"Pfft..."
Yoizumi and Giyu Tomioka slowly turned their gazes towards Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was stifling a laugh. Being stared at by two pairs of emotionless eyes, Sanemi Shinazugawa's smiling face stiffened. He awkwardly raised his nichirin blade and waved it at them.
"What are you looking at!"
Withdrawing his gaze, Yoizumi felt as if he had been mocked by Shinazugawa.
Closing his eyes, Yoizumi now felt a severe dryness in them. In truth, he could have dodged Muzan's bone whip just now. For some unknown reason... he lowered his gaze to his palm. For that one instant, his body felt a bit stiff, beyond his control.
The accumulation of abnormalities in his body made it impossible for Yoizumi to describe precisely. At times, his whole body was so hot he couldn't breathe, and at other times, a dense numbness spread throughout.
"To prevent the situation from becoming uncontrollable, in the short term, my suggestion is not to easily ingest a second dose."
Tamayo's words from that day echoed in his mind.
"..."
Yoizumi looked towards the east. One hour... only one hour would be enough.
No matter what, he had to hold on for this one hour!
"Hey! This is no time to be spacing out!" Sanemi Shinazugawa roared, his Wind Blades tearing at Muzan's bone whip.
Muzan, at the center of the battlefield, felt incredibly annoyed. One after another... a damned bunch of scum!
All of them, just die!
The speed of all the bone whips doubled in unison!
A total of 17 whips swept through everything around them, crushing the surroundings like a knife through tofu!
Serpent Breathing Fifth Form: Slithering Serpent!
Iguro Obanai's winding nichirin blade displayed a unique technique in his hands. Like a moving serpent, it twisted, slicing through the thorny whips before him.
Too close!
A thorny whip tore through the bandages wrapped around Obanai's mouth, exposing the large wounds on both sides of his lips to the air.
Love Breathing Fifth Form: Wavering Love, Wild Claws!
Mitsuri, drenched in sweat, narrowly avoided Muzan's attack!
Mitsuri swallowed, the scraped wound on her arm accompanied by a stinging pain.
It hurt this much just from a graze; surely being hit directly would be fatal!
No, no! Mitsuri, you can do it! Don't be afraid!
Mr. Iguro is still here, reliable as ever!
She could definitely... Mitsuri looked at Iguro Obanai beside her, her gaze momentarily blank. In that brief moment of distraction, Muzan's attack reached her before Mitsuri could react. It was Obanai, who had been constantly watching Mitsuri, who blocked the attack for her.
Serpent Breathing First Form: Winding Serpent Slash!
Facing Mitsuri behind him, Obanai's low, hoarse voice conveyed an apology.
"Sorry... Kanroji, I scared you."
Upon hearing this, Mitsuri immediately shook her head in denial, her voice filled with unconcealed urgency and... sadness.
"No, it's not! It's not!"
"Mr. Iguro, who was so awful as to do this?!"
"To injure you like this!"
"Does it still hurt?"
"..."
Iguro Obanai paused, a hint of understanding flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.
Obanai... how could such a wonderful Mitsuri think that way... "The wound doesn't hurt anymore..." Iguro Obanai said softly.
"In that case, it's good that it doesn't hurt." Mitsuri's relieved voice came from behind him.
Obanai gripped his nichirin blade tightly, fending off an incoming flesh whip. Muzan's filthy blood splattered. Obanai's face was grim, but his dreadful scars constantly reminded him.
His blood, burdened with sin, was not much cleaner than Muzan's!
He had to kill Muzan... he had to kill Muzan... Only then would he be allowed to express his feelings to the beautiful and pure Kanroji... Thinking this.
Iguro Obanai's arms bulged with veins. His grip strength, which was at the bottom among the Hashira, exerted force, and his winding nichirin blade slowly turned crimson.
"Tokito! Be careful! Getting hit is no joke!" Uzui Tengen shouted at Muichiro. His dark pink eyes saw through Muzan's body, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became!
He actually had five brains and seven hearts! How could such a monstrous being exist in this world!
But Uzui Tengen reconsidered; the opponent was Kibutsuji Muzan, the Demon King, and everything became reasonable again.
Even in his transparent world, facing such attacks, he had to be on high alert. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
No matter, then he would continue to fight flamboyantly!
Flame Breathing First Form: Unknowing Fire!
Fierce flames cut through the thorny whips before him. Kyoujurou, his head bleeding, looked around, his booming voice echoing across the battlefield.
"This is the first time we've all fought together!"
"Everyone! Burn your hearts!"
"Don't say things people can't understand!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa charged at Muzan, shouting with a fierce expression and murderous gaze. The Wind Blades in his hand seemed to want to instantly tear the evil fiend before him to shreds!
"Die! You beast!"
Wind Breathing Third Form: Clear Storm Wind Tree!
The violent whirlwind blew away Muzan's long white hair. The anxiety within him made him incredibly agitated.
They were clearly just ants he could kill with a flick of his hand!
Why... why... were they so troublesome!
"I bet you're wondering." A soft female voice came from his side. Muzan sharply looked to his side, simultaneously transforming his arm into a fleshy limb, intending to grab the woman!
Shinobu, like a nimble butterfly, lightly flapped her wings, evading the pursuit of Muzan's fleshy arm. Her nichirin blade stood upright before her.
In Muzan's eyes, Shinobu was a poisonous insect, constantly releasing her venom!
Shinobu calculated the time. From the initial medicine injected into Muzan by Yoizumi and Tamayo, plus the dose of poison she administered when they first encountered Muzan.
It should be about time... "Haven't you realized yet, Muzan..."
"From the beginning until now..."
Shinobu looked at Muzan with cold eyes, enunciating each word.
"You... have aged nearly 15,000 years!"
"?!"
Muzan's eyes widened in disbelief, instantly filling with red blood vessels.
He had actually aged so much in such a short time!
Breathing angrily... Muzan's chest heaved erratically.
It must... it must be that woman, Tamayo!
Tamayo!
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