Noon

"It's the final Blood Demon Art."

Chapter 672 Noon

"The final Blood Demon Art?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

But more than anything, it evokes vigilance.

However, what followed was a throbbing of flesh and blood not far from him.

Then a fleshy mass, about the height of two people, bulged out.

Its appearance changed, eventually turning into the shape of brain food.

"He's alive?"

Seeing this scene, the Scribe was somewhat surprised.

How did the brain food that had already been devoured by Muzan reappear in front of him?

"You don't need to be surprised."

"Mister Scribe, I have not been resurrected."

"What you see now is just a fake I made using some pieces of meat."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Scribe slashed out with his sword.

Then the piece of flesh was chopped into pieces.

It fell to the ground.

After that, the flesh seemed to melt and be swallowed by the ground.

Another place also saw renewed mobilization.

Before long, the face of the brain food reappeared.

"I told you, you don't need to be surprised."

"I'm here today simply to tell you something."

"In a little while, Muzan will launch his final attack."

After he finished speaking, the brain food disappeared.

As he watched the brain food disappear, Scribe fell silent.

After the brief exchange, he already knew quite a bit of information.

First, as Brain Food says, it has not been resurrected.

It's just forming its own image on a pile of meat to have a conversation.

Second, after the flesh is chopped up, the ground will devour it.

It feels like we're producing and selling our own products.

However, this also shows that the sphere covering itself has a certain function.

It's not just a simple chunk of meat.

Third, Muzan will launch what he calls a final attack.

Recalling the situation of his disappearance, a guess arose in the Scribe's mind.

This giant sphere is Muzan.

Muzan has become one with this place.

In other words, he was currently inside Muzan's stomach.

As he thought this, the Scribe moved quickly.

We arrived at the edge of the sphere.

He then raised his knife, ready to sever the layer of flesh.

Now that I know Muzan something planned, there's no need for me to stay here any longer.

To let the other side use their schemes without fighting back would be foolish, wouldn't it?

But before the Scribe could swing his sword, a giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky.

The palms are ice blue and made entirely of frost.

Several Wood Dragon also appeared behind them.

Seeing this, the Scribe had no choice but to temporarily abandon his plan to attack the sphere.

He leaped to the side.

The attacks from Ice Palm and Wood Dragon missed their mark.

It blasted a large hole in the barrier.

But it didn't penetrate.

Even though the hole was several meters deep, the outside world was still not visible.

Moreover, the flesh and blood around the large hole were still surging.

It was fully restored in the blink of an eye.

"They are indeed alive."

"But what about that attack just now?"

"Ice Palm, Wood Dragon..."

Thinking about what had just happened with the brain food, Scribe looked up at the top of his head.

There, a giant Ice Crystal Bodhisattva was slowly dissipating.

In front of the Bodhisattva, a lump of flesh was also twisting and turning.

But you can still vaguely see Doma's face.

On the other side, in the direction of the Wood Dragon, there was also a lump of flesh.

But his appearance is somewhat similar to that of Zohakuten.

"Was he resurrected by Muzan, just like the brain food?"

"Unfortunately, it has no soul; it's just a fighting machine."

With a flick of his eyes, the Scribe already understood Muzan had done.

But then, an invisible wave of air came.

Before he even touched the Scribe, he felt a strong sense of distortion.

"Shinri Masato's abilities!"

Turning around, the Scribe unleashed a slash.

While shattering the air waves, they also discovered a piece of flesh that looked exactly like Shinri Masato.

"Even though I know these methods won't work on me, I'll still use them."

"They're planning to stall me."

Thinking of this, the Scribe's body once again ignited with Crimson Blood Burning Flame.

"Then I'm going to ruin your sweet dream."

The next second, the Scribe rushed forward.

Like a streak of fiery red light, it appeared before "Shinri Masato".

He swung his knife and severed its root.

The piece of meat, which had not yet fully retracted, was instantly severed.

After it fell to the ground, Crimson Blood Burning Flame spread across it.

It quickly burned the flesh and blood to ashes.

After burning the flesh and blood to ashes, the flames could have continued to spread.

But at that moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the ground.

The spitting out of foul blood extinguished the flames.

Seeing this, the Scribe knew that there was no way to destroy the sphere using this kind of Blood Demon Art.

He could only charge forward again, swinging his knife to cut at the other chunks of flesh.

Every time a chunk of flesh is chopped off, the Crimson Blood Burning Flame will burn it to ashes.

In this way, the sphere's durability is gradually worn down.

Finally, Muzan's voice came.

"The Scribe!"

Upon hearing Muzan's voice, the Scribe suddenly looked up.

A bulge appeared on top of the sphere, seemingly out of nowhere.

After the bulge broke, Muzan's upper body was revealed.

"It really has become one with this ball of flesh."

With narrowed eyes, the Scribe observed Muzan's movements.

Are you prepared to die?

"I will be the victor."

As he spoke, Muzan raised his hand and slapped it.

In an instant, the surrounding flesh and blood began to throb.

Numerous bulges appeared.

After the rupture, other ghosts appear.

Doma, Shinri Masato, Dichai, Dicai, Gyokko, Hantengu.

There are even demons from the Lower Rank.

Not only during the current Twelve Kizuki, but the Scribe also saw many ghosts from the past.

Each one possesses extremely powerful strength.

It is precisely for this reason that Muzan preserved their Blood Demon Art.

And now, it has been awakened again in this way.

Looking around, there were hundreds of ghosts.

"This is what you call the final attack?"

"That's right."

Muzan responded with a sound.

Then his body dissolved and merged into the sphere.

The location where it reappeared was about ten meters directly in front of the Scribe.

"Although I don't know why I can't condense Kokushibo, this is enough."

"Those who appear here are all the powerful figures in the history of demons."

"Each one's strength is equivalent to that of their original self!"

Upon hearing this, the Scribe understood.

No ghost can defeat itself in its current state.

Therefore, Muzan chose to win by sheer numbers.

They gathered the power of all the strongest members of the Oni race to fight against themselves, the "demon"!