Chapter 323: The Demon's Natural Enemy, Sand Crocodile!

Chapter 323: The Demon's Natural Enemy, Sand Crocodile!

On this day, Muzan Kibutsuji once again recalled the bone-deep Fear that Yoriichi Tsugikuni had brought him back then.

The slightly rough, warm palm on his neck caused the unease in the heart of this 'Demon Progenitor' to rapidly spread throughout his entire body like bone-chilling Cold Air.

That Shockwave just now was Muzan's ultimate Ability.

He had originally thought he could use that mental Impact, strong enough to cause Chaos, spasms, and even Brain Death in the human nervous system, to deal with this Monster whose body had turned into sand.

But the Effect was merely allowing him to escape for less than ten seconds!

Too Strong, this Monster was simply too Strong. Even if Yoriichi Tsugikuni were resurrected, he couldn't possibly possess this kind of strength, especially since he himself was much Stronger now than back then.

Run!

He had to find a way to escape!

As for whether the World Government occupied Japan or not, did it have anything to do with him, Muzan? Not a single cent!

Thinking of this.

Muzan decisively made up his mind, cutting off his own neck with his whip-like arm without hesitation. Then, abandoning his head, he relied on his familiarity with the Inside the Infinity Castle, controlling his body to desperately flee towards the right, while rapidly regenerating a new head in the process.

[Snap!]

Just then, a crisp snap of fingers came from behind him.

"Sandstorm~"

Crocodile, Un hurried, uttered a word.

The next moment, a Sandstorm tornado generated out of thin air, blowing away the astonished and angry Muzan. Then, he took large strides and slowly walked over, his Black Justice Coat swaying in the Sandstorm.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I heard that besides Sunlight, there's nothing in this World that can kill you. I'm very interested in that. Next, you need to accompany me for an Experiment..."

As soon as Crocodile finished speaking, the Wind Speed of the Sandstorm tornado surged. The Sand within it even condensed into sharp Sand Blades.

"Ahhhhhh—"

In an instant, Muzan Kibutsuji was like being thrown into a pencil sharpener. Amidst his mournful scream, his entire being was cut into large and small pieces of Flesh and Blood. A large amount of blood spurted out, then was scattered by the tornado.

Clearly.

Although he could Self-Heal, the Pain still existed.

When the Sandstorm dissipated, under Crocodile's deliberate control, most of the Flesh and Blood landed neatly on the ground.

But just as he was waiting to see Muzan's regeneration performance, the larger pieces of Flesh and Blood actually grew tender white little hands like a baby's and a pair of eyes. Then, right in front of him, they continued to flee in all directions.

This scene left Crocodile stunned, and then he tilted his head back and burst into wild laughter.

"Ha—Ha—Ha—Ha—"

"Muzan Kibutsuji, you've truly brought your Flesh and Blood Ability Development to its Limit. On this point, I, Crocodile, admit you are a Powerhouse!"

After speaking, he stopped his gasping laughter, lowered his flat eyes, and sneered, "But without my permission, you're not going anywhere~~"

As he spoke, the vast Sandstorm Inside the Infinity Castle became even more restless. In an instant, the scattered Muzan Meat chunks were swept up by surging Sandstorms and gathered once again in the air before him.

Helplessly, Muzan could only gather all the Meat chunks and transform back into his previous human form.

At this moment, the expression of this 'Demon Progenitor' was extremely pale. Having used all his means yet still ending up with this result, it made him feel incredibly helpless, nervousness, and uneasy.

"Alright, I accept my fate. You, no, you all... what are you planning to do with me?"

"What those people want to do with you is none of my business. Right now, I just want to see the limit of your Self-Healing Ability~"

After speaking, Crocodile snapped his fingers again. Instantly, the Sandstorm restraining Muzan began to rotate at high speed again, and it was even faster than before.

This time, Muzan couldn't even let out a scream. He was like a tomato thrown into a juicer, turning into a mass of scarlet blood and Flesh juice in just a few seconds.

Looking at such an extremely cruel screen feed, Crocodile grinned, exhaling thick smoke from the Cigar in his hand.

A moment later.

The Sandstorm slowly subsided, with only a little Sandstorm still dragging the mass of blood water.

"Come on, regenerate one for me to see, Muzan Kibutsuji..."

As expected, Muzan did not disappoint him. The blood water began to move, rapidly growing bones, nerves, muscle, skin, hair, and facial features. In about half a minute, he reappeared completely unharmed before his eyes.

"It's useless. Besides Sunlight, nothing can kill me. It will be the same even if you try hundreds more times!"

"I am willing to join you. Believe me, I will definitely be helpful to your World Government!"

Muzan nervously offered his services. The matter he feared most now was that the Monster before him would take him to the Surface to bask in the Sun.

But Crocodile had no interest in this. Instead, he bit on his Cigar, rubbing his chin in thought, while constantly observing Muzan with both eyes.

"I probably have an idea, but your value is indeed not small. However, it seems there's more than just one Demon here..."

The next moment, he transformed into yellow sand and dissipated from his spot.

Despite this, Muzan had no intention of fleeing. Look at the Sandstorm filling the entire Infinity Castle; it was clear this was already the opponent's Domain.

He was worried that running again would anger Crocodile.

In other words, he had accepted his fate!

On the other side, the 'Eleven Demon Moons' were gathered together, jointly resisting the continuously encroaching Sandstorm. However, this vast Sandstorm was inherently lifeless. No matter how they used various Blood Demon Arts to disperse it, it had little effect.

Right, the Cold Air released by Douma could freeze some of the Sand or create Ice Walls to block the Sandstorm.

In this regard, its role was clearly much greater than Kokushibo's.

"Hold on a little longer, Lord Muzan will definitely be able to resolve this!"

'Upper Rank Three's' Akaza tirelessly swung his arms and legs, which had turned into Afterimages, continuously unleashing various Boxing and leg wind attacks.

His confidence came from the 'Twelve-Cornered Snowflake Array' beneath his feet, which allowed him to clearly perceive that Muzan's aura was still intact.

As for hearing and sight, they had long been 'sealed' by the wind and sand...

However, in Akaza's view, as long as Muzan couldn't be killed, the final victory would definitely belong to Muzan.

[Whoosh la la la]

Just then, a mass of yellow sand suddenly appeared in the middle of the group of Demons. Instantly, the Expressions of the 'Eleven Demon Moons' changed drastically, because none of them had noticed when it entered.

However, this yellow sand appeared suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly. Only Kokushibo was swallowed by it, and then, accompanied by the Sandstorm, disappeared without a trace.

During this time, the other Demons didn't even have time to launch an attack, which left their movements frozen in place.

What the hell?

What just happened?

Meanwhile, Crocodile returned to Muzan Kibutsuji's presence with Kokushibo.

Kokushibo was desperately struggling, frantically using 'Kokushibo's Katana' in his hand to unleash various Swordsmanship techniques fused with Moon Breathing and Blood Demon Arts.

Although he cut out openings formed by the yellow sand, the damage caused was zero. This made Muzan's eyelids twitch.

"Your Demons' Self-Healing Ability should come from blood or cells, right?"

Crocodile sneered.

Immediately after, his left palm, which was gripping Kokushibo's neck, activated another Ability of the Logia System Sand-Sand Fruit, Moisture Absorption!

"Wha... what..."

Muzan Kibutsuji watched in horror as his strongest subordinate, 'Upper Rank One', rapidly dried up starting from his neck. In the blink of an eye, the muscular Man-Eating Demon turned into a dried corpse of skin and bones.

Ko... Kokushibo is dead!

Through his Bloodline perception, he could clearly feel that his connection with the other party had been severed.

"Indeed, as long as all the Moisture inside the body disappears, then whether it's blood or cells, they all become useless~"

That's right.

The Man-Eating Demon's Self-Healing Ability was not some kind of rule-based strength, but originated from the Substance of cells.

Seeing his speculation confirmed, Crocodile seemed very happy, tilting his head back and laughing loudly.

He completely disregarded Muzan's utterly despairing Gaze. His body, terrified to the extreme, was even trembling violently, seemingly having escaped his absolute control.

"Ha—Ha—Ha—Ha—"

The extremely arrogant, extremely unbridled gasping laughter swept through the Infinity Castle, which was filled with yellow sand and Gale, causing all the Demons present to feel a chill in their hearts.

Because in this World, besides Sunlight, another strength capable of instantly killing them had appeared, and it was held in the hands of one person...

(End of this chapter)