Evil Ghosts Attack the Mountain

The scent of Rare Blood radiates like a sun in the pitch-black darkness; no demon nearby can ignore such a lethal temptation.

However, when they discovered that the Wisteria previously planted to guard the Rare Blood had been destroyed, they realized this place—a location they usually couldn't even enter, a place where the Demon Slayer Corps cultivated fresh blood—was now defenseless. They were certainly interested in the flesh and blood of those swordsmen.

In the gloomy night, these demons tore through the Wisteria and charged up the mountain to begin their hunt for the evening.

"Where on earth did these demons come from? Could the Wisteria planted around the mountain have been destroyed?"

Inside a small wooden hut, a swordsman who had only just mastered Thunder Breathing clutched his chest, where sharp claws had carved a deep wound. He stared at the demon before him, gasping for air, his hand gripping his Nichirin Sword trembling uncontrollably.

The surrounding bedsheets were already soaked in blood, and several people who had died lay with their eyes closed, clearly killed in their sleep.

"Your hand is shaking so hard you can't even hold your sword. I say, if you were fully awake, I would eat you bit by bit, let you feel the pain, and watch you enter my stomach piece by piece. Yes, that's the expression. Ah—it brings me such pleasure."

"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash!"

Before the words had even faded, accompanied by a thunderous roar, Jigoro Kuwajima stepped forward, his extreme speed severing the demon's head.

"Hurry! Go notify the others that demons are attacking! Those without combat ability, hide in the pre-prepared shelters! Those who can fight, get up and support immediately! There is no time left! Hurry!!"

As the last word left his lips, Jigoro Kuwajima vanished from the spot, turning back into a streak of lightning.

The terrified disciple summoned his courage, raised his Nichirin Sword, and plunged it into his own thigh, forcing himself to snap out of it and stopping his body from trembling.

He could not fall here; everyone on the mountain was still in danger, and he had to notify them all immediately!

Elsewhere, an Invisible Demon had quietly snuck into the room where Suzuki Mufeng and Zenitsu Agatsuma lay unconscious. He locked his sights on Suzuki Mufeng immediately.

"Rare Blood, it's definitely Rare Blood. This scent is unmistakable. It's truly an intoxicating aroma. If I eat him, I might be able to break through and become a Lower Rank. Don't mind if I do."

The Invisible Demon's drool was about to land on Suzuki Mufeng's face, but just as the saliva was about to drip, he moved. Suzuki Mufeng, who had been lying on the bed, vanished.

"Too slow."

The world flipped upside down before the demon's eyes; his entire head fell and rolled onto the ground. His body hadn't even reacted before he was dead. Before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was a figure wreathed in electricity. Fast, far too fast.

"My speed, and this ability to discharge lightning—it seems these are the side effects of being struck by lightning alongside Zenitsu."

He hadn't turned into a blond, but he had become stronger.

There was no time to continue studying the changes in his body; next, he had to deal with the demons surrounding the hut.

Clang—

Ignoring Zenitsu Agatsuma, Suzuki Mufeng stomped his foot, cracking the floorboards and launching himself into the air. The hut was split in two by an invisible horizontal slash!

"To think you could react! How troublesome—can't you just let me cut you in half obediently!"

As the words fell, golden straight lines emerged. A sleepwalking Zenitsu Agatsuma used Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash, sending the demon's head flying.

"I have to say, he is one of the three boys. If it's sleeping Zenitsu, I don't need to worry too much."

Standing on a large tree, Suzuki Mufeng peered through his Sharingan. Everywhere he looked, there were demons—at least twenty of them. He naturally saw the gap where the Wisteria had been destroyed; his most important task now was to plug that hole!

"Total Concentration: Thunder Breathing!"

Crack—

The tree branch snapped, and Suzuki Mufeng turned into a golden stream of light, charging straight toward the breach. With a flick of his wrist, the head of a demon that had just poked through was separated from its body.

"No passage for demons on this road!"

Upon landing, Suzuki Mufeng formed his hand into a pistol shape, and a massive bubble with a diameter of one meter shot from his fingertip.

"Demon hunter, I don't care what tricks you're using. Do you really think we'll be afraid of you just because you cut off one demon's head?"

Those demons were surprised by the strength Suzuki Mufeng had just displayed and were wary of the bubble.

But they were demons! They possessed nearly infinite life and immortal regenerative abilities. What could this human fight them with, other than that broken sword in his hand?

"It is hard to save a demon determined to die. Properly accept the gift I've brought you."

"Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet!"

After finishing a dozen hand seals, a water dragon rose from behind Suzuki Mufeng, but its target wasn't the demons—it was the bubble in front of him.

As the water dragon shattered the bubble, the hidden killing intent was revealed. Lightning, like a tiger released from its cage, clung to the water dragon. The vibrant dragon now surged toward the demons, wielding the power of thunder.

The demons in the front row couldn't even let out a scream; the rigidity of the water and the violence of the thunder swallowed them whole. The demons in the back row only had to touch a spark to be knocked to the ground, twitching uncontrollably.

"How can this be? A human actually has such methods. Who exactly are you?"

"Still have energy? It seems you've eaten quite a few people. Go to hell."

The tide of battle turned. Suzuki Mufeng was like a grim reaper swinging a scythe; every time his Nichirin Sword moved, a demon perished. After clearing the last demon at the entrance, Soft & Wet had already used its bubbles to gather the surrounding Wisteria to fill the breach that had been destroyed.

"Lord Kuwajima is in a bitter fight! Lord Suzuki, please head over to support immediately!"

After the Kasugai Crow circled in the sky and gave the warning, it flew in a certain direction, guiding the way for Suzuki Mufeng.

On the battlefield, Jigoro Kuwajima had already retired to the second line due to his age, and his body could no longer keep up with the combat against demons. He could barely hold his own against those small fries without Blood Demon Arts.

Now, facing a demon with a Blood Demon Art, his stamina was exhausted, and he had no chance of winning.

"Old man, I truly admire you. At such an age, after killing eight small fries, you still had the ability to nearly take my head off along with them. Old man, do you want to live? I can petition Lord Muzan to let you become a demon, to possess infinite life and cast aside that frail body."

"Delusional! Demon, we only die standing; there is no living on our knees. Wanting me to become one of you monsters who have abandoned humanity? Don't even think about it!"

Jigoro Kuwajima crouched down once more, assuming a stance to draw his blade; he intended to stake his life on this final strike, determined to sever the demon's head.

"Since you are so ungrateful, I shall see you off on your final journey. Blood Demon Art: Thin Mist."

The Blood Demon Art of this demon could raise a thin layer of mist in the surroundings, capable of not only obscuring vision but also inducing hallucinations.

Unfortunately for him, he had encountered the ancestor of illusions, who was currently rushing toward the battlefield.

"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap and Flash."

A flash of lightning tore through the darkness, cleaving the body of the Thin Mist Demon in two.

"I'm not too late, am I, Master Jigoro?"