Rage boiled in his mind-he had come so close to dying in that bombardment!
Why had the world advanced so quickly?
Especially its firearms and explosives!
Muzan drove his power almost to its limit, heedless of the cost or consequences.
Even if he used up his energy, there were still so many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen outside, weren't there?
He could capture them and replenish his energy-
After regenerating his chest and abdomen, he suddenly sensed faint traces of demonic energy nearby.
A demon?
It belonged to none of his subordinates, unfamiliar yet familiar...
Could it be that little girl who conquered sunlight?
As that thought crossed his mind, he "felt" several spherical seeds drifting toward him.
That was... a Blood Demon Art.
As he struggled to regrow his neck and half his head, the floating seeds of flesh suddenly burst open. Countless black thorns sprouted from them, piercing his skin and impaling him, pinning him to the ground!
The thorns piercing his body sprouted countless barbs, preventing him from pulling them out.
But that was no great problem. He could simply absorb them and even recover some energy...
Shing-
The clear ring of a blade sounded beside him. He struggled to turn his nearly regenerated head toward it, but a moment later, a swift blade plunged into his neck!
The hand gripping the hilt lacked strength, or perhaps Muzan's neck bones were too tough. The blade only sank halfway in.
Muzan finally saw who held the blade...
"Tamayo?!"
The woman's hate-filled face shocked Muzan.
After his encounter with Yoriichi Tsugikuni, Tamayo had taken advantage of Muzan's weakened state to escape his control.
After that, whatever Tamayo had done to herself, Muzan could no longer sense her location. It was as though she had vanished from the world.
He never