One Man Against a City

Looking at the dark corridor, he, being a ghost, was afraid.

The corridor before me seemed like an invitation to hell; once you stepped in, there was no turning back.

"Are you going in or not?"

"If you're scared, why were you spouting nonsense just now!"

"Exactly, if you're scared, get out of the way."

Just as the leading ghost felt ashamed and indignant and was about to shout a curse, a faint voice entered his ears.

"That's... footsteps?"

He looked around curiously, searching for the source of the sound.

Finally, my gaze settled on the corridor.

"Da, da, da"

Within seconds, the footsteps became increasingly clear.

The other ghosts also looked down the corridor, their faces filled with curiosity and confusion.

Finally, a figure emerged from the end of the corridor and walked towards them.

Under the moonlight, the ghost could see the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a man covered in burn scars, and he seemed to be holding a knife in his hand.

He looks ordinary, just a regular person.

"I feel a bit hot."

The leader of the ghosts suddenly spoke, and his words were quickly agreed upon by the other ghosts.

Finally, the man drew near.

When the two were only ten meters apart, the man suddenly stopped.

"Kill."

Chapter 589 One Man Fights One City

As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly terrifying aura erupted from the man's body.

Scorching hot, burning hot, high above.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from an ordinary person into a god capable of burning everything.

"Sun?"

"It's so hot, so hot!"

"No, he's Demon Slayer!"

The ghosts, sensing this aura, roared in anger and glared at the man with bloodthirsty eyes.

They didn't know why the Demon Slayer were there, but they knew they had to eliminate Demon Slayer.

"Kill him!"

"Tear his body apart, I want to see his internal organs!"

Eat him!

Amidst the ghost's roar, the man pressed on.

At the same time, the demons unleashed their Blood Demon Art, attacking the man.

The man's face remained unchanged; he simply raised the knife in his hand and swung it lightly.

In an instant, blazing flames erupted from the blade, forming a massive slash.

The intense heat contained in the strike was something these ghosts had never experienced before.

They couldn't even imagine how such swordsmanship could exist in the world.

The Blood Demon Art, which he was so proud of, was instantly scorched into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the slash.

Before they could react, the blade flashed and swallowed all the ghosts.

Then, it continued flying forward.

It cut through the ground, creating a deep trench.

The edges of the ravine were like a bonfire after a fire had burned, pitch black, with specks of embers scattered around.

Finally, the slash flew into the sky and disappeared.

"Boom!"

The next second, an explosion echoed through the dark night sky.

A streak of fiery red light appeared from where the blade flashed into the clouds and gradually spread outwards.

The enormous noise and the strange sight in the sky quickly attracted the attention of all the ghosts in Tokyo Metropolis.

But after the initial shock, they sensed a presence.

All the ghosts, no matter what they were doing, were looking in one direction.

At that moment, a common thought came to their minds.

"Kill the people there."

In the face of ordinary people, a ghost is already an almost invincible existence.

However, even among elite Demon Slayer Corps, demons are not invincible.

In the presence of the Pillars, only demons with the strength of Upper Rank are worthy of being their opponents.

However, this only applies to one-on-one situations.

Once they gain a numerical advantage, any creature will dare to challenge beings stronger than themselves.

As the saying goes, many ants can kill an elephant.

Not to mention, they are demons with formidable fighting power.

Even though not all of them possess Blood Demon Art, each of them has an almost immortal body and the ability to heal rapidly.

At night, they are the strongest warriors!

"Roar roar roar roar roar!"

For a moment, all the ghosts in Tokyo Metropolis seemed to be roaring in the same direction.

They dropped what they were doing and rushed in the same direction.

They come in different forms and have different abilities, but they share the same goal.

"Kill him."

At the palace gate, the Scribe let out a long breath after wielding the sword.

Looking at the fiery red light in the sky, he smiled slightly.

"Now we can gather all the ghosts together."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a ghost leaped out from the shadow of a building in the distance.

But he did not approach; instead, he waited.

Soon, the second ghost appeared.

Then came the third one.

The fourth one, the fifth one, the sixth one...

As time went on, all the demons of Tokyo Metropolis gathered around the palace.

At first glance, all I could see were blood-red pupils.

Their eyes held no emotion, only the desire to kill and the instinct for bloodlust.

Everywhere on the mountainside, wherever one could land, was occupied by ghosts.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...

The number of ghosts gathering is increasing, but more and more ghosts are still appearing.

The sky, the ground, and the underground were all filled with the aura of ghosts.

The ghost that appeared did not make a move; it merely stared at the Scribe with its eyes.

The Scribe did not make a move, but simply looked up at the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the last ghost arrived.

The moment it landed, the Scribe turned his gaze back to the front.

He held the Nichirin Blade horizontally, with his left middle finger and thumb pressed together as if launching something.

"Ping~"

The fingers tapped lightly on the blade, producing a crisp humming sound.

The next second, all the ghosts moved.

"Kill!"

They roared in unison and charged toward their common goal.

The Scribe's shadow twitched slightly, as if something was trying to squeeze out.

Immediately afterwards, a claw reached out and grabbed at his ankle.

But before the hand could touch it, the sharp Nichirin Blade flashed past.

With a scream from the ghost, the arm flew off.

The ghost lurking in the shadows was unwilling to give up, so it stretched out its other claw and grabbed at the Scribe's neck.

The Scribe simply turned slightly to the side and dodged the attack.

Grab the other person's wrist with your backhand and pull hard.

He pulled a dwarf-like, pitch-black ghost out of the shadows.

Realizing it had emerged from the shadows, the ghost screamed and tried to break free.

But the Scribe's strength was far beyond its reach; it grabbed its arm and slammed it hard against the ground.

After a loud bang, the ghost felt everything go black.

Just as I was about to get up, I suddenly felt a pain in my neck.

The head flew off and rolled to the ground.

The first ghost died.

The Scribe tossed aside the gradually dissipating corpse, then used his toe to pick up the head and kicked it.

The melon-sized head flew out like a cannonball and smashed into a snake-like ghost.

Seeing the head flying towards it, the ghost stretched out a claw and tried to swat it away.

But at the moment of contact, a powerful force struck its head, snapping the claw in two.

"What?!"

The ghost stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what it was seeing.

The moment he shifted his attention, death's scythe was already at his neck.

A flash of fire, a sudden glint of blade, and the Snake Demon, along with the three demons behind it, was instantly swallowed up.

The deaths of the four ghosts did not frighten the other ghosts, who continued their charge.

The vacant positions will be filled in the blink of an eye.

A ghost in the sky suddenly swooped down, its sharp beak aimed fiercely at the Scribe's heart.

A piercing whistling sound rang out, and the distance of more than a hundred meters was instantly shortened to less than a meter.

"Go to hell!"