The Final Blood Demon Art (Continued)

However, at the same time, Muzan instantly generated an even larger amount of flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood surged, covering the sword light.

Finally, with a cracking sound, the sword light of the Scribe was crushed.

"I see, that's terrifying swordsmanship."

Muzan's voice was somewhat low.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body began to tremble violently.

As flesh and bones are formed, the body also recovers rapidly.

It's even bigger than before.

Seeing the scene before him, the Scribe fell silent.

"How did this guy split into so many parts in such a short time?"

"It's impossible to gain such immense power simply by eating one person."

"Unless, so that's how it is..."

A possibility arose in the Scribe's mind.

He then slashed out again.

The sword light flashed and collided with Muzan.

But the final result was similar to before.

The sword light was eventually submerged under a blanket of flesh and blood.

At the same time, Muzan's body also grew to more than three meters tall.

"I feel an incredibly powerful force!"

Feeling the surging sensation within his body, Muzan's face was filled with excitement.

"This is the peak I can reach."

"This is the strongest version of me!"

The Scribe squinted.

"Muzan, it seems you want to settle this once and for all."

"They actually chose to divide their cells to the limit."

"The advice you're getting from 'Brain Food' is truly morbid."

As soon as he finished speaking, Brain Eater's face appeared on Muzan's other side.

"This is the last chance."

"If you don't die, we will die."

"Mister Scribe, your era is coming to an end."

The Scribe did not speak, but simply held his Nichirin Blade horizontally.

As the Crimson Blood Burning Flame ignited, his body surged forward.

At that moment, Muzan raised an arm.

Countless rays of light surged upon it.

Each flash of light represents the use of a Blood Demon Art.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred Blood Demon Art were cast.

The muscles in his arms also underwent mutations under the influence of the Blood Demon Art.

Hard and rough scales are formed.

It appears on the arm in an extremely tight manner.

In an instant, the seemingly delicate arm transformed into a sharp weapon.

"Stop them!"

Muzan let out a loud roar and placed his arm in front of him.

With the contraction of the muscles, the posterior wall acts like a shield, firmly protecting the area.

The next second, the Nichirin Blade slashed down on his arm.

This was the first time the Scribe had found his strike blocked.

"It can actually be improved to this extent?"

After glancing at the spot where the Nichirin Blade had struck, the Scribe then kicked his foot.

After a backflip, he increased the distance between himself and Muzan.

The wound healed the moment the Nichirin Blade left his arm.

"No, it's not Muzan's defense can block."

"Instead, it's the muscle tissue that heals rapidly and wraps around the Nichirin Blade every time I cut through a layer of defense."

"It looks sturdy on the outside, but the swamp-like defenses inside are the most difficult to deal with."

At the same time, the Scribe adopted a different stance.

Since that's the case, I'll use ranged attacks to whittle down their health.

At this point, Muzan's splitting had reached its limit.

As its body grew larger, a pair of wings also grew from its back.

These wings are enormous.

It dealt more than ten times the Muzan's original body.

It was covered in bulges and was constantly trembling.

"Trap."

A glance at the bulge on the wing heightened the Scribe's vigilance once again.

"Moon Breathing * First Form * Dark Moon * Night Palace"

With a single strike of his Nichirin Blade, crescent-shaped sword energy flew out.

Like a swarm of butterflies, they flew towards Muzan.

Seeing this, Muzan could only cover himself with his wings.

When the sword energy collided with the wings, the sound of flesh being cut could be heard.

The bulges on the wings were also cut open, revealing what was inside.

Flesh and blood, all of it is flesh and blood.

The flesh inside each bulge is different.

But a strange feeling arose in the Scribe's heart.

"What is Muzan planning to do?"

As he was thinking this, Muzan looked up.

"Thank you, Scribe."

"If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know how to release so much at the same time."

"Now, let me show you the brand new Blood Demon Art."

After saying that, Muzan raised his arm and swung it.

In an instant, the flesh and blood inside the bulge flew out.

They all gathered at the top of their heads.

Within seconds, the flesh and blood came together and formed a huge sphere.

"Whereabouts!"

As the sphere formed, Muzan pointed a finger.

Immediately afterwards, the sphere crashed downwards.

Upon seeing this, the Scribe tried to avoid it.

Although we don't know what Muzan's purpose is.

But that sphere didn't look like anything good.

But the next second, Muzan launched a suicidal charge.

With a flap of its wings, it rushed directly in front of the Scribe.

Its arms transformed into tentacles, binding them together.

"Stay here!"

Muzan's restraints are very strong.

But for the Scribe, it only takes a short time to get rid of him.

But those few simple seconds cost him the chance to escape.

"Bang!"

The sphere slammed heavily onto the Scribe and Muzan.

The surface surged, engulfing them.

It then continued to slam into the ground.

Finally, it fell heavily to the ground.

The intense air pressure swept in and smashed nearby buildings to pieces.

Moreover, countless tentacles sprouted from the surface of the sphere.

The tentacles were thin, but much longer than before.

Each one is tens of meters long.

Those who had initially fled due to the battle were quickly discovered by the tentacles.

The tentacles kill each person they find.

Bring the body back into the sphere.

Once the corpse comes into contact with the surface of the sphere, it becomes nutrients and is absorbed.

It looked as if a giant, man-eating monster had appeared in the city.

The tentacles' prey seems endless.

People could only scatter and run.

Inside the sphere.

With a flash of sword light, the Scribe severed the tentacles binding him.

Where did Muzan go?

Thinking back to what had just happened, after he and Muzan were hit by the sphere, the latter actually merged into it.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Something strange."

Looking up at the top of his head, the Scribe discovered that the entire sphere was hollow.

But they are all made of flesh and blood.

It looked like a den of flesh and blood.

"What exactly is this thing, Blood Demon Art?"

Just as I was thinking this, the voice of Brain Food suddenly came.

"This ability is called, Infinite Prison."