"A graveyard? You are certainly confident in your turtle shell."
Standing on the palm of the Susanoo, Yamada's pitch-black pupils instantly transformed into the scarlet Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
His voice, laced with massive Chakra, drowned out Muzan's broadcast, causing the entire Infinity Castle to hum.
"You trash, who has been cowering in a sewer for a thousand years, are only fit for tricks like locking people in a cage."
Yamada raised his right hand, blue lightning dancing crazily in his palm, emitting the ear-piercing sound of a thousand birds chirping.
"But you seem to have made a mistake. You didn't lock us in a cage, you locked yourself in with a group of monsters."
Lightning Release: Lightning Flash!
Boom!!!
Hundreds of high-pressure lightning bolts, radiated from Yamada as the center, sweeping wildly along the intricate wooden stairs and corridors.
The hundreds of demons at the very front didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to charred ash floating in the sky under the violent lightning strike.
The blinding lightning illuminated the dark corners of the Infinity Castle as bright as day.
Seeing this, the Hashira, who had been somewhat tense, felt their blood boil instantly.
"Hmph! Yamada-san is right! This is not our graveyard, but the final hunting ground to slay Muzan!"
Kyojuro roared, the flame Slayer Mark on his left forehead instantly igniting, "Everyone! Kill all the demons! Do not let Yamada-san fight alone!"
"Just what I wanted! I'm going to tear this broken castle down!" Sanemi laughed wildly as he rushed into the horde of demons, his cyan wind blades ravaging like a meat grinder.
Clang!
Just as everyone was preparing to slaughter them, the high-pitched sound of the biwa rang out again.
Nakime plucked the strings.
She had received a death order from Muzan: she must separate these troublesome Hashira, using the terrain and the Upper Ranks to take them down one by one.
Rumble!
The space of the Infinity Castle began to fold and twist violently. The stairs that were originally connected instantly broke, and the wooden walls flipped.
The ground beneath Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyu, and the others disappeared instantly, and they were forcibly teleported to various unknown areas within the castle.
"Spatial Blood Demon Art, huh."
Yamada looked at the twisted vision before him and snorted coldly.
He felt a spatial pulling force trying to forcibly separate him from Shinobu, Tanjiro, and the others beside him.
If it were his old Mangekyo, this large-scale spatial displacement might have been tricky to deal with. But now, possessing the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan and the foundation of Yin-Yang Release, as long as he didn't want to leave, this level of spatial technique couldn't move him at all.
"Tanjiro, take the two of them and follow the scent to regroup with the Hashira."
Yamada kicked the three of them toward a sliding door that was about to close, while his left hand held onto Shinobu's wrist tightly.
"As for you, don't even think about snatching anyone from my hands."
The hexagram in the depths of Yamada's eyes spun crazily, and massive Chakra forcibly anchored a coordinate in the twisted space.
Accompanied by a strong sense of dizziness, the space before them closed completely.
When his vision cleared again, Yamada and Shinobu had landed in a spacious room. The temperature here was shockingly low, and tiny ice crystals were even floating in the air.
In the very center of the room, there was a huge indoor lotus pond.
"Ara, Nakime is truly thoughtful, sending me such beautiful guests."
A frivolous voice sounded from the center of the lotus pond.
The moment Shinobu heard this voice, her pupils contracted sharply. Her blood seemed to flow backward at this moment, and the bone-deep hatred made her fingers gripping the hilt of her sword tremble from excessive force.
On the ice throne in the lotus pond, a man with long white hair and a head that looked like it had been splashed with fresh blood was shaking a golden iron fan, looking at them with a smile in his colorful eyes.
Upper Rank Two, Doma.
"I recognize this Haori. A female swordsman who used Flower Breathing also wore it before. Her scent is nostalgic." Doma tapped his chin with his fan, sighing with feigned distress.
"It's a pity that it was dawn at the time, and I couldn't eat her. It was such a shame."
"You... you damn monster!!!"
Shinobu's sanity snapped the moment she heard this, and the Demon Slayer Mark on her neck ignited instantly. She drew her short blade, desperately wanting to rush up and fight to the death.
But a hand pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her firmly in place.
"Calm down."
Yamada pulled her behind him, his tone calm but filled with an irresistible majesty.
He raised his head, his deep black pupils gazing coldly at Doma sitting on the ice throne.
"The life of this fan-wielding freak, I've said it before, is mine."
Yamada backhanded his Kusanagi Sword, which was wrapped in lightning patterns, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
"Didn't you just say it was a pity you weren't full?"
A cruel, cold smile tugged at the corner of Yamada's lips.
"Today, I'll treat you to a hotpot that can burn even your soul."
On the ice throne in the center of the Lotus Pond, the smile on Doma's face remained as fixed as a perfect mask. He looked at Shinobu, who was protected behind Yamada, his rainbow-colored eyes flickering with pure curiosity and playfulness.
"What a domineering protector of flowers you are."
Doma flicked his wrist, unfolding a golden iron fan at his fingertips to cover half of his face. "However, in such an enclosed space, human lungs are very fragile."
He lightly waved his fan.
Blood Demon Art: Frozen Lotus!
Fine, dust-like ice crystals followed the movement of the fan's ribs, spreading through the room like a hazy morning mist.
These ice crystals were beautiful yet lethal. Inhaling even a tiny amount could instantly freeze and tear apart human alveoli.
Shinobu subconsciously held her breath, preparing to cover her nose and mouth with her Haori.
Yamada, standing in front of her, didn't even look at the drifting ice mist, his chest merely swelled slightly.
Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!
Blazing red flames erupted from his mouth.
This fireball, several meters in diameter and carrying heat capable of incinerating everything, crashed directly into the aesthetic ice mist.
Sizzle—
The sharp sound of water vapor evaporating rang out.
The ice crystals, capable of freezing internal organs, were completely vaporized the moment they touched the fireball. The temperature in the ice chamber shot up, and the once crystal-clear Lotus Pond even began to melt and drip.
The smile on Doma's face stiffened for a moment.
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