He kicked the Flame Pillar in the abdomen, sending him flying, then used Moon Breathing.
Moon Breathing: Third Form: Disgusted Moon: Erosion!
Several circular moon blades formed around the blade, then it slashed at high speed, releasing two Blade Winds.
The Blade Winds bore down on the Flame Pillar, seeming intent on cutting him in half at the waist.
Facing the demon's attack, he desperately twisted his body, trying to react.
But Kokushibo's kick had been far too heavy. His blood and energy were still churning inside him, leaving him unable to gather his strength.
Just as the Flame Pillar faced a life-or-death crisis, a Flame Slash suddenly flew in from the side.
Compared to this strike, the Flame Pillar's flames from earlier were like fireflies before a blazing inferno—completely incomparable.
The two slashes collided, triggering a massive explosion.
The sound and shockwave spread in all directions, instantly shifting the center of the battlefield here.
"So you came after all, Scribe."
Turning around, Kokushibo spoke to the figure within the explosion's smoke and dust.
"I thought you'd stand by and watch the Demon Slayer Corps die."
"I'm not as cold-blooded as you."
The voice came from within the smoke, and then Scribe charged out.
With a leap, he swung his sword at Kokushibo.
The two blades collided, and the piercing screech of metal scraping against metal rang across the battlefield.
For a moment, both the Demon Slayer Corps Swordsmen and the frenzied demons instinctively turned to look this way.
"This is our first clash in sixty years, isn't it?"
Gripping his sword with both hands, excitement flickered in Kokushibo's six eyes.
After Tsugikuni Yoriichi's death, only two beings in this world still qualified as his opponents.
Muzan and the current Scribe.
As a demon, he naturally could not lay a