Inside Susanoo, Sasuke's expression turned grave for the first time.
He lowered his head and looked at the clear crack across Susanoo's ribs.
In that instant just now, even his Mangekyō Sharingan had failed to fully track his opponent's movements.
That blood-red scythe flash had seemingly appeared out of thin air, its speed and power far surpassing Daki's.
Five hundred meters away, in the safe zone.
Tengen Uzui instinctively reached up and touched his slashed cheek.
His fingertips met something warm. It was only a negligible trace of blood.
He was just about to sneer, "Is that all?" when his expression froze.
It wasn't pain.
What came from the wound was a strange numbness that was spreading rapidly.
"Poison!"
The word squeezed out between the former ninja Tengen Uzui's teeth, sending a chill through his entire body.
He had been poisoned just from being grazed by the attack's aftershock?
Tanjiro and Inosuke stood with their mouths open, their minds blank.
What had just happened?
They hadn't seen anything clearly. All they had seen was a flash of blood-red light, and that godlike purple skeletal giant had been driven back.
And the powerful Sound Hashira had been wounded too.
This oppressive presence... it was in an entirely different dimension from the previous Upper Rank Six!
At the center of the battlefield, Gyutaro slowly straightened his hunched spine, which looked as though life itself had crushed it.
He extended his long, sickly tongue and licked the filthy blood from his blood scythe, his mismatched eyes, filled with resentment and jealousy, fixed firmly on the flamboyant-looking Tengen Uzui.
"A Hashira... you're a Hashira, aren't you?"
His voice was hoarse and thick, like rusty blades scraping together.
"You're really good-looking, and your voice sounds nice too. You must be popular with girls, huh? I'm