By the time he saw Xia Xi enter the room, Muzan's heart had already sunk most of the way.
He looked toward Xiang Kai beside him in disbelief...
Seriously, bringing the other Nine Hashira over was one thing.
But how could you let Matsushita, the most crucial one, through too?!
Just as he was about to curse the subordinate he was doing everything to protect,
he discovered that Xiang Kai had already sunk to one knee.
His eyes stared blankly at the sky, saliva constantly spilling from his mouth as though he were babbling in a dream.
Xiang Kai... had already lost consciousness.
To be honest,
for this forcibly promoted Lower Rank to have held Xia Xi up alone for several minutes
was already quite a remarkable achievement.
But that was as far as it went.
To forcibly keep Xia Xi outside a safe perimeter,
Xiang Kai had exhausted everything he had, layering overlapping spaces at high frequency.
He had also kept using his Blood Demon Art to generate new, Möbius-like rooms to slow Xia Xi's steps.
And the result
was that overusing his Blood Demon Art
had fried his brain into a shutdown.
Apart from those former Upper Ranks whose regenerative abilities had exceeded all bounds,
ordinary Lower Rank demons, although their recovery abilities were also astonishing, generally only recovered that way in their torsos and limbs.
Once a precision component like the brain suffered damage,
even if it had not been caused by a Nichirin Blade,
even a Lower Rank demon needed some time to recover.
As for Xiang Kai... his recovery ability was not even outstanding among the Lower Ranks. Even with Muzan desperately urging him on,
he still wore a broken expression and gave no response.
And just as Muzan's expression turned exceedingly ugly,
Xia Xi's