Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"There's no use being unconvinced. He's different from the Pillars we've encountered before; he's very strong!"

Suddenly, the flesh on Daki's back swelled up, and Kiyokawa Izumi only saw a black shadow flash before his eyes before a sharp and swift attack landed.

"This is the oppressive feeling the Upper Moon should have!"

With this in mind, Kiyokawa Izumi, who was already prepared, was not caught off guard.

He subconsciously created distance, but his expression didn't change significantly.

"You're really amazing; you managed to dodge my attack..."

The extremely ugly-looking Gyutaro looked at him lazily, unconsciously scratching his messy hair, his yellow pupils marked with the Upper Moon and the number six.

Its waist is very thin, less than half the size of an average person's, and with its upper body bare, it exudes an extremely imposing aura.

Its weapon is a scythe formed from blood, and compared to Daki, its senses are much sharper—the former cannot perceive Kiyokawa Izumi's special abilities and still regards him as a weak swordsman.

"Brother, I can do it! I just wasn't paying attention!"

After her head was reattached, Daki began to change her form. Her originally jet-black and smooth hair turned white, with light green ends.

Large swaths of paper-white skin were exposed, and the scattered ribbon clones returned one after another.

A chilling gaze followed, and as a bone-chilling killing intent surged forth, the alluring, ornate ribbons wrapped around her seemed to suddenly come alive.

Without needing to swing its arms dramatically, these seemingly soft ribbons are simply an extension of its limbs.

Several, or even a dozen, death ribbons suddenly attacked, their edges becoming incredibly sharp, as if the air itself were being torn apart.

Unimaginable speed and power are displayed at this moment.

Daki proved with her strength that she was fundamentally different from the Lower Moon.

A pure, brutal, and overwhelming attack surrounded us from all sides, leaving Kiyokawa Izumi no room to retreat.

Contact brings destruction; the seemingly solid wall collapses instantly, and flying wood fragments obscure the view.

When the load-bearing beams broke, the huge house collapsed.

The team members not far away all looked over, their youthful faces no longer showing their usual composure, and the ordinary people who had been awakened were also in a state of panic.

Some people stared blankly, while others broke down in tears, screaming out loud.

"My house... Are you kidding me? Who are you people? Why did it become like this?"

The boss, who had struggled desperately to break free of his restraints, had lost his composure.

"Don't just stand there!"

The first team member to regain his senses shouted loudly.

Seeing so many people still around who hadn't been evacuated, he felt a chill run down his spine—they had underestimated the power of the Upper Moon, and they hadn't expected there to be so many people here.

Once affected, casualties are unavoidable.

"Are you sure we don't need to help? There are two Upper Moons!!"

Looking in the direction he was pointing, there were indeed two Upper Moons. The young man's face showed undisguised horror—what a joke! Why are there two Upper Moons?

Mr. Uzui Tengen is not here right now!

As the dust settled, the sound of the clear spring rang out.

"It's certainly powerful, but what's the point if you can't hit it?"

Daki is really something.

Nobody's mocking its strength, so why the puff of breath?

When she saw that Kiyokawa Izumi was safe and sound, Daki's pupils contracted slightly.

The noise from nearby only made it more irritated, and several ribbons flew out in a row.

Kiyokawa Izumi casually waved his hand, attempting to bypass its several ribbons, but they were instantly severed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced behind him and saw that the second batch of swordsmen sent to provide support were of quite good quality. He quickly regained his senses at that moment.

Instead of presumptuously stepping forward to help, they did their best to evacuate the ordinary people around them.

That's good.

Doing what you can is already a great contribution.

"You're really great. Even at a time like this, you're still thinking about other people? Good looks, good personality, you must be very popular with girls, right?"

A hoarse voice rang out, and Gyutaro grinned, revealing a twisted and ferocious smile through his mouth full of sharp teeth. "How enviable! Can you just die already?"

"Blood Demon Art: Flying Blood Scythe!"

The blood drawn from his fingers transformed into a blood scythe, thin as paper, which, under Gyutaro's control, silently sliced ​​through the air, its sharpness undeniable.

The trajectory of its attack was incredibly cunning. Most importantly, its target was not Kiyokawa Izumi in front of it, but ordinary people who had not yet left.

"Isn't this a bit too disrespectful of me?"

"Type 5 - Dust-Free!"

In the blink of an eye, the blood-red Sharingan appeared.

A chaotic flash of blade light appeared, and he blocked all of the dozen or so blood-red scythes.

However, this level of attack is not even as effective as the ten thousand sticky fish in the jade pot.

"How about this?"

Suddenly, Gyutaro, who was standing close by, swung his sharp, blood-stained scythe. A mocking smile appeared on his ugly face, which was covered in black spots, as if he was laughing at Gyutaro's overestimation of his abilities.

These pillars are too concerned about ordinary people, which always exposes their weaknesses.