After striking Mizuki, the group did not stop.
If they relaxed their guard just by cutting off a demon's arm, then victory would be too simple.
Iguro Obanai pressed forward, saying calmly, "This is my thank-you gift back to you."
Mizuki dodged, a slight curve on her lips: "I didn't realize you held such a grudge."
Iguro Obanai's face darkened slightly, as Sanemi Shinazugawa's slashes followed one after another.
"Who's holding a grudge now?" Sanemi Shinazugawa said fiercely.
This woman had been overly provocative from the start.
He had even thought of reconciling, but it turned out he had been completely played.
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Mizuki nodded perfunctorily, and as she raised her hand, her severed arm had already regenerated as good as new.
"So fast." Iguro Obanai was somewhat startled.
As expected of a demon capable of such destruction, her regeneration speed was probably among the best even among the Upper Ranks.
Iguro Obanai couldn't help but recall the Entertainment District at that time, where the streets looked as if they had been hit by a natural disaster.
At the very least, her regeneration speed was not on the same Rank as the Lower Ranks he had killed before.
Why didn't he mention the Upper Ranks?
Because he hadn't yet had the chance to confront an Upper Rank.
Just as Iguro Obanai was momentarily lost in thought, a sharp shout came from beside him.
"Iguro! Behind you!"
It was Uzui's voice.
Iguro Obanai froze for a moment, almost thinking Mizuki had slipped out of his sight.
However, others wouldn't lie to him.
That meant there really was something behind him.
Moreover, his serpentine instincts were constantly stimulating his nerves.
There was something behind him.
Iguro Obanai had intended to duck and roll, but remembering what Mizuki had done earlier, he instinctively paused.
Damn it, it's too late.
Iguro Obanai knew he had been foolish; he twisted his body to look behind him, wanting to see what was attacking him.
Boom!
A circle of orange flames erupted behind him, and Tanjirou's figure appeared there.
Iguro Obanai also saw what was attacking him: a tenacious... thread, stubbornly resisting under Tanjirou's Nichirin Blade.
It was a blood-red thread.
"What is that?" Sanemi Shinazugawa voiced his confusion.
"Young Miss Mizuki's Blood Demon Art." Tanjirou replied, drenched in sweat, wondering why he still couldn't cut it.
Even Sun Breathing couldn't sever it... could this thing only be dodged?
Tanjirou understood that this was probably because Mizuki had overcome the sun, so Sun Breathing's special attack against demons was ineffective.
In front of Mizuki, Sun Breathing was not much more powerful than other Breathing Techniques.
Hearing Tanjirou's reply, Iguro Obanai then noticed that their surroundings were covered in dense blood threads, he didn't know when.
Fortunately, this thing didn't look disgusting, otherwise, those with trypophobia would probably have an attack.
"Be careful! Where that thing drifts, it will freeze." Tanjirou reminded them again.
Seeing the dense blood threads gradually closing in, everyone had no choice but to swing their Nichirin Blades.
Tanjirou defended against the blood thread attacks while observing everyone's situation.
"Sure enough, everyone can't cut through it." Tanjirou thought, exasperated.
As the blood threads drifted, the ground along their path was covered in layers of frost.
Tanjirou quickly looked around; there was almost no room to maneuver, as they were all forced together by these blood threads.
If this continued, wouldn't they all be annihilated?
Tanjirou desperately searched for Mizuki's figure, finding that she had stopped in place and wasn't moving.
Instead... Mizuki slowly raised her Nichirin Blade, her palm stroking the tip of the blade, and a streak of blood quickly covered the blade, dyeing it dark red.
A bad premonition surged in Tanjirou's heart.
"Snow Breathing..."
Mizuki's cold voice rang out like a death knell.
Only at this moment did Tanjirou not want to hear that voice.
Seeing Mizuki raise her hand.
"Hey, hey, think of something quickly!" Uzui Tengen's anxious voice came from behind him.
"What in the world is this thing?" Sanemi Shinazugawa was clearly infuriated.
If it were a single slash that killed him, he could still understand.
What was the meaning of these threads? He couldn't cut them one by one, and the free-floating blood threads had already carved subtle wounds on his body.
"Wah~" Kanroji Mitsuri cried out, frantically fending off the attacks.
"Snow Breathing, Tenth Form: Moonlight Beneath the Snow, Altered."
Mizuki held her Nichirin Blade level and swept it horizontally, unleashing a blood-red crescent moon, even larger in scope than before, sweeping towards the group, intending to cut them all in two.
In such a critical situation, no one would think of training; their brains either froze or worked frantically.
How to avoid this slash.
The surroundings, including the sky, were covered in blood threads, and they had no way to deal with these threads, which meant there was absolutely no space to dodge.
Breathing Techniques and Sword Forms were useless; no matter how they cut, these blood threads seemed unbreakable.
The increasingly approaching blood-red crescent moon reflected in Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes, and he felt a prickling sensation all over his body.
This was a life-or-death crisis.
A blood-red pattern, shaped like a pinwheel, gradually appeared on his face.
Perhaps the enhancement of this Demon Slayer Mark took effect, as in his seemingly self-destructive slashes, one blood thread after another snapped.
"Get out of the way quickly!" Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer, and he shouted while already dodging to the side.
Tanjirou and the others also noticed that the previously indestructible blood threads were now snapping simultaneously.
Without bothering to ponder how it broke, they pushed off with their legs and lunged forward.
Mizuki's arm seemed to have deviated slightly, causing the group to barely manage to fall to the ground, narrowly avoiding the wide crescent attack.
"Hoo~"
The group sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
They didn't have time to catch their breath for long before getting up without delay.
The blood threads in mid-air reconnected one by one, returning to their original state.
As everyone's scalps tingled, they also clearly saw the peculiar Demon Slayer Marks on each other's faces.
In the high-pressure environment just now, they had all activated the so-called Demon Slayer Marks.
Could it be...? Realizing this, everyone turned their gaze towards Mizuki.
"No, my Blood Demon Art is not indestructible; it's just that my regeneration speed exceeded your slashing frequency." Mizuki understood what they meant and explained, "After you activated your Demon Slayer Marks and your physical abilities improved, my regeneration speed became somewhat insufficient."
"So, this time, you escaped from desperation yourselves."
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