The demon standing in their way at that moment.
Had the words [Lower Rank Six] inscribed in his right eye.
He was a Lower Rank opponent they could not have defeated even back when they served as swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Searing waves of heat coiled around his entire body.
And his speed and strength.
Both surpassed theirs.
Of course, if he had merely been a little stronger and faster.
The two Cultivators would not have found him so troublesome.
The main problem was his Blood Demon Art.
Even a casual swing of his arm.
Could fling out great quantities of lava capable of setting a human body alight, and even if they raised their blades to block.
The lava shattered by their slashes would still scald their skin and flesh open when it landed on them.
"Get the hell out of my way, you two! I'm in a hurry!"
[Shakutarō] had already been held up by the pair for quite some time.
After repeatedly receiving Muzan's furious signals, the demon was clearly growing anxious too.
He swung both fists with all his might.
And those burning fists and the constantly splashing lava made it difficult for the two Cultivators to even get close.
Facing the scorching wind rushing at her.
Nikaido held her blade across herself, barely blocking his heavy punch.
But the intense heat traveling along her Nichirin Blade.
Nearly made her lose her grip on the hilt.
"Holy shit! Hot, hot, hot! What the fuck is this temperature?"
"Then get the fuck out of my way if you know it's hot!"
Meanwhile, Matsuyama took advantage of his friend keeping the demon occupied.
He drove force through his legs and charged.
Yet despite the tremendous force the burly man exerted, he barely shattered the ground beneath