Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The sense of oppression that a single doma and multiple doma can bring is completely different. With their coordinated efforts, Kiyokawa Izumi also felt threatened—the doma that hadn't gotten sick from eating something bad was perfectly fine.

At this moment, the main body has created enough distance between itself and Kiyokawa Izumi to give the latter no chance.

"This bastard is far more troublesome than Akaza... If it weren't for Shinobu, probably only the Stone Pillar could reliably take him down."

Almost simultaneously, deadly attacks came from multiple directions, but Kiyokawa Izumi, who had no time to think, simply stood calmly in place.

"Type 5 - Dust-Free!"

As she raised her hand and swung her sword, Kiyokawa Izumi held her breath—the fine ice crystals that swirled around her were like clouds, even affecting her vision, and the temperature suddenly dropped in this white sea of ​​clouds.

The air seemed to solidify, and the biting cold seeped through the outer clothing, silently invading the body.

You must not breathe under any circumstances, otherwise you will be courting death, and your lungs will freeze instantly.

With no way to retreat, all he could do was draw his sword. The dark red blade became ethereal at that moment, and the crimson hue vanished in an instant. The sword-wielding motion was too fast to catch.

The moment the scorching blade pierced the frozen clouds, it was as if the pale sky had been torn apart.

Under the influence of the rising winds, the dense frozen clouds were torn apart by the violent air currents and scattered in all directions.

His figure holding the knife was clearly visible, and Kiyokawa Izumi's expression remained unchanged. Even the smallest ice crystals were blocked by him.

A crisp, resounding sound of ice breaking followed, and the lotus vines that had been spreading behind them were unknowingly severed.

He was still wielding his knife.

Not just once or twice, but hundreds or thousands of overlapping slashes.

Neither the blade nor the arm could be clearly seen; only dazzling afterimages vanished in an instant.

The dense, rain-like icicles shattered one after another, but Kiyokawa Izumi never even frowned throughout.

Within the range that the Nichirin Blade can cut, there is really nothing he can do about things like temperature or other intangible objects.

But it would be strange if one couldn't block tangible objects like ice crystals or ice pillars with a Nichirin Blade in hand.

"In the end, it's just some ice cubes."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kiyokawa Izumi casually swung his Nichirin Blade, and the little boy, Doma, who was blocking his way, didn't even have time to retreat before the sharp tip of the blade grazed his neck.

Is it really that easy to dodge?

Tiny cracks then appeared, and rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, these clones do not possess the bodies of demons, nor do they have such terrifying regenerative abilities; they are far more fragile than imagined.

Using the phrase "fragile to the touch" to describe it might be an exaggeration, but it's not entirely inaccurate.

What might not be fatal to the main body is an unbearable attack for Kodoma.

The power of the Blood Demon Arts he unleashed might be comparable to his own body, but so what? They are also many times more fragile than his own body—without this terrifying regenerative ability, even if he possessed the mystical Blood Demon Arts, he might not be able to withstand a single blow from him.

The question now is how to kill Doma, who has Nakime's assistance.

While the brain is working at high speed, the body has already begun to move.

After dealing with the little boy, Doma, who was blocking his way, Kiyokawa Izumi looked at the main body in the distance and suddenly exerted his strength, trying to close the distance with this person.

The familiar melody of the zither rang out once again, and despite the ever-changing terrain, the distance to Doma's true form remained constant.

He needs an opportunity.

That annoying guy's abilities are definitely not invincible—if he could swing his sword faster, faster than the dog could react, would he have a chance to kill Doma?

Having already awakened his full potential, his perception was incredibly sharp, and he was not unable to locate Nakime.

I just feel that actively seeking that person is pointless.

If Mingnu is determined to play hide-and-seek with him, she might not be able to find him even if she searches for him until the end of time.

The only way to break this deadlock is to kill Doma!

As his thoughts raced, the remaining four little doma were presented to him by Nakime.

Blood Demon Art: Snowfall in the Withered Garden.

One Blood Demon spell after another was cast.

The tiny ice fans, no bigger than the palm of his hand, swayed with an extremely elegant yet subtly deadly rhythm, showing no fear of close combat with him.

Or perhaps they're just hoping to wear him down and deplete his energy.

As the ice fan opened and closed, a continuous nine-hit combo, carrying fine frost, came in layers, the sharp chill aimed straight at the throat, and Qingchuan Quan, who raised his hand to block, was slowed down.

One after another, the little dolls took turns performing, like a relay race, giving no time to catch their breath.

Even though he had maintained his distance, he still had the leisure to offer his comments.

"That's really amazing. No one has ever made me create five ice dolls in a row."

Be very careful! If you inhale the tiny ice crystals, they can cause lung damage...