With a scream that sounded nothing like a human voice, Muzan's arm instantly transformed into a flesh-colored tentacle covered in spikes, piercing straight through Lower Rank Four's chest and hoisting him high. Suspended in midair, Lower Rank Four's body resembled dead wood drained of moisture as Muzan's cells consumed him completely amid excruciating pain, leaving not even a drop of blood.
After two Lower Ranks were killed in instant succession, the remaining two Lower Ranks' psychological defenses collapsed completely.
Lower Rank Three sprang up from the floor, turned, and fled frantically into the depths of the Infinity Castle! He knew staying meant certain death. If he was going to die either way, he might as well gamble on escaping this hell!
"Foolish."
Muzan coldly uttered that single word. He did not even turn his head, merely flicking a fingertip.
Whoosh!
A blast of force too fast for the naked eye to follow crossed a hundred meters in an instant, precisely severing Lower Rank Three's legs. Lower Rank Three screamed and fell to the floor. Before he could struggle to rise, his head came straight off his neck and rolled to Muzan's feet, utter terror still lingering in his eyes.
"Lord Muzan! Please calm your anger!" Lower Rank Two was so frightened that he had soaked his pants. He scrambled toward Muzan, tears and snot streaming down his face. "They were just too useless! If you would only grant me more blood, I would definitely become stronger! I would bring you the heads of all those Hashira!"
"Are you telling me what to do?" Muzan stopped and looked down at Lower Rank Two, who lay at his feet like a dog. "You actually dare to ask me for blood? Do you think you're worthy? Giving my blood to trash like you