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Chapter 108: The Upper Moon Extermination!
Chapter 108: The Upper Moon Extermination!
As the battle progressed, even ordinary Demon Slayer members achieved remarkable results.
They restrained and surrounded the weaker demons, preventing them from harassing the Pillars who were engaged in a decisive battle with the Upper Moons.
"Seventh Squad! Quickly reinforce the east! The swordsmen there are already severely wounded!"
Deep in the mountains, Teruya Ubuyashiki, wearing a strangely patterned headband, was intently directing the battle.
The headband on his head came from Yushiro, a man-eating demon under Lady Tamayo's command.
This Blood Demon Art allows him to share vision with other crows, thus enabling him to remotely control the entire situation even when he is not physically in the Infinite City.
The sound of the pipa in the Infinite City grew increasingly mournful, and the twisting of space, like a runaway beast, led the flames of war to every dark corner.
In a tall, ancient building that had been completely shattered and deformed, the dull drumbeats, accompanied by thunder and gale-force winds, nearly shattered one's eardrums.
That is Upper Moon Two: Hantengu's strongest battle form—Zohakuten.
"Those beasts who bully the weak..."
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Anger was written all over Zeng Potian’s childlike face, and behind him floated a drum with the word “Zeng” engraved on it.
As he struck, several enormous wooden dragons roared and burst forth from the ground.
They are menacing, each possessing a terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
Three figures were rapidly moving through the encirclement of the wooden dragon.
Shinazugawa Sanemi grinned maliciously, his Nichirin Blade swirling with power, shredding the incoming wooden dragon: "Hey! How long are you going to keep playing these childish tricks? Your high-sounding tone makes me want to rip your guts out!"
"Wind Breathing - Fifth Form: Cold Autumn Mountain Wind!"
The raging hurricane instantly shaved off the wooden dragon's head, creating a safe space for them.
"Sanemi! Do not linger in battle! Remember our lord's instructions!"
"This body is just a disguise fabricated by that coward to escape responsibility!"
Kyojuro Rengoku's booming voice echoed in my ears.
He wielded a Nichirin Blade as scorching as the sun, and his brows were adorned with markings like burning flames.
Where the blade sliced through, the wooden dragons that were still reforming were completely burned.
Upon hearing his words, Shinazugawa stopped and didn't even glance at Zangbotian again.
He twisted his body and used the wind to rush directly into the deeper part of the ancient building.
Giyu Tomioka remained silent, bringing up the rear at the very end of the line, his movements as smooth as flowing water.
Whenever the thunderous waves or raging winds unleashed by Zeng Potian swept in, he only needed to raise his hand slightly, and [Type Eleven - Melon] would appear.
He can then render all attacks around him ineffective.
Enraged, Zengbotian pounded the drum on his back, and countless wooden dragons roared madly: "You cruel humans! You harm the weak instead of fighting me! What a despicable act!"
In the past, even the Pillars would have found themselves in a difficult situation when faced with such a wide-ranging and powerful Blood Demon Art.
However, at this moment, the three Pillars who were besieging him—Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, and Kyojuro Rengoku—showed no hesitation or wavering in their eyes.
They would never fight to the death with Zang Botian.
This was the last instruction left by the lord during training, based on the information provided by Dog's Will: "Half-Tengu's weakness is not in those incarnations. No matter how many heads are cut off, as long as the main body doesn't die, he will keep resurrecting."
"He represents the essence of cowardice, only the size of a palm, and will definitely try to escape and hide by any means necessary... Find him, and all his incarnations will vanish."
Because of this information, Sanzhu's actions seemed like a dream come true to Hantengu.
"There it is!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa's eyes were bloodshot from his intense fighting spirit and the burning of his markings, and his senses had reached their limit.
With his keen eye, he sensed the atmosphere filled with corruption and fear.
Those were cowardly ghosts hiding in the deepest part of the ancient building, fleeing in panic.
"How is this possible... how could it have been discovered..."
The cowardly demon form of the Half-Heaven Dog was fleeing in a panic, trembling all over.
Its tiny body was covered in wrinkles, and its cloudy eyes were filled with disbelief.
For four hundred years, every demon hunter who has fought him has been captivated by Zombie's overwhelming destructive power until he dies from exhaustion.
As long as you focus on hiding, you will never be discovered.
But why are these three killers coming straight for me today?
"Is that Akaza? That damned traitor! That damned guy actually betrayed me!"
"Get away! Get away from me!!"
Zang Botian let out a desperate roar, and countless wooden dragons roared in to try to stop the three pillars.
But in that instant, Kyojuro Rengoku's aura suddenly surged, and his markings on his forehead burned wildly, reflecting a crimson glow.
"Flame Breathing - Ninth Form: Purgatory—!!"
He transformed into a fire dragon, forcefully carving a scorched path through the sea of wood.
With the Flame Pillar clearing the way, Shinazugawa Sanemi had already reached Hantengu.
A cruel smile appeared on his scarred face, and the Nichirin Blade in his hand began to burn intensely.
"Gotcha! You bug hiding in your shell!"
Half-day Dog let out a sharp, piercing scream, and its palm-sized body flew out like a ball.
He frantically darted through the air, trying to hide in the shadows again, trying to call for Zeng Botian to come back and save him.
But it's too late.
puff--!
The tiny head rolled to the ground.
With the fall of its main body, the once invincible Zangbotian and those sky-covering wooden dragons all ceased their movements.
They were like soulless marionettes, falling apart in an instant and turning into ashes.
Hantengu's eyes, filled with cowardice and deceit, were filled with tears until the very last moment, as he tried to disguise his sins in this way.
However, there was no place for him in this world anymore.
Meanwhile, in another grand hall filled with ornate decorations and countless eerie porcelain pots, the battle entered its final climax.
The Upper Moon Three - Jade Pot emerged from a pot's spout, its entire body covered in fish scales as hard as diamonds.
"Once your bodies are touched by my divine hands, they will turn into adorable fish! Come, become part of my collection!"
His movements were extremely fast, and each teleportation created a series of ear-piercing sonic booms.
Jade Pot's Blood Demon Art is unique; he can use the porcelain bottles he makes to perform spatial jumps.
In previous battles, he was able to continuously use Blood Demon Art to summon giant fish summons and use large-scale waves to restrict the movements of the three swordsmen.
Now that his form has been elevated, those eerie divine hands seem even more unsolvable.
only...
"Your scent has become stronger."
Tanjiro Kamado had his eyes closed, and his nostrils twitched violently.
After the jade pot entered the sublimation stage, due to the explosion of ghostly power, the stench, like rotting seafood, formed clear wisps of odor in the air.
No matter how the jade pot teleported, the line always remained connected to his head.
Obanai Iguro's condition was even more extreme.
His heterochromatic pupils lost focus due to extreme concentration, and the whole world became completely transparent in his eyes.
Although the jade pot could appear and disappear mysteriously in different porcelain bottles, Iguro could clearly see the flow of ghostly energy before each movement.
His perfect form, which he was so proud of, seemed so ridiculous in the eyes of Tanjiro and Obanai Iguro at this moment.
In the eyes of these two, Yu Hu's so-called teleportation had already been predicted.
The figure of Gyokuko suddenly appeared in the air, his palm only inches away from Kanroji Mitsuri's cheek.
He was laughing wildly; he thought he had won.
"Does this twisted garbage even deserve to be called art?"
Obanai Iguro's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.
A serpentine sword shadow, moving like a snake, silently sliced into his defensive circle through the gaps in his fish scales.
With a swift slash, the serpentine sword severed the divine hand of the jade pot.
At the same time, Kanroji Mitsuri's whip-like blade precisely wrapped around his fish tail, rendering him unable to move!
"How is this possible! My scales are made of divine strength..."
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"Tanjiro! Now!"
At Mitsuri's call, Tanjiro suddenly opened his eyes, the mark on his forehead instantly expanding, and the Nichirin Blade in his hand unleashed a golden-red light that pierced through the hall.
"Hinokami Kagura: Yanghua Tu!!"
With this thrust, Tanjiro transformed into a burning meteor, piercing through Gyokko's scale-covered chest.
"It's so hot! Ughhhhh!"
The jewel pot let out a mournful cry, but what awaited it was Obanai Iguro's decisive final strike.
The curved Nichirin Blade sliced across the deformed neck of the jade pot.
With a crisp sound, the arrogant head flew upwards and crashed heavily into the shards of the porcelain pot he was so proud of.
Upper Moon Three - Gyokko, Subjugation!