The Plunder of Everything

Rokuro wasn't caught off guard by Asuka's blade, but he was still struck.

He stared in shock at his blurred body, which had been affected by the Blood Demon Art: Mirage, and the severed arm that was bleeding profusely and was difficult to heal. His face changed drastically, and his yellow pupils shrank to almost nothing!

"What is this??"

The Mirage is not completely immune to physical attacks. Instead, it uses optical reactions created by the energy of flesh and blood, combined with extreme distortion of the body, to prevent the opposing swordsman from identifying its true core. The Nichirin Blade can never strike its true self!

But now, fine gray-black fluctuations are churning on the surface of the wound, constantly gnawing at the flesh and blood of the wheel, making his soul feel numb.

For so many years, he's been the only one who eats people. When has he ever experienced this kind of chilling feeling?!

At the same time, Asuka's complexion became increasingly rosy.

Even though his breathing rhythm was disrupted due to the Shikai, his sense of power became even more abundant.

He could feel streams of pure and powerful life force flowing from the raccoon in his hand into his body, nourishing every meridian and bone.

This power was cold and dim, yet extremely potent.

In other words, he was eating ghosts.

"...Is this your power? Steal?" Asuka whispered to her inner self, quietly feeling the feedback from this power.

The leopard could not speak, but it continuously emitted a humming sound as its blade vibrated, releasing its inner fighting spirit.

"Not enough, huh... I understand..."

Asuka crouched down, sword in hand, and charged at Rokuro once more with a burst of speed!

Instead of using the fixed Breath of Wind sword form, he let the surging power with nowhere to go, along with the wind pressure, tear everything apart!

"court death!"

Lulu was filled with shock and anger. He suddenly spread his remaining left hand out wide, and thick darkness instantly spread out from beneath his feet!

"Blood Demon Art: Abyss!"

In an instant, the ground beneath the bird's feet suddenly became sticky and soft, as if it had turned into a mud pit.

Countless dark, ghostly arms reached out from within, wrapping around his legs, attempting to drag him into a lightless hell.

At the same time, the figure of the Rokuro became blurred in the darkness, and several identical Rokuro emerged from different shadowy corners. The aura of each one was so similar that it was impossible to distinguish them!

This is precisely the fighting style that Rokuro excels at:

Using shadows to create traps, illusions, and clones, they confuse, wear down, and ambush their enemies, never engaging in direct confrontation.

His timidity and caution were ingrained in his bones, stemming from his cowardly self in human times, who would only cower in the shadows and tremble.

Even after acquiring his master's blood and becoming the powerful Lower Moon, it remained the same.

The bird's momentum was halted slightly, but instead of trying to break free from the pulling ghost hands, he used the momentum of his downward strike to slam the raccoon into the mud at his feet!

Sizzle—!

The serrated blade slammed into the mud like a hot iron being plunged into water, instantly producing a hissing, steaming hiss!

The ghostly hands retracted as if they had been scorched, and a huge crack was blasted open in the mud pit itself, revealing the real floor below.

At the same time, the raccoon once again felt the satisfaction of being full, and the feedback gave the bird a boost of energy.

With his increasingly keen spiritual pressure perception, he quickly scanned the constantly flashing phantom clones around him, eventually fixing his target in one direction.

Rokuro's Blood Demon Art was incredibly powerful, indistinguishable to the naked eye and even from spiritual pressure, but he forgot one crucial point—

On his severed arm, there were still remnants of the crunching spiritual energy of the raccoon, something he could never imitate!

The bird, dragging its heavy raccoon sword, charged out of the mud and slashed towards the main body of the windlass!

"What?!" Rokuro's pupils trembled violently.

His mirage technique was seen through? Impossible! This is a Blood Demon Art that can even make a Pillar-level swordsman escape!

The windmill suddenly realized something and looked at its severed arm.

"Is it this thing? That kid locked onto this strange power?"

Tsk! He hurriedly manipulated his other clones to pounce on the bird, trying to disrupt his movements.

At the same time, the main body rapidly drifted backward, intending to merge into the deeper shadows.

puff!puff!

Asuka's sword effortlessly shattered the two illusory clones blocking her way. Although another clone's claws tore a deep, bone-revealing wound in her shoulder, she still did not change her forward momentum!

Blood splattered from the wound, dripping onto the blade of the raccoon's knife, only to be silently absorbed by its gray-black serrations, making the blade's gleam even more dangerously bright.

The bird that rushed to the windlass kept waving its claws and colliding with the windlass's ghostly claws!

During this time, Rokuro used his Blood Demon Art and powerful strength to continuously inflict damage on Asuka, but the opponent just wouldn't retreat!

The bird relentlessly pursued the Rokuro, engaging in close combat and inflicting several wounds of varying depths on its body. One of the wounds even nearly severed the Rokuro's neck!

He was fighting the windmill with his life, almost at the cost of his own life!

Rokuro panicked a little; he hadn't expected Asuka to have such a resolute fighting spirit.

"You mad dog! Why won't you back down!"

His illusions and traps were greatly diminished in effectiveness against the opponent's all-consuming greatsword, and even brought him negative effects!

He could feel that every time this brat struck, regardless of the depth or whether the wounds on his body were fatal, his life force would continuously drain away!

Meanwhile, the opponent fought even harder and stronger, clearly losing his edge to him!

This feeling of ebb and flow terrified him, making him feel constrained and unable to unleash even 70% of his full strength.

"Blood Demon Art: Thousand Shadows One Kill!"

The windmill whistled, and all the shadows inside the shrine seemed to come alive!

They transformed into countless jet-black chains, emitting a piercing sound as they shot towards the birds from all directions!

Lulu didn't want to continue the fight; he wanted to completely imprison and strangle this dangerous madman!

The dense shadow chains blocked all space for dodging, and the bird felt unprecedented pressure.

His hands gripped the hilt of the scabbard tightly, merging the violent spiritual pressure within his body with the strange demonic power he had just plundered, pouring it all into the blade of the scabbard without reservation!

The gray-black light on the blade surged instantly, and a wild, chilling aura spread outwards.

"...Bark, you raccoon!"

The bird screeched as it swept fiercely toward the densest part of the shadow chain ahead!

Om-! ! !

It wasn't just one strike, but dozens! Hundreds!

The dark gray spiritual pressure slash transformed into a pack of hungry, rabid dogs breaking free of their cages!

With a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, they shot out from the blades in a frenzy! They had no fixed trajectory, no unified goal; they simply lunged forward with a mad rage!

These slashes collided and tore at each other, creating chaotic and violent spiritual pressure turbulence in the air, emitting a piercing roar like a hundred dogs fighting for food!

*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!!!*

The ferocious barking slashes collided violently with the dense shadow chains!

The seemingly resilient chains snapped and crumbled under the frenzied attacks of the rabid dogs!

Although these uncontrollable spiritual pressure mad dogs were somewhat weakened and diminished in their fighting, their sheer number tore a huge gap in Rokuro's Blood Demon Art encirclement!

The remaining slashes transformed into a rampaging horde, continuing to wreak havoc and tearing the shrine's pillars, floors, and enshrined objects to shreds!

At the center of this slash, the Lower Moon demon named Rokuro naturally suffered the most severe damage!

"Ugh—!!!"

Although he tried his best to dodge, and even jumped into the air several times, these mad dogs seemed to be targeting him, relentlessly chasing and biting him!

The flesh and blood were rapidly disintegrating. If it weren't for that person's blood serving as the core energy source, the windlass would have already turned into a pile of rotten flesh!

Amidst prolonged screams and tearing, the winch crashed heavily to the ground.

He grotesquely got up, his body covered in wounds, even half of his head had been gnawed off!

Opposite him, Asuka was leaning on the raccoon sword, panting heavily, his wounds splattering blood, turning him into a blood-soaked figure!

Looking at the shattered features and terrified eyes of the windmill, Asuka smiled for the first time.

It just looks a bit eerie.

"Continue... the Lower Moon demon!"

"Your blood...tastes pretty good..."