Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The white spots on my wrist have connected into a long line, like a winding snake swimming through my veins.

The veins on his otherwise fair arms were bulging, and Kiyoshi Izumi could clearly feel the poison spreading rapidly through his body.

"I can still feel my left hand, and I can still use it... so why is my vision blurring?"

My eyes suddenly felt like they were being stabbed with needles, and a feeling of imbalance surged over me like a tidal wave, gradually engulfing my limbs.

Staggering backward, his continuous sword-wielding motions paused as a white round worm shot up from the ground and bit down hard on Kiyokawa Izumi's arm.

It's less about biting and more about integrating.

This thing was as soft as water, melting the skin. The sudden pain also brought Qingchuan Quan to his senses. He hurriedly waved his arms, desperately trying to shake off the white round worm that wanted to enter his body.

If this thing were to invade his body, his fate would be the same as the other two swordsmen: not only would he lose his eyes, but he would also die a gruesome death.

This unfamiliar Lower Moon Six did not display any overwhelming power or speed.

But its blood demon magic is truly bizarre.

Even against Kyokkai, Kiyokawa Izumi wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

Even if Kyōkai were still Lower Moon Six, Kiyokawa Izumi wouldn't even flinch if a real fight broke out.

Because he knew what this person's Blood Demon Art was, Kiyokawa Izumi, who had clear information, was confident that he could win.

But reality is cruel.

But he just happened to run into Tong Nu.

They suffered losses as soon as they met.

Testing someone's capabilities always comes at a price.

It was as if endless darkness had covered his eyes.

Everything was pitch black.

It wasn't until this moment that Kiyokawa Izumi realized what was happening.

The other party's abilities were related to their eyes from beginning to end.

It's less about poison and more about deprivation of sight.

It goes without saying how important the emasculated Sharingan was to Kiyokawa Izumi.

Less than ten minutes into the game, their most powerful trump card was rendered useless.

They directly and forcibly blinded him, rendering his Sharingan useless.

This ability is too much of a disadvantage for Kiyokawa Izumi—he doesn't have a special sense of smell or exceptional hearing.

With his ability to write treatises crippled, how much of his strength remains?

The usually calm Kiyokawa Izumi was genuinely flustered at this moment.

These eyes have been with him since the final selection, and they are one of his key assets in facing everything.

His sword-wielding movements became frantic. The rain poured down harder and the wind howled, but he couldn't see anything, or even know what the evil spirit was doing or where it was.

Long-lost feelings of palpitations and panic reappeared.

I can't see anything, I can't see anything at all!

He did bring some poison prepared by Shinobu Kocho before he left, but not much—he just soaked his Nichirin Blade in it.

Against the waning crest, this amount of poison is not fatal!

Unless a large amount of poison is injected at once, but he is not Shinobu Kocho and does not have a special Nichirin Blade, he cannot prepare it on the spot.

No matter how much preparation you do, it never feels like enough, and then the unexpected happens so suddenly.

"Should we give up just because we don't have the Sharingan?"

"Then my own determination is utterly ridiculous."

If you can't see, then listen; then smell.

Isn't the Dark Breathing technique you created the most suitable breathing method for nighttime battles?

This should have been his home turf!

The sound of wind and rain follows a pattern; the sound of raindrops the size of beans falling on people, evil spirits, and muddy ground is different.

The battle is not over as long as one can still grip the Nichirin Blade.

It's too early to give up while you're still breathing.

breathe!

Never forget to breathe!

Rain has become an extended tentacle, striking all things and forming a three-dimensional image in the mind.

"Second Form: Intermittent Flash - Multi-Symphony!"

The wind whipped up by the swing of the blade stirred up the rain curtain, and the footsteps rolled over the mud. The image of the evil spirit seemed to appear in his mind, unseen yet perceptible.

She turned and crossed the distance of less than ten meters. The girl with pupils was still recovering from the injuries that Qingchuan Quan had left behind. Her arm was recovering little by little, and the golden pupils with the characters "Xia Liu" engraved on them had moved to the center of her brow.

It takes time to break down toxins and time to heal injuries.

At this moment, as if carrying an indomitable momentum, Kiyokawa Izumi had already arrived in front of her.

Amidst the wind and rain, he silently wielded his sword.

When there is no way out, the Nichirin Blade in one's hand is the only thing that can be relied upon.

"The First Type: Night Raven's Shadow!"

Just then, a deafening clap of thunder shattered the clouds.

Kiyokawa Izumi, gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, had a slightly ferocious expression. With a silent roar, he unleashed the Nichirin Blade.

The demon's pupil between its brows suddenly contracted, and a dozen or so white eyeballs appeared on its pale neck.

The sharp Nichirin Blade swung swiftly, but Kiyokawa Izumi showed no excitement on his face. Realizing that something was wrong, he quickly created distance.

His positioning was absolutely correct; even if he couldn't see it, he was confident that this strike would sever the neck of the evil spirit.

Why didn't you manage to kill him?

Deprived of his sight, he couldn't see at all—the eyeballs that had appeared on his neck were now pushing up the demon's head.