There were simply too many enemies.
This was an outright suicide attack.
To obtain Nezuko, Muzan had already thrown in every trump card he had.
Rokuya cut down the last demon that approached and forcefully flicked the blood off the Shura Blade.
He panted heavily. Even with his constitution maxed out at 50 points, he felt a trace of fatigue from such intense fighting.
"Mr. Rokuya, dozens more demons are surrounding us from the left!" Tanjiro reported loudly.
"Ignore them." Rokuya fixed his eyes on a direction. "Follow me. We're forcing our way out."
Rokuya led the charge again.
Just as they were about to break out of the encirclement, an utterly terrifying chill suddenly descended from above.
The chill carried a soul-freezing cold, instantly turning every tree around them into an ice sculpture.
Rokuya stopped abruptly and shoved Tanjiro and the others behind him out of the way.
The next second, a frost-covered iron fan slammed directly into the spot where Rokuya had just stood.
The impact gouged a massive crater in the ground, and countless ice spikes spread out from its bottom.
Rokuya tightened his grip on the Shura Blade and looked up at the edge of the crater.
A man with white-oak-colored hair, rainbow eyes, and a gentle smile stood there.
He toyed with another iron fan in his hand, studying Rokuya with interest.
"Oh my, what a coincidence." The man's voice was exceedingly soft. "So everyone Lord Muzan asked me to find is gathered here."
Upper Rank Two, Doma.
Rokuya's pupils contracted sharply.
He recognized this man.
Two years ago in the Entertainment District, this was the man who had nearly killed Kanae.
He was also the one who had forced Rokuya to activate the Arcana Armor by force for the first time.
"It's you." An