Hiruma looked up at the mountaintop. The blood-red pillar of light shooting into the sky startled him. Just then, a powerful aura spread down the mountain path from the summit.
That aura was like a ferocious beast bearing down on him with terrifying pressure. In an instant, the hairs on his body stood on end, purely by instinct.
The thing on the mountain could absolutely threaten his life.
That was Hiruma's immediate conclusion. This was indeed the world of Demon Slayer, but there were variables he knew nothing about.
Clearly, the changes on Slanting Eye Mountain were that unknown variable.
The only things in this world that could pressure him now were Muzan Kibutsuji and the Upper Ranks.
Without question, the thing at the summit was at least Upper Rank level.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his sword, and prepared to meet the thing atop the mountain.
When Hiruma reached the summit, he saw half of a desiccated corpse growing out of the ground. It looked like a drought-stricken radish that had been pulled out only halfway.
The corpse's eyes were tightly shut, but a faint heartbeat could be heard. At the very least, that meant it was still alive.
Perhaps sensing Hiruma's presence, those eyelids, which had not lifted in a long time, trembled. Fine dust drifted down as the corpse prepared to open its eyes.
In that instant, Hiruma felt the blood throughout his body about to freeze. He had underestimated this thing's strength.
This oppressive force was definitely no weaker than that of the top three Upper Ranks.
He hesitated no longer. Crimson-gold lightning surged from beneath his feet, arcs of electricity as thick as little snakes climbing the Nichirin Blade section by section. Way Breathing: Thunder Form: Qilin.
From above, raging lightning