Kokushibo, the highest-ranked among them, had already been driven into a corner.
And Akaza, the third-ranked, had also been defeated by several Hashira-level swordsmen not long ago.
After realizing that the Upper Ranks were about to be wiped out.
Muzan weighed his options for quite some time.
Finally, without warning, he changed direction, no longer moving toward the Upper Ranks.
Instead, he accelerated toward a direction where his Blood Demon Art sensed fewer, weaker human presences.
The Demon Slayer Corps' troublesome members were all gathered here.
And now he had fallen victim to that Matsushita brat's underhanded tricks.
Muzan decided to lie low for the time being. At the very least, he could not let a bunch of the Nine Hashira surround him at his weakest.
Naturally, Muzan would not stubbornly run toward those Upper Ranks on the verge of defeat with Matsushita Shousha in tow.
Xia Xi naturally noticed the change in Muzan's strategy as well.
He likewise gave it everything he had, trying to hold him back.
Now, with his body growing ever older, Muzan began to feel a little anxious.
As for the Hawaii unit's sniper fire.
It gradually struggled to keep up as the two moved their battlefield.
After all, as snipers, neither their physical fitness nor their movement speed came anywhere close to those two monstrous powerhouses.
Even Igarashi.
Could hardly catch up to them with his War Mark activated.
At that moment, Muzan was about to unleash another Blood Demon Art to blast Xia Xi away.
Only to discover that mobilizing his energy this time had suddenly become harder than before...
Several breaths passed.
Yet even he, the Demon King, had failed to gather that lightning energy into a stable form.
Previously, mobilizing Blood Demon Art energy had been as simple as breathing and