Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

After hitting Yuko, the group did not stop.

If we let our guard down after cutting off the demon's arm, victory would be far too easy.

Obanai Iguro stepped forward and said casually, "This is a thank-you gift for you."

As Yu Zi dodged, a smirk appeared on her lips: "I didn't realize you were so vengeful."

Obanai Iguro's face darkened as Sanemi Shinazugawa's slashes followed one after another.

"Who's holding a grudge here?" Shinazugawa Sanemi said viciously.

This woman was jumping around a lot from the very beginning.

He was clearly thinking about making up, but it turned out he was completely played.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Yu Zi nodded perfunctorily, and when she raised her hand, her severed arm had already healed completely.

"So fast." Obanai Iguro was somewhat surprised.

As expected of a demon capable of causing such destructive power, its recovery speed is probably among the best in the Upper Moons.

Obanai Iguro couldn't help but recall the streets of Yukaku that looked like they had been struck by a natural disaster.

At least, that regeneration speed was on a completely different level from the Lower Moon he had killed before.

Why not wind up the top?

Because he hasn't had the chance to match up with the upper string yet.

Just as Obanai Iguro was slightly lost in thought, a sharp shout came from beside him.

"Iguro! Behind you!"

It was Yuzui's voice.

Obanai Iguro was momentarily stunned, almost thinking that Ikuko had disappeared from his sight.

However, others wouldn't lie to him.

That means there really is something behind you.

Moreover, his serpentine instincts were constantly stimulating his nerves.

There's something behind me.

Obanai Iguro originally wanted to roll down, but when she thought of what Ikuko had done before, she subconsciously paused.

Damn it, it's too late.

Obanai Iguro realized he had made a foolish mistake. He turned around to look behind him, trying to see what had attacked him.

boom!

A burst of orange flames exploded behind him, revealing Tanjiro's figure.

Obanai Iguro also saw what attacked him and put up a tenacious resistance against Tanjiro's Nichirin Blade, a very resilient... thread.

It was a line of blood radiating a scarlet hue.

"What is that?" Shinazugawa Sanemi asked, voicing his doubts.

"Miss Yuko's Blood Demon Art," Tanjiro replied, sweating profusely. Why couldn't he cut through it?

Even breathing for days on end cannot be stopped...

Is the only way to dodge this thing?

Tanjiro knew that this was probably because Ikuko had overcome sunlight, so the Sun Breathing technique was no longer effective against demons.

In front of Yuko, the Sun Breathing technique was not much stronger than other breathing techniques.

Upon hearing Tanjiro's answer, Obanai Iguro noticed that their surroundings were now covered with a dense layer of blood.

Fortunately, this thing doesn't look disgusting, otherwise my trypophobia would probably kick in.

"Be careful! Ice will form wherever that thing floats by," Tanjiro warned again.

As the dense lines of blood gradually closed in, the group had no choice but to swing their Nichirin Blades and slash.

Tanjiro defended against the attacks of the bloodline while observing the situation of everyone else.

"As expected, no one can split it open." Tanjiro thought frantically.

As the blood trails through the air, layers of frost have already formed on the ground along its path.

Tanjiro quickly looked around, but there was almost nowhere to hide; they had all been forced together by the blood lines.

Wouldn't the whole army be wiped out if things continued like this?

Tanjiro searched desperately for Ikuko's figure, only to find that she was standing still in the same spot.

But...

Yuko slowly raised the Nichirin Blade, ran her palm across the tip of the blade, and a streak of blood quickly covered the blade, turning it dark red.

Tanjiro felt a bad premonition.

"Snow Breathing..."

Yu Zi's cold voice rang out like a death knell.

At this moment, however, Tanjiro did not want to hear that voice.

Seeing Yuko raise her hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, think of something quick!" Yuzui Tengen's anxious voice came from behind.

"What on earth is this thing?" Shinazugawa Sanemi was clearly annoyed.

He could understand if he were killed with a single blow.

What do these lines mean? They are impossible to cut, and the stray blood lines have already left tiny wounds on his body.

"Wow~" Kanroji Mitsuri cried out, frantically trying to defend herself against the attacks.

"Snow Breathing - Pick-up Form - Shining Moon Under the Snow - Modified".

Yu Ziping raised his Nichirin Blade and swept it horizontally.

A crescent-shaped crescent of blood, even larger than before, erupted from the blade and swept towards the group, seemingly intent on cleaving them in two.

In such a critical moment, no one would think about training at all; their brains either shut down or worked frantically.

How exactly can I avoid this attack?

The surroundings, including the sky, were covered in blood lines, and they had no way to deal with them, leaving them with absolutely no room to dodge.

Breathing techniques and sword techniques were useless; no matter how I slashed, the health bars seemed to never break.

The crimson crescent moon, drawing ever closer, was reflected in Shinazugawa Sanemi's eyes, making him feel as if he had thorns in his back.

This is a life-or-death crisis.

A blood-red pattern gradually appeared on his face, forming a windmill shape.

It's unclear whether it was the enhancement from the markings, but as he unleashed his seemingly reckless slashes, blood vessels snapped off one by one.

"Get out of the way!" Shinazugawa Sanemi's eyes suddenly lit up, a glimmer of light rising within them, and as he shouted, he dodged around him.

Tanjiro and the others also discovered that the originally indestructible bloodline suddenly snapped in unison.

Without even thinking about how it broke, he kicked off and leaped away.

Yu Zi's arm seemed to have deviated slightly, causing the group to narrowly avoid the wide crescent-shaped attack by landing on the ground.

"Whoo~"

The group collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Before they could catch their breath, they got up without stopping.

The blood streaks in mid-air reconnected one by one, restoring everything to its original state.

As everyone felt a chill run down their spines, they also noticed the strange markings on each other's faces.

Under the high-pressure environment just now, they all actually activated their so-called markings.

Could it be that……

Realizing this, everyone turned their gaze toward Yuko.

“No, my Blood Demon Art is not indestructible, it’s just that my regeneration speed exceeds the frequency of your attacks.” Yuko understood what everyone meant and explained, “After you activated your markings and your physical abilities were enhanced, my regeneration speed became somewhat inadequate.”

"So, this time you escaped from a desperate situation on your own."