Hakuji Enters the Supreme Realm

Finally, it slashed his arm.

As blood splattered, an arm flew off.

"We are both ghosts. Even if I am not as good as you, I will not die."

"Besides, my task is simply to stop you."

"While recovering from my injuries, "Hakuji said.

"Kokushibo, when the Mister Scribe arrives, will you still be the same as you are now?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly appeared behind Hakuji.

"Akaza, you probably won't be able to see that scene."

The figure was Muzan!

He transformed his arm into tentacles and thrust it forward fiercely.

The tentacles easily pierced through Hakuji's defenses, bursting out from his chest.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Hakuji felt his strength rapidly draining away.

Although he had broken free from Muzan's control, he was still a demon.

Being a ghost means being influenced by the Progenitor of Demons.

After Muzan's tentacles pierced his body, he could clearly feel something being injected into him.

"Akaza, how much do you think you can handle?"

Muzan injected his own blood into Hakuji's body and said coldly.

"How much must one endure before I can transform them again?"

"You!"

Upon hearing this, Hakuji understood Muzan's intentions.

The other party wanted to use their ancestor's identity to forcibly turn them back into subordinates.

If the other party succeeds, I may lose my current memories.

More importantly, given Muzan's personality, he would definitely make himself deal with the Scribe.

That situation is absolutely unacceptable!

Komaji's pupils contracted, Hakuji a Muzan behind him.

But before the fist could even make contact, it was bound by another tentacle.

With one stab, blood begins to be injected.

"Get out of my way!"

Hakuji unleashed a powerful Battle Qi, attempting to blast Muzan.

But Kokushibo did not give him that chance.

With a single slash, the head was severed.

Hakuji, headless, lay on the ground, temporarily unable to resist.

"Well done."

Muzan was very satisfied with Kokushibo's decisiveness.

By the time this former Upper Rank Three grows a head, he will be able to control him again.

They've added another trump card to their strategy against the Scribe.

But at that moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from not far away.

The two ghosts looked over and discovered that the sky had suddenly taken on a touch of icy blue.

A wave of cold air swept in, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the ground.

A hint of doubt flashed in his scarlet pupils.

Muzan could sense it.

My perception of Doma has plummeted to its lowest point at this moment.

Let's rewind a little.

Shortly after the three demons, including Doma, started their battle with the Scribe.

The demon, who possessed the strength of three Upper Rank demons, was forced to retreat after merely withstanding three of the Scribe's attacks.

This combination could have wiped out anyone in the world.

Even the strongest member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei, might not be able to escape.

But when facing the Scribe, he could barely even protect himself.

After using his twisting power to barely deflect the Scribe's slash, the real man looked at the other two ghosts.

"Doma, brain food, think of something!"

The brain food did not speak.

Although it has some trump cards, the current situation is not that serious yet.

I would never use it unless absolutely necessary.

But Doma nodded very readily.

"I have a plan."

As he spoke, Doma clapped his hands together.

A large amount of ice crystals solidified behind him, instantly transforming him into a giant ice man.

The ice figure is shaped like a bodhisattva with his hands clasped in prayer.

He actually looked rather kind and gentle.

"Blood Demon Art * Mist Ice * Water Lily Bodhisattva"

As Doma's strongest Blood Demon Art, the power of the Water Lily Bodhisattva should not be underestimated.

As soon as the Iceman appeared, he raised his right hand.

The hand chopped down, striking the ground heavily.

"Bang!"

The moment the hand struck the ground, a crack spread towards the Scribe.

The crack was several meters wide and could easily swallow a person.

Not only that, after the hand chop landed, the ice man opened his mouth and spat out a large number of sharp ice crystals.

Despite the simultaneous attacks, the Scribe remained unfazed.

With a flap of its wings, its body returned to the air.

He then wielded his Nichirin Blade, slicing all the ice crystals into pieces.

But Doma's goal was not to kill the Scribe.

If we can delay it for even a little while, that's enough.

As he summoned the Water Lily Bodhisattva, Doma's body began to glow slightly.

Cracks began to appear on the ice crystal body!

Although the aura was rising, the cracks were also getting bigger and bigger, and more and more numerous.

Seeing this, the Scribe raised an eyebrow.

"Doma looks kind of familiar now."

"Back then, Mizuru looked just like this."

"Wait, is he going to self-destruct?!"

Chapter 649 Hakuji Steps into the Supreme Domain

"Mister Scribe, let's become one in this world of ice crystals!"

"Forever and ever!"

A smile appeared on Doma's face.

The next second, a large amount of icy blue aura emanated from his body.

The cracks on his body had spread to the extreme.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, his body exploded.

The extreme cold aura spread outwards the moment it exploded.

Large plumes of white mist and ice crystals flew about.

Shinri Masato, who was standing right next to him, was caught off guard and instantly covered up.

Although the brain-eater was prepared, it was too slow and still couldn't escape.

The Scribe could have avoided this.

But the Water Lily Bodhisattva launched an attack at this moment.

With its mouth open, a large amount of ice crystals gushed out from the air.

Along with the white mist, it surged toward the Scribe.

The Scribe noticed that a thin layer of ice had also appeared on his body.

Especially at the joints, ice has already formed.

It greatly hindered his actions.

In the end, he too was swallowed up by the white mist.

The pitch-black sky was replaced by the icy blue of the aftermath of the explosion.

It looked rather poignant.

Upon seeing this strange sight, Muzan had a Muzan feeling.

But what happened next was even more unbelievable to him.

Komaji's neck was Hakuji with blood and flesh after his head was severed.

Muscles and bones are struggling to grow, trying to reconstruct the skull.

However, Muzan was injecting blood, which greatly slowed down the recovery process.

In a daze, Hakuji felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

It felt like I had a very long dream.

When I opened my eyes again, there was already a person standing in front of me.

Koyuki.

"Hakuji, what's wrong?"

Did you have a nightmare?

"Is there anything wrong with your body? Should we see a doctor?"

Koyuki looked anxious, and her tone was tense.

Hakuji, however, remained silent.

He just looked at his own body.

He realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Where am I?

Where?