A dark red pillar of fire pierced upward from deeper below, its lingering law-infused heat scorching the fleshy membrane walls of the lowest level black.
The Sewing Abomination moved.
The gigantic organism, forcibly glued together from dozens of defective specimens, switched from slumber to killing instinct the very second the fire pillar pierced the space. Hundreds of fleshy tumors contracted and expanded at once, producing a jumble of wet noises. Countless eyes embedded across its flesh opened, their pupils all different-some vertical, some horizontal ovals-all fixing on the black figure thirty meters away.
Piercing screams erupted from inside it. Not one voice, but dozens of overlapping howls. Instinctive pain, sealed away for who knew how many years, exploded all at once as it sensed the law-level heat.
Yaha watched it.
The scarlet in his dead-fish eyes swept flatly over that shapeless mass, as though he were looking at filthy water churning in a roadside drain.
"You think this can stop me?"
His voice rolled up from the bottom of his throat, hoarse and flat, carrying a disgust that came from deep in his bones.
"Does Muzan have a septic tank for a brain?"
The Sewing Abomination had no intelligence and could not understand speech. It had only one command-kill everything that approached. Hundreds of arms shot from its main body simultaneously, some as thick as a grown man's waist, others thin as snakes, pouring indiscriminately toward Yaha.
Different forms of Blood Demon Art split from the ends of those arms. Some formed jets of acid, some sprouted bone spikes, and others were coated in the dark purple sheen unique to Muzan's Demon Blood. Dozens of attacks mixed together without method or coordination, relying purely on sheer numbers and density to pile into a wall of flesh that crushed toward the