For Enmu, letting people lose themselves in sweet dreams or nightmares,
then waking his prey at the height of their emotions, at their happiest or most agonizing moment,
and then killing them with his own hands
had always been his greatest pleasure.
But things were a little different with members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Especially the stronger swordsmen.
Not only were they strong-willed, but some were even more powerful than he was.
Often, upon waking-
Hearing Cai Yue mention Xiao Ling, Xiao Tian lowered his head in sorrow as well. He gently rested his hand on Cai Yue's shoulder and tightened his grip, but did not know how to begin comforting her. After all, he could not escape blame for Xiao Ling's death.
But what exactly was the deeper meaning behind it? Saying it was meant to temper everyone's will did not make sense-what could they temper when they were all asleep? Saying it was meant to calm everyone down did not make sense either, since they had only fallen asleep from being stifled.
Jacqueline had long since lost her composure too. Although she did not understand the reason for all this secrecy, she still chose to trust Yang Feng. After all, anyone might have wanted Kennedy dead at this point, but Yang Feng wanted that least of all.
Lord Bao went without saying. Rather than calling what he did assassination, it would be more accurate to say he planted bombs and blew up people along with the buildings... There was really no room for comparison.
But unlike Liu Tong, Zhou Hao did not lose his bearings in his panic. Instead, he headed toward the exit of the Secret Realm with remarkable accuracy.
Kuang Tu had not seen such a lively scene in a long time, and he could