The Final Blood Demon Art

I'm betting that the so-called Blood Demon Art 'Heart Fire' isn't as terrifyingly effective as people think.

Watching Muzan escape, Scribe was not in a hurry.

He sneered only after the lump of flesh disappeared into the horizon.

"Brain food is quite clever."

"Now they can even use this trick."

"Pretend to escape from the air, but actually choose to hide in the shadows."

As he spoke, the Scribe strode forward.

He had great faith in his Blood Demon Art.

Heart Fire, upon striking a target, can establish a connection between the user and the struck party.

The connection is very deep.

From the moment it was hit, it had already become part of the blood.

Unless Muzan can replace his own blood, he has no chance of escaping.

The range at which the Heart Fire can be used is also extremely terrifying.

It is almost unaffected by distance.

Although it Muzan, it can sense emotions and share information.

But the Scribe only needs Muzan's position, that's enough.

"The game of hide-and-seek has officially begun."

With a stomp of his foot, the Scribe's figure vanished from the spot.

At the same time, a wisp of flame appeared.

He burned all the flesh and blood left behind by Muzan.

Meanwhile, Muzan had escaped, was hiding under some ruins.

"Brain food, are you sure this will work?"

"From a probability standpoint, this is the highest probability that he could evade the Scribe."

"Probability? What is it?"

Brain Food fell silent.

He answered after about ten seconds.

"About one in ten thousand."

After speaking, Muzan also fell silent.

Before he could speak, the Scribe's voice came from outside.

"I've found you."

Upon hearing this sound, Muzan flew away from his hiding place.

Without looking back, they fled in the other direction.

The Scribe then unleashed a slash.

The sword light traversed the distance of space and struck Muzan directly.

Even with Muzan manipulating his tentacles, he couldn't negate or redirect the sword light.

With a large amount of blood splattering, Muzan was able to continue his escape.

"One time."

Muttering something to himself, the Scribe continued to chase after them.

Before long, they found Muzan in an abandoned room.

The same thing happened again.

Muzan escaped again, albeit injured.

"Twice."

In the following period, Muzan kept changing places to hide.

But no matter where he hides, the Scribe will follow him like a ghost.

Each time, Muzan had to pay a considerable price.

Within just a few hours, Muzan was slashed thousands of times by Scribe.

During the pursuit, Muzan discovered something extremely terrifying.

His recovery rate began to slow down.

He had previously used that fatal blow at the cost of aging himself by 9,000 years.

If it were a human, they would have died countless times by now.

But the Scribe is also a ghost.

While sonic attacks are useful, they are not particularly powerful.

By now, his injuries have fully healed.

However, Muzan subsequently faced a split and was hunted down.

Although it consumes a person, it can only replenish a very small portion of the energy.

Since being struck by the Heart Fire, he has never eaten anyone again.

"The rate of cell division in the body is actually decreasing?"

"Every time it's attacked, its score drops by a few points?!"

Sensing the abnormality within his body, Muzan seemed to understand something.

He finally understood why the Scribe was hunting him down so relentlessly.

Why did he insist on doing it even after knowing that neither decapitation with the Nichirin Blade nor sunlight could kill him?

"He knew about this move all along!"

"No Demon Slayer could do this, but he can!"

"Because the Scribe has enough power and time, damn it, damn it!"

Muzan's expression turned extremely ferocious.

Right now, they can't win a fight, and they can't escape either.

It seems that only one path remains before me.

A decisive battle to the death.

However, Muzan was well aware that he was in no condition to defeat the Scribe.

Therefore, he directly asked the brain-eating question.

Do you have any plans right now?

"I don't care if you have one or not, just come up with one for me right now!"

"If this continues, we will all die!"

Hearing Muzan's anxious tone, Brain Food replied.

"There is one, and it is very effective."

"Although the chances of defeating the Scribe are slim, I can recover my previous strength in a short time."

"However, the price is very high."

Muzan had he finished speaking than Muzan urged impatiently.

"Speak quickly!"

"If things continue as they are, it won't be long before my body collapses."

"I know that, so what?"

Brain Food paused for a moment before continuing.

"If that's the case, why not initiate a split?"

"Rather than letting the Scribe do as they please, we should take advantage of the fact that we still have the strength to fight and proactively confront the enemy."

"To maximize the number of splits in order to obtain the ultimate combat power."

Upon hearing this, Muzan understood the meaning of "brain food".

If you actively encourage cell division, you can restore your body in a short time.

Continue dividing on this basis, using up all the number of cell divisions until only one remains.

In order to obtain the most terrifying power.

It's all or nothing.

The current situation is no less than that of a frog being slowly boiled in water.

If they don't resist, they will only be slowly worn down and killed.

However, if they fight back, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, Muzan stopped abruptly.

They hovered in mid-air, waiting for the Scribe to arrive.

Before long, the Scribe flew to a position more than ten meters away from Muzan.

"What, are you planning to give up?"

"No, I intend to kill you."

"Um?"

Upon hearing Muzan say this, the Scribe's first reaction was not to laugh.

Rather, it's about being vigilant.

Just a moment ago, I was chasing and hacking at him, so why did he suddenly change his attitude now?

"Are you planning a desperate last stand?"

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Moreover, he is the Progenitor of Demons.

If such a being were to fight desperately, one can imagine the power it would possess.

The moment the thought of this situation crossed his mind, the Scribe unleashed a slash.

At this moment, the fleshy mass that Muzan trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, an arm reached out and grabbed at the sword light.

Chapter 671 The Last Blood Demon Art

"Arm?"

The Scribe was somewhat surprised to see Muzan able to extend tentacles.

Just now, I could only use tentacles.

But now, there is enough flesh and blood to form an arm.

Seeing this, the Scribe chose to observe.

Muzan's outstretched arm was wide open.

Flesh and blood surged, transforming into a giant hand.

"Bang'

The moment the palm made contact with the sword light, the palm was cleaved in two.