Whoosh.
A winding streak of sword light swept across like a zither string. Wherever it passed, sprays of blood erupted, sending heads flying one after another.
Huff.
After exhaling a breath of stale air, Haku landed steadily on the ground.
With a Nichirin Blade in hand, killing demons had indeed become much easier. But no matter how quickly he killed them, he could not withstand the endless hordes surging in from every direction.
"This..."
Haku swept his gaze around, and his expression darkened.
He knew a major upheaval had certainly occurred within Kyoto, but he had never imagined it would be this bad. Judging by the number of demons pouring in from all directions, it seemed that every citizen in the city had been turned into a demon.
But turning people into demons came at a price. He truly could not imagine how these citizens had become demons.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Inosuke swung the Nichirin Blade in his hands, slaughtering demons while howling wildly.
The other Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen were also fighting on their own, barely maintaining their crumbling battle line.
Even these elite Demon Slayer Corps members were like paper boats in a raging tide when faced with such an absurd number of demons, in danger of capsizing at any moment.
After all, a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman who had killed ten demons was already considered outstanding, while someone who could kill seventy or eighty was more or less at Hashira level.
Yet there were far more than a few thousand demons before them. There were probably over ten thousand.
"Ah!"
"D-don't eat me!"
"I don't want to die!"
Every scream and every wail meant that another Demon Slayer Corps swordsman had died horribly!
Amid the flickering firelight around them, the Demon Slayer Corps' battle line was