Facing this world-destroying ultimate strike, Yamada stopped in his tracks. He slowly returned the Kusanagi Sword to its scabbard.
"I originally wanted to spend more time playing with you guys.."
Yamada looked up, and in those crimson Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan, a coldness that disregarded all living beings emerged.
"Since you're so eager to seek death, I'll fulfill your wish. Witness what true divine power looks like."
Boom!!!
As Yamada's voice fell, a profound destructive aura erupted from his body. The quality of this Chakra was so terrifying that the surrounding space visibly distorted.
The incoming slashes, punches, and poisonous whips were all shattered amidst a piercing sound of friction the moment they touched this purple Chakra.
"This move again, is his energy infinite?!"
Muzan's eyes widened, his charging footsteps coming to a dead stop halfway.
In his horrified gaze, that purple Chakra began to rapidly outline and condense in mid-air.
First came ribs like towering pillars, followed by interwoven muscle fibers, thick limbs, and the heavy armor covering its entire body.
A purple construct, hundreds of meters tall with massive wings on its back, rose abruptly from the wilderness.
Perfect Susanoo!
Its body, blocking out the sun, reached straight into the clouds, like an insurmountable mountain.
The moment its wings spread, the terrifying hurricane it generated blew away all the clouds within a radius of several kilometers, revealing the waning moon hanging high above.
Yamada stood with his hands behind his back inside the diamond-shaped crystal at the center of Susanoo's forehead, looking down at the three demons on the ground who looked like ants.
The long sword in Kokushibo's hand clattered to the ground.
He looked up at the purple Susanoo that towered over him, and his heart, which had been as firm as a rock for four hundred years, collapsed at this moment.
What kind of sword technique is this?
No, this is not mortal power at all. This is divine punishment in the true sense.
Akaza's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground. The Destructive Death: Compass Needle he was so proud of became a complete joke when faced with a monster of this size and mass.
You can sense a mountain crushing down on you, but can you dodge it?
"Are you kidding me?! This is not a Breathing Style at all!!!"
Muzan looked at the purple giant, trembling uncontrollably. Every cell in his body was screaming frantically, urging him to run away.
Back then, when facing Yoriichi, what he felt was a sharp edge and the fear of death.
But now, facing this Susanoo, he felt a sense of powerlessness, as if the meaning of his existence had been completely erased.
"A thousand years of life, truly lived in vain."
Yamada's voice resonated through the Susanoo, echoing across the entire wilderness.
The thick right arm of the Perfect Susanoo slowly lifted, and its slender palm clenched abruptly in the void.
Clang!
A purple greatsword of Chakra, one hundred meters long, condensed and formed in its hand.
"It's over." Yamada's eyes narrowed.
Susanoo gripped the hilt of the greatsword with both hands and slashed down from above at the ground in front.
Swoosh!!!
The moment the blade touched the ground, a crescent-shaped purple slash swept across the surface, destroying everything in its path.
Rumble!!!
Wherever the slash passed, rock layers shattered and soil churned.
Muzan, Kokushibo, and Akaza, who bore the brunt of the attack, didn't even have time to react.
Their bodies seemed incredibly tiny in the face of this unstoppable attack.
Kokushibo's body was instantly torn into countless pieces, and Akaza's body, which he was so proud of, was vaporized by more than half on the spot.
Muzan desperately stimulated his recovery ability, trying to split himself into countless pieces of flesh to escape, but the high temperature and shock generated by the slash crushed most of the flesh he had split off into pulp.
The remaining power of the slash did not diminish, continuing to ravage the distant land.
Far away, several kilometers away, the Hashira, who were leading ordinary members to clear out lower-level demons, suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet shake violently, as if a magnitude-10 earthquake had occurred.
Everyone turned their heads in horror, looking toward the direction of the main battlefield.
After just one look, everyone's brains entered a long state of being stunned.
On the distant horizon, that towering mountain range that had originally stretched across the end of the wilderness for more than ten kilometers, was gone. In its place was a bottomless, terrifying canyon spanning the land.
Underground water veins were severed and were gushing out from the fault of the cliff, forming a newly born waterfall.
One sword strike split the earth and leveled the mountains. It rewrote the topographical map of this region of Japan.
Sanemi didn't even notice that the nichirin blade in his hand had fallen to the ground.
At the center of the battlefield, the dust filling the sky gradually dissipated.
The originally flat wilderness had now been completely plowed over.
On the edge of the huge trench, three pools of broken, rotten flesh were struggling to squirm.
The vitality of high-ranking demons was shockingly tenacious. Even after suffering such a world-destroying blow, Kokushibo's remaining half-head, one of Akaza's hands, and that pile of Muzan's flesh like rotten mud were still trying to aggregate and regenerate.
"Not dead yet?"
Yamada looked at the disgusting flesh below, his brows slightly raised.
"Fair enough. It's difficult to completely eradicate this kind of cellular-level self-healing ability with pure physical attacks."
The greatsword in the Susanoo's hand dispersed. It lifted its left arm, and a giant longbow condensed from Lightning Chakra formed in its left hand.
Its right hand pulled the bowstring to the full. A ball of pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air on the bowstring.
This black flame, representing destruction, was rapidly elongated and shaped under the control of Kagutsuchi, eventually turning into a pure black flame arrow tens of meters long.
The pitch-black flame arrow emitted a terrifying high temperature that could burn through even space itself.
Kokushibo's only remaining eyeball stared fixedly at the black flame arrow resting on the bowstring, and a sense of absolute despair rose in his heart. He knew that once touched by that black fire, it would never be extinguished.
Muzan's flesh frantically burrowed into the ground, trying to escape this place of certain death.
"Ridiculous struggle."
Yamada released the bowstring.
Twang!
The black flame arrow turned into a pitch-black meteor, and slammed into the center of those squirming pools of flesh.
Boom!!!
Within a short second or two, the scorched earth for several kilometers around turned into a hell burning with black fire.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
A scream, reaching the extreme of misery, came from deep within the black flames.
This time, whether it was Kokushibo's mutilated head, Akaza's severed limbs, or the flesh Muzan had desperately split off, the moment they touched the Amaterasu fire, all regenerative abilities were completely frozen.
The demon cells became the highest-quality fuel for the black flames.
The sins committed over the past thousand years faced their coldest reckoning at this moment.
The screams grew weaker and weaker.