He gracefully glided backward a short distance, grasped the golden fan with both hands, and swung it sharply in front of him.
Blood Demon Art: Freezing Clouds!
A massive burst of icy white mist erupted from his fan.
This Freezing Clouds was not only cold, but also had a strong effect on obscuring vision, completely enveloping the entire front yard of the wooden house in the blink of an eye.
"Not good!"
Gyomei Himejima and immediately swung his meteor hammer, trying to use the wind pressure to disperse this deadly fog.
"Amitabha Buddha, where can you escape, you wicked creature!"
However, when the strong winds blew away the Freezing Clouds...
Doma was nowhere to be seen.
Zohakuten stared dumbfounded in the direction of the mountain path.
There stood Upper Rank Two, his face now half-swollen like Boar's Head, who just a moment ago appeared weak and on the verge of collapsing.
At this moment, it was like a wild dog that had broken free of its reins, striding merrily and running wildly down the mountain without looking back.
The speed at which they ran was ridiculously fast, leaving a long trail of afterimages on the snow.
There was no sign of weakness or serious poisoning at all!
"They... ran away?"
Zohakuten stood still.
He stood alone in the snowdrifts, the cold wind blowing in his face making him shiver.
What kind of god-tier teammates are these?!
What happened to our promise to dominate the battlefield together?
What happened to fighting for Muzan's honor?
You just threw out a smoke bomb, then ran away at lightning speed without even saying a word?!
The unprecedented sense of abandonment and betrayal caused Zohakuten's already distorted mentality to completely explode.
He turned his head and roared in the direction Doma fled, his voice cracking with rage.
"Doma! You shameless coward!"
"Muzan dare you desert your post! Lord Muzan will never let you get away with this!!"
Only the empty echoes of the mountains and forests answered him.
"Ahem~!"
A cough carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression slowly rose from behind Zohakuten.
The roar of Zohakuten abruptly stopped, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end in an instant.
He stiffly turned his head, little by little.
He was greeted
It was the immense, overwhelming shadow of the Gyomei Himejima.
This 2.2-meter-tall Stone Hashira, with muscles as hard as rock, was looking down at him from above.
Gyomei clasped his hands together, tears streaming even more fiercely from the corners of his eyes, his fierce face now filled with compassion and pity.
Amitabha Buddha~
Gyomei sighed, his voice filled with sorrow for the world.
"Your companions have abandoned you at this crucial moment, leaving you alone to face this boundless sea of suffering."
"It's so pathetic, so pitiful."
As Gyomei wept, he slowly, yet with unwavering determination, raised the broad axe in his hand, which radiated a terrifying killing intent.
"Let this humble monk perform the final ritual for your soul."
"This humble monk guarantees that this physical ritual will be performed very quickly and will not cause you much pain."
Zohakuten stared at the broad axe, which was several times larger than his own head, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
He now understood why that Doma had run away so fast.
This isn't a monk at all.
This is clearly an ancient, ferocious beast draped in a cassock!