The Scribe didn't believe those guys had died inside.
He walked to the blood pool and looked at it curiously.
Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.
The color of the blood pool seemed to be slowly fading.
Although very slowly, it has already begun to change from bright red to dark red.
The smell of blood in the air didn't seem as strong anymore.
Staring intently at the blood pool, the Scribe seemed to see four whirlpools at the bottom.
One large and three small, it seemed as if something was devouring the nutrients in the blood.
Realizing what the guys from the Tonryoku were doing, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.
Since I know the other side is getting stronger, I'm not going to be foolish enough to let them get away with it so easily.
Interrupting spellcasting is an indispensable part of the battle.
With a powerful swing, several strong sword energies flew out and crashed into the blood pool.
"Bang bang bang!"
The once calm blood pool was stirred up again, and the entire surface of the pool seemed to be cleaved apart by this attack.
"Scribe, if you have the guts, wait until I've absorbed everything, then we'll have a final showdown."
Why should I listen to you?
The voice of the Tonryoku came from below the blood pool, and it seemed that the Scribe was very angry about what he had done.
Upon hearing his words, Scribe did not hesitate at all, and several more sword energies flew out.
This time, he chose to attack the edge of the blood pool.
With a few splashing sounds, several cracks appeared on the rock-made pool walls.
The fallen pebbles landed in the pool, splashing up large sprays of water.
"Scribe, what you're doing is taking advantage of someone in distress and shows a lack of martial ethics!"
Tonryoku's voice came again, sounding like a long-suppressed volcano, incredibly suppressed.
Even so, he still showed no intention of coming out.
"You can't even be considered human, and besides, I have no morals to talk to you about."
With continuous sword energy, Scribe relentlessly damaged the pool walls.
"How about this: I'll stop once you all come out of the pool."
"Fine, fine, you just wait."
Realizing he couldn't stop the Scribe, Tonryoku could only utter a harsh remark and let him attack.
But the Scribe clearly felt that the vortex was spinning much faster.
Clearly, these guys, driven to the brink, are going to fight tooth and nail.
"However, you have no chance."
Looking at the most severely damaged section of the pool wall, Scribe's lips curled into a slight smile.
"Nine Head Dragon Flash!"
Several sword energies flew out and struck the shattered area simultaneously.
"Click click click~"
Having already been attacked multiple times, the stone wall finally reached its limit.
After a series of cracking sounds, it broke in half like a collapsing mountain and crashed to the side.
The walls of the blood pool are broken.
Chapter 420 Shocking Change
The blood in the pool flowed out along the broken section like a wild horse.
The moment the blood pool wall shattered, the Scribe clearly heard Tonryoku's unwilling scream.
"No!"
"Look what you've done!"
After his rage, Tonryoku's voice was filled with resentment.
"You made me lose the opportunity to take things a step further!"
"Those who harm others deserve to die."
With a cold laugh, Scribe glanced at the large amount of blood flowing out.
Once the water level drops to a certain point, it will take action and sever the head of the Tonryoku.
Perhaps out of resentment, or perhaps out of a touch of madness, Tonryoku took a near-crazy action.
"Tonryoku, what are you doing?!"
"No, sir!"
"Help me! Help me!"
The voices of Anze and the other two demons came from the blood pool, seemingly indicating that Tonryoku was doing something bad to them.
His words were filled with fear and panic.
Upon hearing this, the Scribe suddenly frowned.
He clearly felt that the aura belonging to the Tonryoku, which had been stagnant, had begun to rise again.
Correspondingly, the auras of Anze and the other two ghosts began to decline.
An idea popped into his mind, and the Scribe said in disbelief.
"Is this guy absorbing nutrients from other ghosts?"
"Scribe, let me show you my strongest self!"
Feeling his strength growing again, Tonryoku's voice became much more excited.
"You three, become nourishment for my evolutionary journey!"
With three unwilling shouts, Tonryoku's figure leaped out of the blood pool.
He is different now than before; he has undergone a complete transformation.
His tall figure had become somewhat bloated, and his entire body was covered in a thick layer of blood plasma.
Behind it, three slender tentacles grew out and hung down to the ground.
The blood dripping from the tentacles corrodes the soil, creating large holes.
The bones in his hands became incredibly large, and when he clenched his fists, they looked like a hedgehog curling up.
Its two feet had merged together, forming a shape similar to Serpent Tail's tail.
"Did you see that? Did you see that? This is the strongest me!"
Stretching his body, Tonryoku's face showed an expression of ecstasy.
"This feeling is so pleasant."
Scribe had nothing to say about Tonryoku's sentiments.
After all, he had encountered similar situations more than once or twice in his long life.
Many ghosts like to make a few remarks after becoming stronger, and also say a few harsh words.
Looking at the blood pool behind Tonryoku, Scribe noticed that the blood that was originally flowing had completely solidified.
It seems that all the nutrients have been absorbed, leaving only a pile of impurities.
Seeing this, his doubts grew even stronger.
How does Tonryoku extract nutrients from the other three demons and transfer them to himself to strengthen himself?
Is it through his own Blood Demon Art, or the hidden mechanism of this blood pool?
Seeing the ecstatic Tonryoku on Tunli's face, he suddenly had an idea.
"Tonryoku, are Anze and the other two already dead?"
"I don't know, I don't care. It's their honor to be a stepping stone on my path."
When the Scribe asked this question, Tonryoku replied nonchalantly.
After all, in his view, he was now invincible.
All life present, whether human or ghost, will become his nourishment.
Chatting with "food" a little longer is a favor you can do for it.
Raising an eyebrow, the Scribe continued to ask.
"Judging from your appearance, you seem to have become quite strong."
"Of course, I can now enter the Twelve Kizuki!"
Before entering the Blood Pool, Tonryoku already possessed the strength of Lower Rank Moon Demon.
After absorbing the blood pool and the nourishment of the other three demons, he unsurprisingly joined the ranks of the Upper Rank.
It even surpassed the three Upper Rank that were created by Stone Demon and others.
This feeling of transcending social class must have made him feel somewhat smug.
"Tsk, this is really something. It seems that this blood pool has played a significant role."
"What blood pool? This thing is nothing!"
Without much thought, Tonryoku quickly refuted Scribe, pointing out the error in his words.
"The Blood Pool doesn't have that function; it's related to my abilities."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the faint smile on Scribe's face.
You tricked me!
With a roar, Tonryoku realized that he had fallen into a trap set by the Scribe.
"All warfare is based on deception; I was just too stupid."
With a smile, the Scribe felt relieved.
Since it's not a problem with the blood pool, as long as the Tonryoku is eliminated, the harm shouldn't be too great.
Just as the Scribe was about to draw his sword and kill the opponent, a notification sound rang in his mind once again.
The Scribe assumed this would be a notification indicating a change in the mission's progress.
After all, Tanjiro and his companions had eliminated quite a few demons in the previous battles, which had accelerated their progress considerably.
But soon he realized that something was wrong.
"Beep beep beep, due to unknown reasons, the course of the world has changed. Please explore the details yourself."
"What the hell?"
After listening, the Scribe was completely confused.
This was the first time in a long time that he had received such a prompt.
"What impact will it have, what changes will it bring, and why do we still need to explore these questions independently?"
For the first time in my life, the system has given such a vague response.
As a result, a bad feeling arose in the Scribe's heart.
Just then, a figure as sharp as an arrow shot down from outside.
In the blink of an eye, it landed on the Scribe's shoulder.
The newcomer was none other than Black Feather, the Kasugai Crow who was exclusively assigned to the Scribe.