Xia Xi sprinted almost the entire way.
Guided by the Kasugai Crow high overhead, he passed through woods razed flat by battle.
He finally stopped before a collapsed temple.
The temple's outer walls had long since shattered, leaving almost no trace of the building's original appearance.
A thick smell of blood hung in the air.
Xia Xi's heart sank.
He rushed into the temple. The first things he saw were several Swordsmen's bodies piled in a corner of the courtyard.
Then he passed through the main hall, following the ruined buildings and traces of battle deeper inside.
At last, he reached the cliff behind the temple.
He immediately saw the scene at the center of the battlefield.
Igarashi was drenched in blood, leaning against a wall with one hand braced on his sword and the other pressed over a wound.
He was gasping for breath.
His slender Nichirin Blade, once like flowing water, had not merely had its edge rolled.
Even its spine was twisted out of shape.
Three zhang across from him, a man with short pink hair and amber eyes stood at ease.
Deep blue patterns covered his body.
The number in his eyes was particularly glaring in the moonlight.
[Akaza (???)] (Upper Rank Three) ┣[Energy level: 841 (Body 379, Technique 277, Mind 185)] ┣Notes: [Martial arts fanatic] [Warrior of pure love] [Headless Knight] ┗[Blood Demon Art: Destructive Death] [Karate: Soryu]
So this was an Upper Rank...
The moment Xia Xi saw him, he understood why the Demon Slayer Corps' Nine Hashira were so frail before him.
His energy level was nearly 850.
A demon with nothing but a high energy level would not have been frightening.
But a demon with peak execution, powerful skills, and considerable combat experience was an entirely different matter.
Especially since