After a long while, the ice sculpture of the Bodhisattva appeared on its head.
Doma's clothes were torn in many places, and around the tears, the originally bright red clothes had turned a deep dark red after being soaked in blood.
Compared to Doma, Akaza's clothes were relatively clean.
The voices of Doma that used to occasionally echo across the battlefield gradually faded away, leaving only the clanging sounds of fists and fans clashing.
The excessively frequent physical rehabilitation caused Doma to experience fatigue he hadn't felt in a long time, and his movements became more sluggish than before.
Whoosh--!
A fist flashed by, and his right shoulder was pierced through by a punch.
The next moment.
Several fist shadows flashed rapidly in Doma's pupils.
With his right shoulder pierced and only one hand still usable, Doma was completely unable to withstand Akaza.
He could only raise the folding fan and try his best to protect his head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...
The sound of fists striking flesh rang out incessantly.
In the blink of an eye, four or five holes had been punched into Doma's body.
Just as Akaza was about to deliver another punch to Doma's head, a shadow fell over both of them.
Akaza's gaze quickly shifted away.
A massive hand-shaped blade was rapidly descending towards their location.
"What a hassle..."
Akaza muttered something under his breath and abandoned his plan to continue the attack.
However, he did not leave the top of the ice sculpture Bodhisattva directly, but stood on the edge.
He jumped down just before the chop was about to land.
boom!
A tremendous explosion rang out, and the once lifelike head burst open.
Ice chunks of varying sizes flew in all directions.
Akaza's body twisted nimbly in the air, dodging several ice blocks that were shot at him.
He then stepped onto a large block of ice in mid-air.
I looked up at the remaining body of the ice sculpture of the Bodhisattva.
He suddenly exerted force with his feet.
Bang!
The ice block that had been stepped on flew rapidly to the ground with a loud thud.
"Destroy what? Annihilation Style!"
A shimmering blue light gathered around Akaza, like a river.
" Sixfold Strike!"
The converging river suddenly crashed into the ice sculpture of the Bodhisattva.
boom--!!!
The enormous explosion was deafening.
The remaining body of the ice sculpture of the Bodhisattva suddenly exploded.
After landing, Akaza dodged the ice stones that kept falling while searching for Doma.
With a flick of his wrist, Akaza charged off in a certain direction once more.
for a long time.
The sun rises in the east.
Sunlight shone through the vast forest.
With a shout of " Destructive Death - Kick Style - Flowing Light", Doma's figure flew backward and landed on the ground illuminated by the sun.
"Ah--!!"
A painful scream came from Doma's mouth.
The feeling of being exposed to the sun is far beyond anything physical harm can describe; it is a pain that originates from the soul.
Driven by his survival instinct, Doma relentlessly used his Blood Demon Art, attempting to build a barrier of ice to block the deadly sunlight.
However, these ice crystals melt rapidly in the sunlight, just like snowflakes meeting fire; the rate of formation cannot keep up with the rate of melting.
Sunlight would occasionally shine on Doma, and scorch marks would appear on Doma body.
As the sunlight shone on him, Doma let out screams of agony.
The sunlight was quickly blocked by the newly formed ice, which was then eroded and melted, allowing the sunlight to scorch Doma once again.
Generate, melt, scream, generate, melt, scream...
Thus, under Akaza's gaze, Doma traversed dozens of meters of sunlight and arrived at a shaded area where the sun could not reach.
Akaza couldn't help but show a hint of surprise as he looked at Doma who had come before him.
At this moment, Doma was covered in wounds, and almost half of his body had been scorched into charcoal by the sun.
He really didn't expect that Doma would be able to run back from under the sun, even though it was only a few dozen meters.
However, when a ghost is exposed to the sun, its bodily functions are reduced by almost half.
Let alone tens of meters, running ten meters would make you a hero.
It can only be said that the Blood Demon Art that can create things is indeed stronger than other Blood Demon Art in blocking sunlight...
Upon reaching a short distance from Akaza, Doma seemed to have reached his limit and collapsed to the ground.
Seeing Akaza took two steps forward, preparing to throw Doma back into the sunlight.
Are you going to eat him?
The sudden question made Akaza pause in his movements, and he looked at the five people who had appeared behind him.
" Lord Muzan!" Akaza shook his head. "No, eating him would only make me feel disgusted!"
"Since you're not going to eat him, then let him go!" Muzan said.
He hadn't originally planned to get involved, since Doma was indeed quite annoying to him.
But Doma's successful escape from the sun just now earned his admiration; he realized that Doma was still somewhat useful.
"But..."
Akaza was about to speak Muzan when Muzan interrupted him.
"Um?"
The deep voice made Akaza swallow back what he was about to say. The reprimand he had received just days before made Akaza nod silently.
"Yes!"
Seeing that Akaza didn't speak again, Muzan nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, you've won this Rank Replacement Blood Battle. From now on, you're Upper Rank Two, Doma demoted to Upper Rank Three!"
"Let's spare his life a little longer! He might still be useful against the Demon Slayer Corps later!"
As Muzan finished speaking, Akaza suddenly bent over uncontrollably and covered his eyes with his hands.
Doma, who was lying on the ground, also began to twitch, but he no longer had the strength to make any more movements.
It took Akaza to slowly lower his hand.
When I looked up again, the character 'three' that was originally etched in my eyes had been replaced by 'two'.
Muzan satisfaction, then looked at Kokushibo.
" Kokushibo!"
Without saying much, Kokushibo seemed to understand Muzan had called him.
He stepped over to Doma was lying on the ground.
With his toes touching Doma's waist, he then flicked his hips slightly, sending Doma's figure flying into the air.
Whoosh--!
With a flash of light, the burned areas on Doma's body were all cut off.
With a soft "thud," Doma fell to the ground.
After the flesh scorched by the sun separates from the body, the regenerative power belonging to the demon begins to take effect.
Flesh and blood gradually grew back.
However, the speed was significantly slower than usual, even slower than the Lower Rank.
It seems that even if a ghost doesn't die from sunburn, being exposed to the sun for a slightly longer period of time has a significant impact on it.
After a long time, the flesh and blood finally grew back completely.
Doma rolled over on the ground, heavy breathing escaping his lips.
She slightly lifted her eyes, revealing the words "Upper Rank" and "Three" etched on her rainbow-colored pupils.
"Hey! Akaza! You're so cruel! She's always been so nice to you!"
Akaza glanced at Doma sideways before looking away.
She's still as annoying as ever...