This bloody and cruel statement made the two Demon Slayer Corps members' faces even paler, their stomachs churning.
But thinking of their families murdered by demons, endless grief and indignation instantly overwhelmed their fear.
The two exchanged glances, a look of grim determination flashing in their eyes.
They gripped their nichirin blades tightly, preparing for one last desperate fight!
Just as the Butcher Demon raised his cleaver, about to bring it down—
Screech—
An ear-splitting thunderclap tore through the night sky.
A bolt of blue-white lightning streaked from afar, moving at extreme speed, leaving a subtle yet dazzling arc of electricity in the air.
It covered hundreds of meters in an instant!
Before any of the humans or demons could react, the lightning precisely struck the Butcher Demon's fattest, most bulging belly.
Pfft!
It was a long spear completely condensed from raging thunder!
It pierced through the tough flesh and fat without any hindrance, completely impaling the massive Butcher Demon.
The tremendous impact sent it flying backward.
With a "thud," it was pinned firmly to the trunk of an ancient tree so massive it would take several people to encircle it!
"Ugh, ah, ah, ah—"
The Butcher Demon let out a roar mixed with pain and fury, struggling madly.
But the terrifying electrical arcs jumping on the thunder spear violently destroyed its flesh and tissue, and a powerful numbing force coursed through its entire body, causing its massive frame to convulse violently, making it difficult to break free.
This sudden and terrifying scene completely stunned the two Demon Slayer Corps members who had been preparing for death.
They stared blankly at the Butcher Demon, pinned to the tree and struggling futilely like a sacrificial animal, their minds blank.
Tap… tap… tap… Faint footsteps came from the dense forest nearby.
The two stiffly turned their heads, only to see a black-haired young man in a black haori slowly emerge from the shadows.
The moonlight fell on him, and the young man's face was cold and calm.
It was as if the earth-shattering blow just now had nothing to do with him.
It was as if he had merely passed by, taking a stroll under the moonlight.
Cheng Mo walked closer, his gaze sweeping over the Butcher Demon pinned to the tree.
He paused for a moment, especially on its massive body, which constantly tried to squirm and regenerate, only to be carbonized by the lightning.
A faint golden glow from the Eye of Truth swept over, rapidly analyzing the opponent's energy composition.
"Similar to hardening and strengthening, with added toxins… much like the last one, just more refined."
A hint of imperceptible disappointment flashed in his eyes.
This level of Blood Demon Art was no longer of much reference value to him.
The Butcher Demon sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from Cheng Mo.
The thunder spear had brought it extreme pain and fear, causing it to let out a blustering roar:
"You… who are you?!"
It twisted its head with difficulty, its crimson eyes fixed on Cheng Mo.
Cheng Mo didn't even bother to lift an eyelid, merely uttering a single word indifferently:
"Explode."
As soon as the word fell—
The thunder spear that had pinned the Butcher Demon firmly suddenly erupted with extreme light and energy.
Boom!!!
The terrifying explosion was deafening!
The Butcher Demon's massive body was like a lit powder keg, violently torn apart from within!
Countless charred pieces of flesh and internal organs splattered everywhere, falling onto the surrounding ground with a crackling sound.
Most of the remains were still twitching and wriggling amidst faint electrical arcs.
They were struggling to resist the forces of carbonization and paralysis, attempting to regenerate.
Only its relatively intact head rolled to the side with a gurgle.
Its face was filled with extreme fear, watching as the black-haired young man, like a demon god, walked towards it step by step.
Cheng Mo expressionlessly drew the "startled insects" from his waist, its blade shimmering with a faint golden halo, and precisely plunged it into the Butcher Demon's head.
Hiss—
Like melting ice and snow, all the fragments of flesh, along with the head, instantly turned to dust and dissipated into the night wind.
Only at this moment did the two Demon Slayer Corps members, having narrowly escaped death, seem to awaken from a nightmare.
They looked at the terrifying scene before them, then at Cheng Mo, who stood with his nichirin blade sheathed and his aura steady.
Their eyes were filled with shock and awe.
One of them, plucking up courage, his voice still trembling, respectfully asked: "You… you are Lord Cheng Mo, aren't you?"
Cheng Mo nodded slightly, acknowledging it.
He walked to the two severely wounded Demon Slayer Corps members lying on the ground, crouched down, and skillfully took out medicinal powder from his embrace to clean their wounds, stop the bleeding, and set their bones.
His exquisite medical skills once again left the two standing Demon Slayer Corps members dumbfounded.
Seeing all the signs match the rumored description of Cheng Mo himself, their lingering doubts completely vanished, leaving only profound admiration and gratitude.
"Thank you, Lord Cheng Mo, for saving our lives!"
After tending to the injuries, Cheng Mo stood up and pointed at the two less severely injured Demon Slayer Corps members: "Send them to the Butterfly Mansion for follow-up treatment."
"Yes, Lord Cheng Mo!"
The two immediately responded respectfully, carefully carrying their companions on their backs.
Cheng Mo said no more, his figure flickered, and he vanished from the spot as if melting into the night.
At the same time, his consciousness had already sent instructions to Hei Yu high in the sky through their mental link.
"Next target."
In his mind, combining the shared high-altitude view and the scan from a weakened Eye of Truth, he had already locked onto an energy fluctuation located in a nearby valley.
The fluctuation was peculiar and powerful, completely different from the demons he had encountered before, sparking a hint of interest in him.
However, Hei Yu's response came quickly, guiding him in a direction completely opposite to the anomalous energy source he had perceived.
"Master, approximately five li to the southeast, a transport convoy is under attack by demons. Threat level medium, suitable for elimination."
Cheng Mo's figure suddenly stopped mid-stride.
He stood in the shadows of the forest, tilting his head slightly, as if listening, or perhaps sensing something.
A moment later, he turned towards the southeast, the direction Hei Yu had indicated.
Cheng Mo asked casually, in a flat tone:
"Is this the direction?"
On the other end of the mental link, Hei Yu seemed to hesitate for an extremely brief moment.
Then, the deep, enchanting voice spoke again, still maintaining absolute respect:
"Yes, my Master, the intel is confirmed to be correct."
Cheng Mo asked no further questions, a faint flash of lightning around him, and he sped towards the southeast.
It was as if he had completely accepted Hei Yu's guidance.