"Hmph?!" Muzan stared at the approaching sunlight, his pupils dilating in shock, even letting out a piercing shriek.
A ray of sunlight first broke through the clouds, and the moment Muzan was illuminated, the sound of scorching flesh filled the air.
"Ahhhhh!" He raised his hand to block it, but it was futile.
Muzan frantically searched for a place to hide, but Yoizumi wouldn't give him the chance! How could the Pillars present give him the chance!
Snow Breathing Fourth Form: Wind-Ravaged Blizzard!
Extreme cold wind and snow enveloped Muzan, a chill penetrating his spine and rooting itself in his bones, instantly making his body feel incredibly stiff!
After using the Fourth Form, Yoizumi frowned, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.
He was clearly taking deep breaths, yet it felt as if no air was entering his lungs.
A suffocating sensation tightly gripped him, his heart pounding violently, accompanied by a dense, needle-like pain.
"Just die already!" Sanemi Shinazugawa, coughing up blood and dragging his body, which was half-crippled by the shockwave, landed a wind blade on Muzan's back.
He let out a huge click of his tongue when he realized it was blocked by a bone whip.
Serpent Breathing Fourth Form: Twin Headed Serpent!
Iguro Obanai, his face covered in blood, gritted his teeth and activated his breathing technique, coiling around Muzan like a giant serpent, holding him tightly!
"You bad guy! Don't even think about running away!" Mitsuri, who had lost her nichirin blade, had scrapes all over her body.
Fortunately, her high muscle density meant the shockwave hadn't caused her major injury; she had only been knocked unconscious.
Grabbing Muzan's bone whip, Mitsuri exerted all her strength, and Muzan's bone whip was instantly pulled straight.
Muzan was astonished to find himself flung into the air, his body soaring before crashing to the ground, leaving a deep crater!
Muzan's body was directly exposed to the sunlight, and the immense pain of being scorched by the sun assailed him.
The excruciating agony caused Muzan to let out wails.
Split!
Split!
Spl... can't split...
Muzan, attempting to escape by splitting as he had before, found his body utterly unable to do so!
No!
No!
No!!!
Innumerable flesh orbs proliferated on Muzan's body, eventually forming a large infant-like shape.
That massive fleshy body temporarily prolonged the time it took for Muzan to be scorched by the sun.
Crawling on the ground, Muzan tried to burrow underground, digging at the earth with his hands, when a chain wrapped around his neck, and a tremendous force pulled him from behind!
It was Gyomei Himejima, one arm dangling, clearly unable to be lifted, pulling the chain with one hand, all his muscles straining!
"I will absolutely not let you escape, Muzan!"
"I'll help, Himejima-san!"
Mitsuri, seeing this, immediately lent a hand.
Under their combined immense strength, Muzan was actually flipped onto the ground!
"Boom!"
Muzan lay sprawled on the ground, the sun directly scorching his flesh, the chains binding him, unable to move!
Meanwhile, everyone else was using their breathing techniques to slice away at Muzan's flesh.
This life-saving armor of flesh was incredibly tough, and their nichirin blades struck it as if it were solid bone!
"Damn it! Can't cut through!" Sanemi Shinazugawa cursed, furiously swinging his nichirin blade at Muzan, his wind blades repeatedly slicing at Muzan's body.
Water Breathing Tenth Form: Constant Flux!
A roaring water dragon furiously gnawed at Muzan's flesh, and even Giyu Tomioka's usually expressionless face now showed an urgent look.
Flame Breathing Ninth Form: Rengoku!
The blazing inferno, with its dazzling firelight, transformed into a meteor, impacting Muzan.
The fierce flames of the blade were comparable to the sun's temperature, simultaneously scorching Muzan, and Kyojuro Rengoku's fiery eyes were filled with unwavering resolve.
"Muzan!"
Sound Breathing!
Mist Breathing!
Breath of Insect!
All the Pillars, and even the other ordinary swordsmen, raised their nichirin blades together.
Under their concerted efforts, Muzan's proliferating flesh was riddled with holes, the sun's scorching continued, and Muzan's regeneration speed could no longer keep up.
Muzan realized... he seemed to be dying... dying at the hands of such a ridiculous group of people.
His body struggled, his hands still continuously pulling, trying to break free from the chains' restraint, while Mitsuri and Gyoumei, along with dozens of Kakushi Members, suppressed their fear and pulled the chains together.
Why, they were just a bunch of ants!
Yet they could achieve this!
Kibutsuji Muzan couldn't comprehend it!
His narrow eyes looked at Yoizumi, who was kneeling on the ground.
Muzan now only felt regret.
Regret for not killing him back then!
For leaving himself with such a calamity!
The next second, his vision went black; Muzan's eyeball was pierced.
Shinobu, with a single strike of Dance of the Bee Sting: True Flutter, stabbed into Muzan's eye.
"Don't look at him! You scumbag!" Shinobu said, her voice suppressed, veins bulging on her forehead.
The familiar firelight, and that scorching temperature, once again slashed his body.
Muzan let out a sharp, infant-like wailing noise.
Hinokami Kagura: Setting Sun!
"Die!"
Tanjirou, whose eardrums had burst, couldn't hear anything.
His only thought now was to send Muzan to hell!
"Cough... wheeze... ugh..." Yoizumi forced himself to stand up, his lips pressed tightly together, biting down hard on his teeth, his trembling hand gripping the hilt of his nichirin blade.
The almost transparent light blue snowflake pattern on the back of his hand became even dimmer.
Breath of Snow... Sixth Form: Pure White Snow...
All his strength was poured into his nichirin blade.
In Yoizumi's eyes, the world seemed to stand still, with only the fine snow continuously falling before him, every ice crystal of every snowflake clearly visible to his eyes.
Muzan's eyes widened, looking as if he was in a world surrounded by white snow, a vast expanse of white, with only the color of snow.
His body couldn't move!
What's going on?!
The fluttering snowflakes, each one a sharp sting as it landed on him, were followed by a flurry of snow that crashed down upon Muzan's body.
He couldn't even scream.
Muzan was enveloped by snow.
The snow spread over his legs... spread over his waist and abdomen... spread... spread... until it completely submerged Muzan.
Returning to reality.
Muzan's body instantly disintegrated, his armor of flesh shredded into tiny pieces.
The sunlight shone down mercilessly, and this millennium-late sun finally fell upon Muzan.
Muzan's hateful gaze was fixed on Yoizumi, and unable to speak, he cursed incessantly.
Yoizumi! Even in death, I won't... let you off!
As the last piece of flesh turned to ash.
Muzan... died.
Someone let out a choked sob first.
Everyone present cheered and sobbed.
Their faces were covered in tears of joy; some had avenged a great wrong, others fought for justice...
Yoizumi could no longer hold his nichirin blade, and it fell to the ground with a crisp clang.
His body uncontrollably knelt, his vision blurred, and the vertical pupils in his sapphire eyes contracted violently.
Every inch of blood in his body seemed to be restless...
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