Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

"What's this..."

The demon's pupils contracted and trembled violently, and the tearing sensation clinging to its claws seemed to be tearing its soul apart as well.

The severed wrist, with its writhing granulations, felt like it was being repeatedly gnawed by countless tiny, sharp teeth, emitting excruciating pain! It hadn't felt this way in many, many years.

It remembered its days as a thief, being tied up and whipped daily by the villagers, eating whatever it could find out when it was starving, and suffering night after night of excruciating abdominal pain... It remembered those times, the constant pain... and the helplessness it felt...

This fragile memory terrified it!

"Are you even human...? What are you?!"

call....

Feiniao exhaled a long breath, the cold air suddenly clearing his brain, which had been clouded by blood loss. The streams of blood flowing down his forehead formed ferocious lines like the sharp teeth of a wild beast, dripping onto his tattered clothes and the serrated blade.

He looked down at the serrated broadsword in his hand and muttered to himself, "Haduoyao... a name like a wild dog..."

The broadsword did not respond to him, but instead emitted a primal hunger, sending a faint warmth down the hilt into his palm, flowing through his veins and barely supporting his swaying body.

The wounds on his body were still burning and stinging, and the anger in Asuka's heart was growing stronger.

boom!

He shot out like a cannonball, stepping through the snow, and the surrounding snow exploded instantly because of his sudden force!

The evil spirit was startled; this kid's speed was many times faster than before!

It hurriedly raised its two twisted arms, which looked like bamboo poles, and subconsciously tried to defend itself by relying on its immortality. However, when it saw the unhealed cut on its wrist, it wavered and wondered if it would be better to simply dodge.

In that moment of hesitation, Asuka's serrated greatsword had already reached him!

Sizzle—!

With a tearing sound, the serrated greatsword slashed down, emitting a piercing howl like a pack of dogs fighting for food!

The heavy blade left a blurry gray-black afterimage as it forcefully slashed at the demon's crossed arms in defense!

Tear—! Sharp serrations, like the fangs of a vicious dog, sank deep into the demon's flesh!

In that instant, the bird could clearly feel the strange sensation of the blade cutting through flesh and crushing bones.

Where the blade passed, the flesh was not cut smoothly, but rather jagged and torn apart as if violently ripped and shredded!

The demon's tough claws and strong bones, capable of tearing through bear skin, snapped as easily as rotten wood the moment they came into contact with the blade! Both arms were cleaved in half and hung limply down.

If the evil spirit hadn't reacted quickly at the last moment and taken a step back, its entire arm would probably have been sliced ​​off!

"Ughh ...

As the demon retreated, it let out a heart-wrenching scream, a hundred times more agonizing than ever before.

While the physical pain was bearable, the constant gnawing sensation on its wounds was effectively draining its blood and energy, causing its once-proud regenerative abilities to decline and even fail!

No, this kid isn't human! We have to run!

The demon had lost its will to fight and began to try to turn and flee, but the bird had no intention of letting it go.

He endured the dizziness and discomfort caused by blood loss, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and once again brought down the heavy serrated broadsword!

"Roar!" This relentless, all-or-nothing stance ignited the demon's final ferocity.

It twisted backward sharply, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

The serrated broadsword, accompanied by a whistling wind, grazed its skin, leaving several deep, bone-revealing bloodstains on its twisted face!

It recklessly used its drooping, severed arm as two twisted iron whips, lashing it fiercely at the bird's body! At the same time, it opened its blood-red maw and lunged straight at the bird's neck!

"Go to hell!"

The only response to the demon was the cold, low growl of a bird.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, countless dazzling black lights erupted from the blade of the raccoon!

That was the spiritual pressure originating from the bird itself. Under his extremely angry, all-out swing of the sword, it unconsciously resonated with the serrated sword in his hand, roaring as it broke free of his body!

Spiritual pressure, or spiritual pressure, is a primal force originating from the essence of the soul that exists within every person and every living being. The strength of this force varies depending on the density of spiritual energy within the body.

The reason Asuka was able to sense the aura of the demon was because of the spiritual pressure emanating from the demon, which was different from that of ordinary people.

Several spiritual pressure slashes with irregular serrations shot out from the blades like hungry dogs fighting for food! They were disorderly, frenzied, and violent, pressing against each other and even colliding violently, carrying wind pressure that tore everything apart, rushing towards the demon that was within arm's reach!

Puff puff puff puff—!

A series of rapid tearing sounds rang out!

The demon's chest, legs, and abdomen were instantly torn apart by these ferocious "hungry dogs," leaving a trail of blood and flesh!

Large chunks of flesh were shredded by the violent spiritual pressure hurricane, and twisted flesh was torn open and lifted up to reveal the stark white bones!

"Damn it! Get away! Get away from me!!"

The demon's entire body was cleaved away by the blade, crashing heavily into a huge ancient tree. It coughed up blood and desperately used its broken arm to beat against the increasingly intense biting sensation on its body!

Feiniao, leaning on his knife, limped over, panting heavily.

He could barely see the road anymore; his vision was blurry and then black.

But he didn't stop; it was almost an instinct of rage that was dragging him along, making him slowly walk toward the demon like a god of death.

"No...don't come any closer..."

The demon's body was no longer able to move; the energy in its flesh and blood could not be mobilized at all, and its wounds could no longer heal.

It let out a terrified and desperate plea for mercy, hoping to awaken even a sliver of compassion in the human boy before it, to try and get him to let it go... or to launch a final counterattack while he was off guard!

The bird walked up to it without responding, its cold gaze devoid of any pity.

He raised the heavy raccoon sword high, its serrated blade reflecting an ominous, cold light in the moonlight of the dense forest.

He mustered the last bit of strength in his body, along with the meager, scalding life energy that had been stolen from the evil spirits, and poured it all into the blade.

"it's over."

The birdsong was cold and weary.

Whoosh—!

After a dizzying spin, the demon's terrified eyes saw its own headless body and the trembling back of a boy who was about to fall.

"Heh...heh..." It opened its mouth in vain, and the light in its eyes quickly dimmed.

It tried to struggle, tried to cry out, but couldn't make a sound.

Under the bird's final strike, its life force was like a flood that had been released, never to be restored.

hiss....

This continued for a few seconds, and then, under the watchful gaze of the bird, the demon's body began to gradually wither, even emitting hissing black smoke as if it were spontaneously combusting.

A stench wafted over, and the demon's body began to turn into countless tiny, grayish-black specks of light, along with its filthy and ugly head, turning to ashes.

All that remained was a patch of snow soaked in filth and blood.

The wind and snow continued, and silence returned once more.

boom!

The bird could no longer hold on and fell backward to the ground, quietly feeling the life force draining from its body.

You won... ya...

He didn't know what had just happened to him, but such severe injuries were unlikely to heal on their own... He might really be going to die...

As he fell, the heavy, serrated greatsword let out a low groan. The serrations on the blade gradually disappeared as the light faded, and it returned to its original rusty, unremarkable, broken shape, lying quietly beside the bird.

His body temperature was rapidly decreasing, and the melted snow mixed with blood soaked through his thin clothes.

The biting cold penetrated to the bone marrow, and vision was completely swallowed by darkness.

The bird's last conscious thought was of the old man's stern face as he handed her hot porridge, and a vague idea:

"Oh well... at least I avenged the old man..."

The wind and snow howled as they fell, trying to bury the devastating battlefield and the frail figure that had fallen.

A moment later, several young men dressed in dark uniforms with the word "Extinction" on their backs appeared at the edge of the dense forest.

They followed a loudly cawing black crow, running swiftly across the snow, seemingly searching for something.

When they saw the snow-covered ground splattered with blood and filled with a strong ghostly aura, they were all stunned.

Vast expanses of crimson, jagged tear marks on tree trunks, and the lingering, burnt smell of a demon being slain!

And that boy, barely breathing, lying in a pool of blood.

"What a brutal battle..."