You're Not Dead!

On the cliff face.

Tengen Uzui gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands as his body plummeted downwards.

His already injured body, coupled with his still-unhealed lungs, caused his arms to tremble rapidly.

However, thankfully...

Looking down at the ground that was almost within reach, Tengen Uzui gathered his strength in both hands again, gripped the Nichirin Blade, and slammed it hard against the cliff face.

As the Nichirin Blade sank deeper into the cliff face, Tengen Uzui's descent speed decreased rapidly.

As his descent rapidly decreased, so did his arms, which trembled even more violently.

Bang!

Tengen Uzui stood on the ground once again.

Feeling the solid ground beneath his feet, he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He then released his grip on the hilt of the Nichirin Blade, shook it a few times to ease the discomfort in his arms, and then gripped it again.

With a forceful pull of his arms, the Nichirin Blade was pulled out of the cliff face.

Tengen Uzui gripped the Nichirin Blade, with the blade facing upwards and the back of the blade downwards.

Looking at the dulled blade, Tengen Uzui's brows furrowed tightly.

He wasn't too heartbroken about the state of his Nichirin Blade. After all, he had been Demon Slayer for so many years and had lost count of how many Nichirin Blade he had broken. He had a clear understanding of what Nichirin Blade was.

That's what we're going to use!

So no matter how bad it gets, he won't feel bad, especially since his Nichirin Blade hasn't even been forged yet...

I still have to fight Doma later, and a dull Nichirin Blade would undoubtedly be a huge weakening of my fighting power!

"Oh well, I'm injured anyway. I'll just have to cooperate with them. It's all up to Kanroji!" Tengen Uzui thought to himself.

Looking up at the towering cliff face before him, and recalling his recent ordeal, Tengen Uzui shook his head.

"It's best not to do this kind of thing again!" Tengen Uzui muttered to himself, then turned and ran quickly toward the direction from which the rumbling sound came from.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The booming sound, like thunder, echoed continuously through the forest.

The Water Lily Bodhisattva's arm followed Mitsuri's figure, slamming onto the ground again and again.

As a result, the ground in the center of their battle was slammed down and became noticeably lower.

Mitsuri moved and leaped across the ground like a ghost, dodging left and right with perfect precision, avoiding the storm-like attacks of the Water Lily Bodhisattva.

Her feet would lightly tap the ground from time to time, using the reaction force to instantly change direction, causing the huge arm to always miss its target and only smash deep craters into the ground.

Doma sat atop the head of the Water Lily Bodhisattva, refusing to come down, and Mitsuri couldn't do anything about it.

After all, the Nichirin Blade Nichirin Blade Mitsuri wielded wasn't a specially made one; its one-meter-long blade left her with absolutely no interest in the Mitsuri Water Lily Bodhisattva that was several meters thick.

"But this is good, this way I only need to be careful of that fog that can freeze people!" Mitsuri thought to herself.

Speaking of fog, Mitsuri involuntarily looked carefully at the surrounding air, and then her body immediately stiffened slightly.

The next moment, Mitsuri's body quickly regained its suppleness. She pushed off the ground with her feet and leaped up, dodging the Water Lily Bodhisattva's chop.

Even while suspended in mid-air, Mitsuri's gaze remained fixed on the air around her that had caused her body to stiffen slightly.

Before they knew it, a thin layer of icy blue mist had quietly filled the surrounding air.

The fog was very thin, so thin it was like a wisp of smoke rising from a lake in the early morning.

If Mitsuri hadn't specifically looked into it just now, she wouldn't have noticed it yet.

"That Doma so cunning! Even if you know his moves, you can still fall for his tricks if you're not careful!" Mitsuri muttered under her breath. Though her words contained a complaint, they were more out of caution regarding the enemy's cunning.

Bang!

Mitsuri landed lightly, then without hesitation pushed off the ground again, her figure flashing backward like lightning.

Almost the instant she withdrew, the enormous ice sculpture arm swept across her in front of her with a chilling whistling sound. Wherever the arm passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Mitsuri dared not stray too far, because the battle between the two sides was currently in a delicate balance.

Doma dares to ignore Mitsuri, Mitsuri will rush up and harass him; if Mitsuri dares to ignore Doma, Doma will... Doma will...

Doma probably wishes Mitsuri would just ignore him right now.

In this situation, even knowing that the icy blue mist in front of her was dangerous, Mitsuri had no choice but to grit her teeth and stay inside to continue fighting Doma.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The rumbling sound continued to echo through the forest.

As before, Mitsuri continued to dodge the opponent's attacks in the open space below the Water Lily Bodhisattva.

However, unlike before, this time when Mitsuri was dodging, she also spared some of her attention to investigate why the mist was rising.

After a long while, through constant dodging, Mitsuri finally discovered the reason.

It turns out that each time the Water Lily Bodhisattva's arm hits the ground heavily, the hard ice sculpture arm would experience slight wear and tear. The surrounding mist was formed by the instantaneous release of those tiny ice fragments from the wear and tear, which quickly spread into the air.

but...

Even if she found out, there was nothing Mitsuri could do; she couldn't just Doma and run away.

The scene returned to one of smashing and the other dodging.

Time passed second by second.

At one point, unusual words suddenly rang out from the battlefield, which had been quiet for a while.

"Hey! Kanroji, catch the sword!"

Upon hearing this, Mitsuri quickly turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

Upon recognizing the familiar figure, a joyful light instantly shone in her eyes, and she shouted happily:

"Mr. Uzui, you're not dead?!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Tengen Uzui, who was already preparing to throw his sword, coughed violently, as if his frostbitten lungs had flared up again.

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!" Tengen Uzui said irritably.

"Ah, this... that... no, that's not what I meant!" Mitsuri scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly, a blush creeping onto her face. As she spoke, she glanced warily at the Water Lily Bodhisattva, and seeing that the other side seemed to have temporarily stopped their attack, she slowly moved towards Tengen Uzui.