A large hand reached for the Scribe's head, intending to crush it with force.
But the Scribe's swordsmanship was so formidable that he easily severed the arm.
But taking advantage of this gap, the other parts of the creature in the pot also managed to extend out.
It looks like an enlarged goldfish, except it has thick limbs.
The movement of the fins behind the fish can create a considerable airflow.
On its back was the pot that had been sitting upside down.
"Well, this is my Blood Demon Art, my spell!"
The voice of the Gyokko came from the mountains, filled with pride.
"Even the legendary Onmyoji don't have such powerful abilities, do they?"
"Powerful?"
Turning around, the Scribe's eyes darted around, searching for traces of the Gyokko.
Behind him, the Muscle Goldfish had already launched its attack.
The severed arm did nothing to affect it; with a roar, it clenched its fist and slammed it into the Scribe's back.
The wind howled through the fist, as if telling of the immense power contained within.
"All I can say is, that's incredibly weak."
A faint voice came from behind, but the Scribe didn't turn his head; he simply walked towards it.
The fish monster's fist froze in place.
The next second, countless streams of blood gushed out.
Amidst desperate cries, the massive body was chopped into dozens of pieces of flesh!
"If you brought ten thousand of these, I'd take them all."
Having located the Gyokko, Scribe swung his sword and unleashed another slash.
"Really? Then let's meet again next time when we have the chance."
Gyokko's answer was somewhat unusual, completely lacking the timidity she had shown before.
Before shrinking his body back into the pot, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Scribe, you'd better deal with those guys first."
The slash flew past, and the pot was shattered without any surprise.
However, the Gyokko itself has disappeared.
With a frown, Scribe turned to look behind him.
Not far away, a dozen or so terrifying ghosts had already gathered.
One of the ghosts licked its lips and said with a ferocious expression.
"Stop fighting, we've been searching for so long, and we've finally found a human."
His body trembled slightly with excitement as he berated the other ghosts around him.
"He's mine, none of you can take him!"
Upon hearing this, the other ghosts immediately began to murmur in dissatisfaction.
"Why should we? We want to eat meat too!"
"Exactly, why should I give it to you?"
"You couldn't complete the task assigned by Master Kamihito Ichi, and now you expect me to give it to a human? That's ridiculous!"
The demon grinned, revealing its fangs, and stomped its foot, creating a crater in the ground.
"Because I'm stronger than you guys!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a Flame Slash flashed past at incredible speed, slicing across the ghost's neck.
A line of blood spurted out, and the ghost's expression froze.
"Alright, alright, it just so happens that the Gyokko ran away, I'm a little annoyed."
The Scribe's voice came through, his tone seemingly filled with resentment.
"I want to thank you all, otherwise I wouldn't know where to vent my anger."
As she slowly stepped forward, the Scribe's lips curled into a slight smile.
"So, who's next?"
As he continued forward, the ghost's head slid off his neck.
After spinning around on the ground a few times, it finally came to a stop.
A large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground.
Seeing this bloody scene, none of the ghosts, who should have been cheering, dared to utter a word.
A nameless fear rose from the depths of my heart; simply standing here required immense courage.
Even though the other person is just a human, they look more like a ghost than the rest of them!
A demon that specializes in hunting evil spirits!
"Wasn't it said that Lord Gyokko lived nearby?"
Amidst a trembling voice, a ghost stammered.
"This human is clearly beyond our capabilities."
"Just now, I think I heard humans say something like 'Gyokko ran away'."
"..."
At that moment, a profound sense of powerlessness filled the ghost's body.
They all knew they had been sold out.
Chapter 469 Jikan and Karaku
While the Scribe and the ghost were having a "friendly exchange," a figure sped through the jungle.
"We must immediately notify the Mister Scribe and everyone else; this place has been invaded by a ghost!"
Genya Shinazugawa's face was covered in sweat, and his expression was filled with anxiety.
Before sunset, he went to the home of a swordsmith to retrieve the special weapon he had commissioned to be forged.
Who would have thought that, after getting the weapon, he would get so excited that he would start testing it out in the forest.
By the time I realized what was happening, it was already night.
Just as he was about to return, he was blocked by a ghost.
It took him quite a while to finally defeat the ghost.
Realizing that it was no longer safe, he decided to tell the Scribe and the others.
"The village chief's house is just ahead!"
After turning a corner, Genya Shinazugawa finally saw Tiezhen's house.
The next moment, an explosion came from the top floor of the building.
"Breathing Technique? They've already been attacked?!"
Before Genya Shinazugawa could react, the roof of the house was smashed to pieces by some unknown object.
Two indistinct figures flew together into the distance.
"Muiichiro! Mitsuri Kanroji!"
Tanjiro's shouts came from inside the room, and at the same time, the swordsmiths downstairs also noticed the battle.
Just as Genya Shinazugawa was about to join the battle, a large hand emerged from the shadows behind him and grabbed him hard.
"Ping!"
At the critical moment, a somewhat thin figure blocked the attack.
Despite being blasted away by the large hand, neither of them suffered serious injuries.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the boy in front of him, who was a few years younger than himself, Genya Shinazugawa asked in confusion.
"Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro?"
"If your eyesight is bad, just donate them, you idiot."
Standing up, brushing off the dust, "Muiichiro" said disdainfully.
"That ghost is beyond your capabilities. Get out of here immediately."
"But..."
Genya Shinazugawa wanted to retort, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened.
A figure dressed in a black robe slowly emerged from the darkness.
Although the other person's face was not clearly visible, the numbers on their eyes were quite obvious.
"Upper Rank, Land"
He gave a cold laugh, his figure seemingly quite pleased.
"That guy Kamihito Ichi isn't here, great, that idiot can't even find a human."
"Hey kid over there, you're Zhu, right? What's your name?"
"After you die, I can make sure your name appears in my Imamura."
Faced with Imamura's provocation, Muiichiro gripped the hilt of his sword and held it horizontally in front of him.
"Demon Slayer Corps, Ranked Corps Member, Tokito Ichiro!"
"Not a pillar?"
He was stunned for a moment, but Imamura quickly realized what was happening.
"With such strength, they're not even a Pillar?"
"Your so-called Ranked Corps Member is far stronger than those Pillars I killed."
"But it doesn't matter, I'll write down the names of the dead."
His expression gradually turned cold, Uichirou, unusually, didn't use his sharp tongue.
"There are people more deserving of the title 'Pillar' than I am."
After saying that, he disappeared.
It rushed towards Imamura, shrouded in thick fog.
"Genya Shinazugawa, quickly evacuate all irrelevant personnel and go support Kamado Tanjiro and the others!"
In the room on the top floor, only Tanjiro and Nezuko remain.
Opposite them were two ghosts who looked very similar.
Through their appearance, one can vaguely see the shadow of Hantengu.
One of the ghosts had bloodshot eyes and an extremely angry expression, and was wearing clothes that resembled a cassock.
In his hand was a tin staff with several rings at the top.
The ghost next to him was naked, with green eyes, and the word "" seemed to be engraved on his tongue.
A strap hung around his neck, with several white, unidentified objects stuck to it.
The fan in her hand resembled a maple leaf, with a string of decorations at the end.
The attack just now seemed to have been launched by him.
Judging from his expression, the ghost seemed quite satisfied with his "work".