After becoming Half-Demons and breaking free of Muzan's control, they naturally could not die at a mere thought from him. But if he drove a fingernail straight into their heads and injected his blood, they would die immediately.
Watching the Half-Demon explode into a mist of blood, Muzan disgustedly wiped his hands with a cloth.
Douma suddenly felt that there ought to be limits to having fun.
Who knew? If Muzan got annoyed one day, he might turn Douma into fireworks.
"Let's go."
Muzan spoke as he headed deeper inside.
He felt that he ought to get himself a Nichirin Blade. He still preferred stabbing people in the head to bestow blood rather than dealing with Half-Demons.
Douma followed with a grin.
There were quite a few people taking the examination, and many demons on Mount Fujikasane as well. Faint cries for help, screams, sounds of battle, and furious roars drifted through the forest from every direction...
But Mount Fujikasane was not small, and some places were quite tranquil.
After Muzan casually dealt with several demons that had failed to recognize their place, he heard screams.
"Help!! Help!!! I don't want to die!!!"
"Don't eat me! Please, don't eat me!"
The voices were filled with terror and the will to survive.
Muzan looked toward the source of the voices, glanced at Douma, then turned and ran in that direction.
After passing several trees that blocked his view, he saw a grotesque female demon with blood and bits of flesh around her mouth and horns on her head. Her jaws, wide enough to swallow a human head whole, were clamped over a man.
The man held up his sword to block the female demon's mouth. He had used every ounce of strength he possessed, and his arms were already trembling under