The power of a single finger was ultimately limited; the ‘Kai’ just now had consumed most of the Cursed Energy.
The finger only had twenty-odd seconds of usage time remaining.
Satoru knew that Muzan was not dead yet.
That near-rule-based recovery was likely still active.
Because Muzan’s lower half had escaped!
Just as mentioned before, only a one-hit kill could completely eradicate Muzan!
If he didn’t run now, once Muzan finished regenerating, Satoru felt he would be in danger.
Even if he miraculously became the Black Flash King and landed eight Black Flashes in a row, he could only exchange a couple of blows with Muzan.
After completing a combo, Muzan would recover right there, making further delay completely pointless!
If only he had a nichirin blade, then he could engage in a war of attrition!
The figure of Giyu Tomioka appeared in Satoru’s mind.
In the original work, he was also nearby, but he only arrived close to morning.
By that time, it would likely be too late.
Being able to force Muzan back into the Infinite City was already quite good.
Satoru had already made up his mind: Muzan’s existence was a huge threat!
After this, he must root out the threat and obtain more fingers!
Muzan was now on Satoru’s Kill List!
…”Itadori!
Fushiguro / Megumi!”
On the mountain path, Satoru saw the backs of Itadori and his group running frantically.
The group was running quite miserably, especially Itadori.
But fortunately, everyone was safe and sound.
This was the meaning of his appearance.
It’s just, why hasn’t the System mission complete notification popped up yet? The source of this chapter is g.com.
“Mr.
Satoru!”
Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori, holding two children, turned back sharply upon hearing the voice, his face instantly lighting up with surprise.
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro also turned his head immediately, his tense expression relaxing slightly.
“Hmm??”
Zing!
Zing!
Zing!
Seven clear yet eerie sounds of a Biwa rang out in the sky!
Above Satoru’s head, the air twisted without warning!
Seven shoji doors, emitting an ominous and eerie aura, suddenly unfolded from different directions!
Satoru’s pupils contracted slightly.
Did Muzan send someone out?
There was no time to think carefully.
He formed his fingers like a blade, and his arm sliced several incredibly sharp slashes through the air!
Boom!!
Four of the shoji doors traced strange arcs in the sky, blocking all the slashes!
The other three doors, however, were already wide open.
Three figures, carrying a terrifying and heart-stopping aura that far surpassed that of a Lower Rank Demon, fiercely charged out!
They sealed off Satoru’s path!
One demon was dressed in a formal purple Montsuki Haori and possessed six chilling eyes.
He had a long ponytail extremely similar to Yoriichi Tsugikuni’s, and carried a strange long sword forged from his own flesh and blood at his waist, his aura profound as an abyss.
[Upper Rank One: Kokushibo]!
Another demon had white-oak colored hair like a waterfall, holding a pair of golden Folding Fans engraved with lotus flowers.
[Upper Rank Two: Doma]!
And the last figure was none other than Kibutsuji Muzan, who had just recovered half his body and whose expression was utterly grim!
Three Demon King-level Powerhouses, arranged in a triangular formation, completely sealed off all of Satoru’s retreat paths!
Muzan’s plum-red vertical pupils, burning with endless malice and greed, locked onto Satoru, his voice cold and distorted:
“Your power is indeed very interesting.”
“The game…
has just begun!”
“This time, let’s see…
how you protect those despicable ants behind you!!”
As his voice fell!
Countless shoji doors opened up from the ground!
…Meanwhile.
Several miles away in the snowy forest, a cold-faced young man wearing a Mismatched Haori was rushing towards this location at extreme speed.
“What’s going on over there?”
“Why is there such a massive fire?”
“This aura…
is it a demon?”
“No, that’s wrong…
this intensity is unprecedented!”
“I must…
go immediately!”
Giyu Tomioka tightened his grip on the nichirin blade at his waist, his expression extremely serious.
He didn’t know what was happening ahead, but the sense of duty as a Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman drove him toward the center of the’storm’!
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”