Razor-sharp transparent threads twisted into a deadly siphon, lunging toward Giyu Tomioka’s heart. If nothing unexpected happened, he would soon end up like Gyomei Himejima—completely drained and reduced to nothing but nourishment for Wang Xu.
“Swish!”
In a split second, a long, slender white leg tore through the air, bringing with it a powerful shockwave that swept across the battlefield.
Wang Xu’s eyes narrowed as he raised a single hand to block the attack. The next moment, the ground beneath him cracked and collapsed, spreading fractures twenty meters wide. The sheer force of the impact sent Wang Xu flying backward, his own right hand smashing into his face.
As her kimono fluttered, it revealed a pair of toned legs adorned with flowing, willow-like patterns. A glimpse of her bare skin above added to her mystique, while her chest, pale as snow, subtly trembled.
A face filled with rage emerged—veins bulging, a single demonic horn protruding from her forehead.
Her pink eyes, now laced with blood-red veins, were ice-cold.
“Nezuko…”
Giyu Tomioka’s body swayed, his face drained of color as he fell toward the ground.
Nezuko hesitated for a brief moment, but her determination quickly hardened. Grabbing Giyu, she leaped onto a massive tree and dashed away at incredible speed.
“I can’t let you escape.”
Like a cannonball, Wang Xu shot forward, his expression showing a terrifying certainty.
He had been searching for Nezuko for a long time.
The reason he had been able to conquer the sun in the first place was because he had absorbed a small amount of her blood. His instincts told him that if he devoured Nezuko entirely, his power would skyrocket.
Now that she had come to him on her own, how could he possibly let her go?
“Nezuko… just leave me behind!”
Giyu, bleeding profusely, could feel his life slipping away rapidly.
His chest had been pierced—his death was inevitable.
“Become a demon… and take revenge.”
Nezuko clenched onto Giyu, sensing Wang Xu closing in behind her. Suddenly, her feet erupted with blood, creating an explosive burst of force that shattered the ground beneath them, leaving behind a five-meter crater.
She had activated Blood Demon Art – Explosive Blood.
Using the force of exploding blood, she propelled herself forward in an instant, dramatically increasing her speed.
Giyu looked up at Nezuko in silence.
He could feel that Nezuko had changed.
Not just her demeanor and personality—she had grown stronger.
Even the sunlight no longer harmed her.
“Alright.”
Despite his weakening state, Giyu nodded in agreement.
He would become a demon.
Only by becoming a demon could he gain enough strength. He would kill every last demon for revenge—and when his mission was complete, he would take his own life.
Nezuko sliced her fingertip, letting her blood flow like a stream into Giyu’s mouth.
Then, without hesitation, she darted deeper into the forest, heading for the shadows to prevent Giyu from being exposed to the sun.
Wang Xu remained in relentless pursuit.
Every time he closed the distance, Nezuko would use Explosive Blood, creating another burst of speed that widened the gap again.
A chase between predator and prey, both moving at lightning speed, vanished into the mountains.
—
At sunset, the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters…
Kagaya Ubuyashiki lay on a tatami mat, his face deathly pale. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose, his breaths weak, as if he could pass away at any moment.
He had just received devastating news.
Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Shinobu Kocho—all dead in Yoshiwara.
Gyomei Himejima and Urokodaki—also dead in Sagiri Mountain.
Giyu Tomioka—missing.
The Demon Slayer Corps had been almost entirely wiped out.
Among the Hashira, only Obanai Iguro remained.
They had lost. Completely and utterly.
There was no longer any hope.
—
Meanwhile, in the Northern Capital…
Inside a bustling and prosperous city, within the luxurious estate of a wealthy merchant, a ten-year-old boy clenched a book in his hands, crushing it to pieces. His face twisted in rage, eyes dark with malice.
“Kokushibo… is dead.”
The boy’s voice was ice-cold, his expression filled with disbelief.
Kokushibo had been his strongest subordinate.
And now, he was gone.
He could feel it—his connection to Kokushibo had been severed.
That man… had become an increasing threat.
—
Twenty Days Later – Deep in the Mountains
In an ancient forest, rivers and mountains stretched endlessly.
The sunlight was blocked by the dense branches of a massive tree.
A severed head, belonging to Enmu, was nailed to the trunk with a crude blade. His face contorted in despair as he gazed at the demon sitting cross-legged on the grass before him.
Even though his captor was trapped in a dream, Enmu did not dare flee.
A radius of twenty meters around the tree was exposed to direct sunlight, making any escape impossible.
For twenty days, Enmu had struggled, searching for ways to break free.
But every attempt had failed.
He had been forced to use his Blood Demon Art to create endless nightmares—serving as a tool for his captor’s training.
At first, he tried to trap the demon permanently in a dream, hoping to make him lose himself in an illusion forever. If that happened, he could escape—or even kill his tormentor.
But his captor had discovered his weakness.
Whenever the dream turned too strange, the demon would simply commit suicide—instantly waking up and beating Enmu mercilessly.
For twenty days, Enmu had lived in hell.
Now, within the dream world, Tang An battled fiercely against a nightmare version of himself.
His opponent was himself.
Every ability he had, the nightmare also possessed.
As the saying goes, “Your greatest enemy is yourself.”
For twenty days, Tang An had fought himself countless times.
Each time he reached his limit, he would commit suicide, waking up in the real world.
The first time he did this, he noticed a significant improvement—his senses, perception, and awareness became sharper. Even his ability to control Qi had improved.
From then on, he trained in dreams during the day and strengthened his body at night—refining both his soul and physical form simultaneously.
He never let his guard down at night, ensuring Enmu remained pinned to the tree, trapped in sunlight.
He truly admired his own brilliance.
If he had killed Enmu earlier, where else would he have found such an excellent training tool?
Now, he could meditate in complete stillness for an entire day—a feat he would have never achieved before.
This had been his greatest achievement in twenty days.
And that wasn’t even counting the rewards from his battles within the dream world.
As twilight approached, Tang An opened his eyes, fully conscious.
Seeing that Enmu was still obediently pinned to the tree, he stretched his arms lazily.
Once night fell, a campfire blazed.
Tang An had hunted two wild boars, three deer, and even a black bear.
Ever since mastering Qi, his appetite had grown exponentially.
Sitting by the fire, he devoured an entire deer within minutes.
Meanwhile, Enmu, having regenerated his body, sat completely still, his gaze locked forward, rigid and proper.
Because the last time he had so much as turned his head, he had been mercilessly beaten.
It was as if even breathing incorrectly would get him punished.
At this point, he had become as timid as a frightened bird.
—
Meanwhile, in the remote mountains near Yoshiwara…
Under the dim moonlight, the forest was stained with blood.
Four headless bodies lay in a crimson pool.
From their hearts, sharp thread-like siphons had extended, draining them of every last drop of blood.
“Damn it…”
The bodies belonged to Rokuro, Umo, Mukago, and Kamanue—four Lower Moons.
Now, their severed heads lay nearby, watching in terror as their bodies slowly withered away.
They had been searching for Nezuko and Rui, hoping to track down Wang Xu.
But instead, they had found him.
The battle had been swift.
And Wang Xu had won effortlessly.
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