The Hunt Is On

Muzan idea what kind of spell Oboro had cast on these guys.

A morbid world, reshaping a new order, their experiences and those of their time as humans are all the fault of the outside world, not themselves... This all sounds ridiculous.

Because this world is inherently unfair, and because you have no power, no status, and are extremely weak, then you deserve to suffer.

We should look for problems within ourselves! Yet these inheritors are so devoted to Oboro's words and ideas, which stems from their deep-seated desire to be saved and to escape their dark lives.

I hope there are still people in this world who can offer them some warmth.

Even sympathy...

"Pitiful."

Ayamiko Muzan disdain and gave his evaluation.

Indeed, humans are a weak and ridiculous creature.

Ayamiko suddenly flew into a rage, and the patterns extending outwards from her seemed to carve out countless paths on the surrounding ground, causing her to vanish in an instant.

In an instant, he flashed behind Muzan.

This is her Blood Demon Art, Shining Void.

She can teleport to any surface covered by the patterns, including any life that steps into her patterned territory.

This is not about speed, but about manipulating space.

Bang! Ayamiko's entire arm suddenly swelled up to the size of a stone pillar and slammed towards Muzan's head.

She was a ghost too... She knew very well where the weaknesses of her kind lay.

But with a loud bang, a high wall made of flesh and blood rose up from behind Muzan. To Ayamiko's surprise, the tactile feedback from her fist showed that although it was flesh, it was as stiff as metal.

"He actually managed to react?"

Ayamiko's pupils constricted slightly.

Without relying on body speed, there is no movement trajectory, and it is impossible to capture.

In this state, how did Muzan detect her attack methods? "Hmm... Not only does she possess highly advanced Blood Demon Art, but she can also change her body... The freedom to change her form and liberate her body is worlds apart from those trash I transformed." Muzan slightly turned his head, glancing at the black shadow in the air with one of his red eyes, and said calmly.

Ayamiko's enlarged arm felt very familiar to Muzan.

Because only he can possess this ability. People like Akaza and Doma, one only uses fighting spirit to kill enemies, and the other relies on Blood Demon Art. Their own flesh and blood are very difficult to reproduce through cell reproduction, massively proliferating mimicking limbs while maintaining a certain level of lethality for attack.

These inheritors have devoured many of his ghosts, so it's normal for them to have evolved to this level.

"Let me show you something... interesting."

With her attack blocked, Ayamiko was about to use her Blood Demon Art to escape.

Muzan suddenly spoke up.

Immediately afterwards, the wall of flesh that had blocked the One-Punch Man suddenly softened, spreading out like a carpet and expanding at an astonishing speed.

The next second, soft flesh rose from all sides, sealing off the space and forming a tall cocoon of flesh that even covered the sky.

Ayamiko's heart skipped a beat; she discovered that she couldn't use her Blood Demon Art.

After landing, she looked around and saw Muzan felt as if they were in a building made entirely of flesh and blood.

"He only left a few remnants in your cells to make you immune to my control... but the source of your power still comes from me, and your path of evolution is ultimately just getting closer to me." Muzan said as he slowly turned around.

Ayamiko's expression was no longer able to remain calm.

Because this massive flesh and blood tissue does not appear to have split off from Muzan body.

It feels... more like Blood Demon Art.

But it's different... it's a more powerful method.

The power of the soul can elevate the level of Blood Demon Art and make better use of it, giving it an extraordinary quality.

Just take Ayamiko's Blood Demon Art for example. It allows her to change her location and travel back and forth at any time, and its power is incredibly strong.

Even Kokushibo might not be able to handle it with ease.

How long has Kokushibo lived? How long has this woman lived? After touching the power of the soul, Muzan discovered that he could do many things.

It was something he couldn't do before.

Like this...

A single drop of blood, catalyzed by the soul, will multiply wildly in the blink of an eye, like spores, at a speed incomparable to before.

Blood begets flesh, and flesh begets bones.

If enough blood is released, Muzan could even build a castle out of the engorged flesh and blood.

Everything within it is controlled and changed by his mind.

Ayamiko tried to break through the wall of flesh to escape, but then she saw a crack appear on the wall, which suddenly opened to reveal an eyeball as tall as her.

The eyeball moved slightly, and its gaze locked onto her.

In a short while, Ayamiko's body became stiff and she could not move.

Tentacle-like flesh sprouted from her feet, slowly wrapping around and tightening around her entire body.

Muzan quietly watched this scene unfold.

Pfft!

Countless sharp, bone-like spikes shot out from above her head, piercing through Ayamiko's body.

Then the space around Ayamiko began to shrink as the walls moved closer, eventually enveloping, squeezing, and swallowing her whole.

Upon closer inspection, the fleshy walls secreted a large amount of mucus, giving them a very similar appearance to intestines.

The inheritor didn't even struggle or scream before falling to Muzan's hands.

A gash appeared on the enormous fleshy cocoon.

Muzan, dressed in expensive clothes, walked out with a smile on his face.

His joy was genuine.

He had been hiding all these years, hiding from the successors, hiding from the Demon Slayer Corps... Now that he could finally hold his head high, he was naturally happy.

"Ah!"

Just then, Ayamiko's wailing came from behind, as if she had just come to her senses.

The entire cocoon was shaking, resembling a stomach digesting the 'food' inside.

"This... is the power of the soul."

Muzan's eyes flickered.

"Now I can look directly into the essence of your soul. In other words, the pressure you release has no effect on me. My body determines that I can step into a higher level of life, but what about you? Without the protection of your soul, you are just a human being."

"Human beings have limitations."

Muzan ignored the piercing screams and instead looked up at the night sky, muttering to himself.

With each successor he killed and collected, Muzan probed into their spiritual sea and collided with Oboro's Muzan will. He could more directly feel the soul power of both sides and gradually become familiar with this power. He was constantly growing.

"I hope... you'll be sensible."

"Another one died?"

"Wow, that's really fast..."

Now in his twilight years, Long, walking along the night road in the form of an old man, paused for a moment, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Immediately, they continued forward following the direction they sensed.