Meng Yi stepped forward. "Low-Power Life Force Field," activated. His afterimage remained where he stood, while his true body instantly appeared before Muzan Kibutsuji. He raised a hand, seized the worthless Demon King by the head, and slammed him brutally into the ground.
The sturdy street cracked open into a massive pit. Shards of stone flew like sickles through grass, accidentally injuring many of the forcibly brainwashed walking corpses.
'Thud...'
One stomp crushed the worthless Demon King's chest. Countless Black Light Threads condensed into sharp spears that pierced through and nailed down every part of the worthless Demon King's body.
The spears piercing his body spread through it, and countless black thorns burst out through his flesh. The pain made the worthless Demon King scream again and again.
"Why? Do you really need a reason?"
"Kh! Ugh! Ah!"
Muzan Kibutsuji no longer even had the strength to speak. He let out weak, intermittent moans, his breath barely more than a thread.
Seeing this, Meng Yi could not be bothered to waste time bullying trash. He bent down, grabbed the pale hair on the worthless Demon King's head, and dragged the dying Demon King away from the bustling street.
The Japanese people who had been forcibly branded with a Thought Seal and had their minds manipulated by Meng Yi returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened.
What about the huge pit that had suddenly appeared in Asakusa's streets?
Repair workers immediately arrived carrying their tools, and the street was restored to its original state in less than half an hour.
What about the worthless Demon King's impotent rage, and the Japanese people who had been killed or crippled by the area-of-effect barrage of flying stones?
Wouldn't it be enough to dig a large pit outside the city and