Watching the glow of Breathing Styles flare all around him and those savage faces with their eyes gleaming green, Gyokko sank into utter despair.
But I can't die here! Absolutely not! I haven't found the Blue Spider Lily for my lord yet!
"You won't destroy my art!" Gyokko screamed hysterically, a flicker of anguish crossing his eyes!
Splat-!
The enormous blue-and-white porcelain vase housing his body suddenly burst apart. Blood shot in every direction, every drop writhing rapidly in midair and taking shape.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!...
With a series of soft pops, more than thirty miniature Gyokkos, far smaller than the original and all differently shaped, appeared across the battlefield. Some resembled glazed medicine jars the size of a fingertip; others looked like crooked wine gourds; some were simply pottery bowls with arms and legs...
Every little Gyokko panicked and fled in a different direction, rolling, hopping, floating, or crawling, scattering as fast as each could manage.
Gyokko had staked everything on this. He forcibly split the core demon blood Muzan had bestowed upon him among these duplicates. It was practically self-mutilation, drastically weakening him. Each individual duplicate was probably weaker than even a Lower Rank now, but he had only one goal-as long as a single fragment escaped alive, he won!
"Ah!" Mitsuri Kanroji gasped.
"Watch out, everyone! Instructor Sapphire Star was right! These crafty demons really do love blowing themselves apart and splitting up to escape!"
"ROOOAR!!!" Inosuke's blood instantly surged, hot air blasting from the two nostrils of his mask. "Blowing yourself apart? That trick won't work on me! Let me chop up a few pieces!" He grinned savagely, his twin blades moving like the wind.
As the little Gyokkos scattered toward them, the entire battlefield erupted.
"Don't let them escape!!"
"For the training exemption!!"
**"Kill