What the Hell Are We Still Fighting For? Let's Get Out of Here

Kokushibo knew things had gone terribly wrong. His body had just been struck by lightning and was still numb, leaving him unable to move quickly.

To regain control of his body as fast as possible, Kokushibo did not hesitate to stab his Katana straight into his own leg, using the pain to restore his physical senses.

"My body finally feels normal again... Lord Muzan, there's no mistaking this move. We need to retreat now!"

Just as Kokushibo and Muzan were preparing to flee, Hakuji immediately moved, unleashing Azure Silver Chaotic Remnant Light at the two men trying to escape.

The airflow bullets they had initially considered insignificant had now become an infuriating obstruction. Hundreds of them forced Muzan and Kokushibo to halt their escape!

"With him here, we'll never get away. Take him down first!"

Without needing Muzan to say more, Kokushibo instantly drew his blade and slashed at the pursuing Hakuji in the distance.

Facing that single crescent-blade slash, Hakuji evaded it without much effort. Yet just as he completed his dodge, something unexpected happened!

Another crescent blade lunged at Hakuji's face. In such a brief span of time, it could not possibly have been a second slash from the enemy. The only explanation was...

He had released two slashes from the very beginning. Such superb swordsmanship—no wonder he was Muzan's trusted subordinate!

Air Form!

In that fleeting instant, Hakuji threw a punch. Using the recoil from the airflow smashing into the ground, his body shot into the air, evading Kokushibo's hidden second slash.

"What remarkable battle awareness... What a pity..."

Though they stood on opposing sides, Kokushibo still held Hakuji in high regard. At that moment, he saw himself not as a demon, but as a cultivator pursuing the very pinnacle of martial arts.

Unfortunately, the current situation