"Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe - Tenman Crescent Moon!"
Kokushibo moved.
The liberated, misshapen demon blade in his hand swung towards Lexon.
In an instant, countless giant, crescent-shaped blade winds were released from the sword, sweeping towards Lexon along with innumerable giant crescent moon blades.
The corridors and buildings between Lexon and Kokushibo were all destroyed into slag by the blade winds and moon blades. Carrying a force that seemed as if it would level everything, it was like a natural disaster, a storm that would destroy all things.
'Oho...'
Upon seeing the momentum of this move, Lexon couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.
'This looks quite impressive...'
'It's a world of difference from his previous moves.'
'Then let's try something a little more stimulating!'
For a moment, Lexon also became a little excited.
White mist rapidly escaped from the corner of his mouth as he circulated his breathing technique to its absolute limit. The mist clinging to the blade seemed to gradually grow frantic with the rise and fall of his breath.
Next, he began to swing his Nichirin Sword...
One slash... two slashes... three... ten... a hundred... a thousand... ten thousand...
As if immersed in the act of swinging, the speed of his slashes gradually increased, and the clinging mist grew more and more frantic...
Gradually, the number of times he swung his Nichirin Sword became countless.
Each swing left an arc-shaped white mist blade mark in front of Lexon.
As the number increased, it had already formed a woven net of mist.
"Mist Breathing, Ninth Form: Heavenly Net of Fog and Flame!"
Just as the giant crescent-shaped blade winds carrying the giant moon blades were about to close in, Lexon swung his last slash, sending the mist net out.
The fine mist net advanced, weak and slow.
But the moment the mist net touched the blade winds, the small net suddenly expanded, abruptly becoming a gigantic mist net.
It displayed absolute power, pushing the sweeping wind blades and crescent moon blades back, even enveloping some of the buildings outside the blade winds that had not been destroyed, and continued to push towards Kokushibo and the other Upper Ranks.
"What is that thing?"
Daki looked at the giant net that blotted out the sky, her heart filled with incomparable shock.
'Is this something a swordsman using a breathing technique can create?'
Standing high up, Muzan frowned upon seeing the giant net and ordered Nakime at his side, "Teleport them away."
"I cannot, Lord Muzan," Nakime shook her head. "I cannot teleport all the demons and that human away again in such a short period of time."
Clearly, the last time she had teleported all the demons and Lexon away had left her unable to do so again for a short time.
This refusal made the blood vessels on Muzan's face bulge, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
"Cut it, Kokushibo."
Muzan commanded.
"Yes," Kokushibo's calm voice responded.
"Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail!"
He held the evolved demon blade horizontally and slashed forward.
A huge, arc-shaped blade wind instantly swept out, and along with countless giant crescent moon blades, it cut towards the giant net at an extremely high speed.
However, after the blade wind touched the mist net, it did not succeed in cutting it open. Instead, it was pushed back by the net, causing the net to expand even further.
A look of astonishment appeared on Kokushibo's face.
'Could it be that this net formed of mist grows stronger when attacked?'
The moment Kokushibo realized this, the giant mist net suddenly contracted, pulling the entire area where all the Upper Ranks were into it.
"Teleport us two away," Muzan never stood under a crumbling wall. With a single strum from Nakime's biwa, he appeared outside the range of the contracting net.
"It seems we can't escape..." Doma stopped his leaping figure.
"Disperse for me!" Akaza continuously attacked the mist net with his Destruction Style, but it didn't stir the slightest ripple.
Some Upper Ranks wanted to leave the contracting range, others wanted to break the mist net, but it was all in vain.
The gigantic mist net left no gaps, continuously shrinking, enveloping the objects within.
Abruptly, the temperature inside the mist net suddenly soared. All the blade mists that wove the net suddenly transformed into fierce flame slashes, as if unleashing ten thousand flame slashes on the things inside at the same instant.
Unavoidable, inescapable.
Intense flame energy rose up. Under the flame energy were the chunks of the Upper Ranks' bodies, which had been cut into pieces.
Only Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza were still somewhat recognizable.
It was just that each of them was missing certain parts.
But the next second, the wounds on their bodies all instantly recovered, and the chunks of the other Upper Ranks' bodies also quickly reassembled and returned to their original state.
"What is the point of these techniques of yours?" Kokushibo asked, looking at Lexon with a calm expression.
The clothes on his body were tattered by the flame slashes, making him look very wretched, but in reality, he had not suffered any damage.
These slashes, which were released separate from the Nichirin Sword, were completely meaningless.
To a demon, they were all attacks that could be recovered from quickly.
"No point. Just for fun," Lexon said with a smile.
"You damn bastard!" Hantengu's anger clone roared furiously at Lexon.
"Is there a need to be so angry?" Lexon casually waved his Nichirin Sword and said indifferently.
"So you've been toying with us all this time?" Akaza asked.
Lexon pondered for a moment and then replied directly, "Yes."
"What a man of terrible character," even the smile on Doma's face was gone.
"About the same as you," seeing the ever-smiling Doma not smiling, Lexon, on the other hand, was smiling quite happily.
The moment he finished speaking, a flying sickle suddenly flew towards Lexon.
Lexon raised the Nichirin Sword in his hand and blocked the incoming short sickle.
The sickle was blocked and returned to its master's hand. It was Gyuutaro. He was looking at Lexon with venomous hatred and said fiercely, "I'll slaughter you!"
He valued his younger sister extremely. But just now, his sister had been cut into pieces in front of him. Although she could recover, he would absolutely not let go of the guy who had harmed his sister.
"Destructive Death: Disorder!" Hundreds of Akaza's fist shadows came in waves.
"Blood Demon Art: Freezing Fog - Water Lily Bodhisattva!" Doma waved his twin fans, fanning out an ice fog that formed an incomparably huge ice man. Its shape was like that of a Bodhisattva sitting in meditation with its hands clasped together. This Bodhisattva swung a hand containing immense power at Lexon.
"Blood Demon Art: Fusion - Zohakuten!" Hantengu's four clones instantly fused into one, becoming a young man with two horns on his head and a ferocious face. Dazzling, frantic lightning blossomed at his fingertips. "Blood Demon Art: Crazed Cry Thunder Kill!"
"Blood Demon Art: Eight-Layered Obi Slash!" Eight sashes suddenly emerged from behind Daki and whipped towards Lexon.
"Blood Demon Art: Splattering Blood Sickles!" The twin sickles in Gyuutaro's hands were swung at extreme speed.
"Moon Breathing, Sixteenth Form: Moonbow - Half Moon!" With a swing of Kokushibo's blade, several giant blade winds descended from the sky, shattering the earth, and fell towards Lexon accompanied by countless crescent moon blades.
Countless attacks came at Lexon from all directions at once.
Lexon's reaction was also incomparably swift. He continuously switched his breathing styles, swung his Nichirin Sword, and used the most suitable sword forms to contend with the incoming onslaught.
With Kokushibo as the main force holding him down, and Akaza and Doma providing support, Lexon was completely unable to free his hands to slay the remaining small fry like Hantengu and Daki, who were continuously firing cheap shots.
High-intensity exchanges went back and forth, the glint of blades and the shadow of swords, ice flying and lightning flashing. The extreme wind pressure and spreading aftershocks smashed everything in the vicinity to pieces. This area of the Infinity Castle was completely transformed into a death zone that could not be approached.
It was likely that even if the strongest Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, Gyomei Himejima, were to come, he would die on the spot within seconds, his peak body beaten to a pulp.
A few minutes later, Lexon leaped backward, temporarily stopping his hands.
"The aura on your body is decaying," Kokushibo said indifferently, staring at Lexon. He had been paying attention to his opponent's condition the whole time.
"Indeed," Lexon himself also felt that his stamina was hitting rock bottom.
"Then go and die," Kokushibo said decisively.
"You mean the warm-up is over, and it's time to get serious," Lexon replied with a smile.
[Activate Demonization]
The thought fell in his mind.
An all-conquering aura suddenly emerged.
It pressed down on all the demons present, making their hearts pound wildly.
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