Above and Below Heaven, I Alone Am Supreme

"How could a mere individual possibly compare to an entire race!"

Faced with Muzan's roar, Scribe suddenly smiled.

He sensed something.

He then spoke.

"Muzan, do you even know what time it is?"

Upon hearing this question, Muzan was visibly taken aback.

It was clearly unclear why the Scribe would ask such a question at this time.

But I still said it subconsciously.

It's almost midnight.

Upon hearing this, the Scribe extended a finger and wiggled it slightly.

"No, no, no, you're wrong."

"It will soon be noon."

Chapter 673 Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am Supreme

"Noon?"

Hearing the Scribe say that, Muzan was somewhat stunned.

But soon, he saw the Scribe move.

But the target is not oneself.

It is a sphere.

It is the vertex at the very center of the sphere!

Watching the Scribe's actions, for some reason, Muzan felt a bad premonition.

Instinctively, Muzan gave the order to attack.

In an instant, the demons formed from flesh and blood on top of the sphere launched an attack.

Frost, Twisting, Wood Dragon, Lightning, Air

Various attacks rained down on the Scribe.

But the Scribe's body was like a stream of light.

He narrowly escaped the attack during a gap in the defense.

Upon seeing this, Muzan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"How is that possible!"

"Nothing is impossible!"

The Scribe gave a cold laugh.

He was already halfway up in the air.

It's just one step away from the top of the sphere.

Although Muzan was unaware of the Scribe's purpose in doing so.

But we will absolutely not stand idly by and watch him continue.

As Muzan's arm swung, the flesh on top of the sphere began to change.

Countless giant hands coalesced and reached out to grab the Scribe.

Within the large hand was a gigantic mouth, filled with sharp teeth.

He wanted to bite the Scribe to pieces and swallow him.

The Scribe simply swung his sword and shattered the surrounding giant hands.

Then, the wings behind him flapped, carrying him to the top of the sphere.

"This should be the highest point."

Seeing the flesh and blood so close at hand, Scribe swung his knife and thrust it out.

Crimson Blood Burning Flame swirled around it, "dyeing" the Nichirin Blade red.

Under that scorching heat, the flesh and blood of the sphere were instantly burned.

A thick cloud of blood-red mist spread out.

As the flesh and blood burn, the thickness of the flesh and blood also becomes thinner and thinner.

Finally, Muzan's expression changed.

"It's going to break."

Just as he finished speaking, a "pop" sound came from behind him.

The flesh at the top of the sphere was burned through, leaving a large hole!

Sunlight streamed through this channel and fell into the interior of the sphere.

Although I am no longer afraid of the sunlight because of the Blue Spider Lily.

However, the psychological suggestion created over thousands of years still made Muzan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

With a single thought, he wanted to block the passage with his own flesh and blood.

But the Scribe did not give Muzan that chance.

The Nichirin Blade was swung, slicing away the surrounding flesh and blood.

In a very short time, the passage was expanded several times over.

Through the passage, one can clearly see the outside scenery.

At this moment, the sun is shining with scorching heat.

Just as the Scribe is located at the top of a sphere.

The sun is now high in the sky!

With his gaze fixed on the blazing sun, the Scribe's pupils reflected the enormous fireball.

"Time is up."

As he spoke, he looked away.

He began to swing his Nichirin Blade in the air.

From the First Form to the final Twelfth Form.

The cycle repeats itself.

However, no attack was launched.

Seeing this scene, Muzan felt even more uneasy.

Above him, the Scribe was bathed in sunlight.

It looks like a living god.

The burning sensation and the demonic aura emanating from his body blended together perfectly.

The blazing sun and the demons of the night merged in an unprecedented way at this moment.

"Go to hell!"

Muzan let out a loud roar, then raised his arm and pointed.

In an instant, flesh and blood surged on the ground.

It transforms into countless "ghosts".

The number of ghosts was enormous, several times greater than before.

This was the strongest attack that Muzan could muster.

"Kill the Scribe!"

At a command, the ghosts launched their attack.

Lights of various colors surged toward the Scribe.

Wind, fire, thunder, water, air.

All the powerful figures who have left their mark on the history of demons have been materialized by Muzan.

After this attack is launched, these ghosts, which are formed from flesh and blood, will also disappear.

It withers, along with its flesh and blood.

Then, other flesh and blood will generate entirely new ghosts.

At the same time, Muzan's body is also undergoing a change.

His hair began to turn gray.

The skin also begins to lose moisture.

Even their eyes were no longer bright.

The entire sphere of flesh and blood originated from his body.

Losing a portion of flesh and blood is equivalent to losing a part of the body.

For Muzan now, that would be tantamount to slow suicide.

But he didn't care at all.

At this moment, Muzan had only one thought.

Kill the Scribe at all costs.

Even if it means mutual destruction!

In an instant, countless attacks engulfed the Scribe's figure.

By this time, the Scribe's gesture had ended.

"It's time to put an end to this story."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scorching and immense aura erupted from his body.

Countless flesh and bones grew, enveloping him within.

The attack came in the next second.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

Muzan only hear the continuous explosions.

Each explosion was enough to shatter a building.

With countless combinations of explosions, its power far surpassed any previous one.

Even the explosion at the Shinri Family mansion couldn't compare to one-tenth of this one.

In fact, if this attack were launched outside, it could destroy a city.

It's unclear how much time passed before the explosions gradually subsided.

The fleshy sphere was also tattered and mangled by the explosion.

The protective barrier already had dozens of cracks.

Muzan, stared intently at the sky.

Something is alive there.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock"

At that moment, a series of strong thumping sounds came.

Muzan was slightly taken aback.

That's the sound of a heart beating.