Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A succession of grating metallic clashes, shrill enough to set teeth on edge, rang out over the entire Yoshiwara Pleasure District.
The razor-sharp sashes, which could easily slice through steel and tear apart flesh, struck the enormous, eerie purple skeleton as though they had collided with an immovable sacred mountain!
Sparks scattered, and energy surged.
The sashes were violently repelled by an irresistible force, while not even the slightest scratch remained on those purple ribs.
The cruel, mocking smile on Daki's face froze completely at that moment.
Her beautiful golden eyes, inscribed with "Upper Rank Six," contracted violently at the utterly incomprehensible sight before her, their depths filled with horror and disbelief.
"What...?"
Her Blood Demon Art.
The sash attacks she took such pride in, powerful enough to instantly kill any swordsman below Hashira level.
Had actually...
Been blocked?
And blocked completely, in such an utterly humiliating way!
What was that thing?
Just what was that enormous purple skeleton enveloping that man, radiating an ominous, ancient, sacred yet evil aura?!
This wasn't a Breathing Style!
Much less a power the Demon Slayer Corps should possess!
It was practically... as though another Demon King had descended here!
While Daki reeled in shock, at the other end of the battlefield...
With a few bounds using a ninja's footwork, Tengen Uzui appeared silently at the edge of another rooftop. Immediately afterward, Tanjiro followed, panting, with Nezuko on his back.
When they saw the scene at the center of the battlefield clearly, both froze at the same instant.
Tengen Uzui, the flamboyant God of Festivals and the widely experienced Sound Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, found his mind going blank in an instant.
What was he seeing?
The upper body of a towering skeletal demon god, over ten