Therefore, throughout the battle, they kept a close watch on Muzan. If he made any move, they had to react immediately. Jūzō Biwa had even remained on the outskirts the entire time.
As long as Muzan attacked, he would separate from the other six.
"Crack!"
"Blood Demon Art: Black Blood Brambles!"
The extending brambles sought to tear apart the enemies before them. As Muzan's opponents, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen had no choice but to abandon their encirclement. Jūzō Biwa seized the chance to rush forward, but the dense brambles around him successfully blocked his path.
"This is troublesome."
Muzan was clearly no weakling. An attack with such a wide range was immensely useful on a battlefield. They could only hope the village learned of the situation and immediately sent powerful reinforcements. Otherwise, surviving today's battle would be sheer luck.
"Hiss!"
The force behind Executioner's Blade's slash was not enough to make Muzan retreat. The tangled web of brambles before him bore most of the impact instead.
At the same time, Muzan sensed a layer of mist forming around him. This was no ordinary fog; the already dim area became so dark that he could not see his hand before his face.
"The famous signature ninjutsu of Hidden Mist Village?"
Hidden Mist Technique!
Muzan could not see what lay ahead. His entire body was concealed within the mist, and by the same logic, his opponents were waiting in the fog for an opportunity to assassinate him.
"However, you underestimate me too much."
The surrounding mist began to stir, as though something were sweeping through it.
Within the fog, Jūzō Biwa used the Silent Killing Technique to slowly approach Muzan. If he truly managed to sever the man's head, he would immediately take it and leave the battlefield.
Jūzō Biwa refused to