Chapter 192 Muzan's Attack

Caught off guard, the two fell onto a platform. As soon as Kaigaku's feet touched the ground, a strong, pungent smell of blood, almost condensing the air, wafted over him like a venomous snake, piercing his very soul and causing him to involuntarily furrow his brow.

He forced himself to look up, and the sight before him instantly froze his blood—the ground was littered with fragmented remains of corpses, like a battlefield ravaged by a storm, stained with blood and splattered everywhere, sending chills down his spine.

"Hey...you guys, run!"

A faint sound rang out starkly in the deathly silence. The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw, beneath the mountain of corpses and remains, a face as pale as paper.

Zenitsu's heart tightened. Without thinking, he rushed forward, frantically shoveling away at the heavy pieces of flesh. However, the other person shook his head with difficulty, a trickle of bright, glaring blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his voice barely a whisper: "I'm beyond saving, run..."

Zenitsu's hand suddenly stopped. Kaigaku stepped forward and saw that the other's body was broken in two, with blood and intestines flowing out and mixed with other fragments.

The air seemed to freeze, heavy and suffocating. Just then, an extremely violent aura swept in like a storm, carrying an irresistible pressure that caused Zenitsu and Kaigaku to stop involuntarily. They turned around sharply, and where their eyes fell, a terrifying figure slowly stepped into this land of death.

It was a grown man with snow-white hair and blood-red eyes that seemed to see through all the evil in the world. His limbs and lower body were covered in blood and hair, and his body was covered with huge mouths with sharp teeth, releasing a chilling aura.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai.

Zenitsu's heart pounded as if it would burst from his chest, each beat accompanied by excruciating pain. His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his face, soaking his clothes. He had never felt the threat of death so clearly before; it was a fear that penetrated to his very bones, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Kaigaku gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, his eyes fixed on Muzan, his mind blank. Fear, like invisible vines, coiled around his entire body, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

How terrifying! I can't win! I just want to escape!

"Ah, new supplies, huh? Looks much more useful than the previous ones." Muzan's voice was cold and piercing, like a judgment from hell. He casually tossed aside the head he was holding, the severed head tracing a bizarre arc in the air before rolling down to Kaigaku's feet with a gurgling sound. At that moment, Kaigaku felt an unprecedented horror, as if the entire world had collapsed.

"brush--."

A sharp gust of wind ripped through the deathly silence, followed by Zenitsu's urgent and tense voice ringing in Kaigaku's ears: "Big brother! Watch out!"

Zenitsu seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning, abruptly pulling the stunned Kaigaku aside with incredible speed. Muzan's claws slashed across almost simultaneously, and with a "swoosh," Zenitsu's haori was instantly torn apart, leaving a horrifying gash.

His hands braced against the ground, and due to inertia, his fingertips drew several deep marks on the ground, sparks flying everywhere, as if even the air itself was being torn apart by the force.

Pulled back to his senses by Zenitsu, Kaigaku swiftly drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist, pointing it directly at Muzan. Despite his efforts to remain calm, the blade in his hand trembled slightly, revealing his inner fear and tension.

Muzan slowly stood up, casually flicking his hand. He turned to look at Zenitsu and Kaigaku, his scarlet vertical pupils flashing with an eerie light, a disdainful smile playing on his lips: "Two brats?"

Muzan's voice was deep and hoarse, his eyes like cold blades, piercing through Zenitsu and Kaigaku's defenses and striking straight into their hearts. Under this terrifying pressure, Zenitsu and Kaigaku could feel sweat sliding down their cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.

"Breathing of Thunder - First Form: Thunderclap Flash - Eight-Strike Combo".

Zenitsu's figure instantly transformed into golden lightning, each step accompanied by deafening thunder. In his hands, the Nichirin Blade launched a fierce attack on Muzan like lightning.

"Annoying."

“Annoying,” Muzan said coldly, casually swinging his arm as if Zenitsu’s attack was nothing more than a child’s play, easily breaking through Zenitsu’s offensive. Then, his right hand suddenly expanded, transforming into a gigantic arm, and grabbed Zenitsu with lightning speed.

"Breathing of Thunder, Form 5, Heat Realm Thunder".

Golden lightning was released as Kaigaku swung his Nichirin Blade, striking Muzan with intense heat and crackling sounds, as if it were about to ignite the air.

"The same breathing technique?"

Muzan turned his head and looked at Kaigaku casually, seemingly not taking Kaigaku's attack seriously. Zenitsu's arm tightened slightly, and he immediately felt a tremendous force squeezing his body. A sharp pain shot through him, causing him to cough up blood. Kaigaku's nerves were on edge, his eyes fixed on Muzan, not daring to relax for a moment.

He wanted to escape; he didn't want to die.

When his gaze fell upon Zenitsu, whose mouth was bleeding, he took a deep breath, raised his Nichirin Blade, and once again unleashed golden lightning. He charged at Muzan with lightning speed, and as he approached Muzan, he swiftly swung the blade in a high-speed slash.

"Breathing of Thunder - Fourth Form: Far Thunder".

The blade flashed like lightning, slicing through the night sky, each strike carrying intense heat. The massive arm fell to the ground. Muzan raised an eyebrow, surprised that Kaigaku had severed his arm. He raised his hand, and several scarlet thorns shot out rapidly, attacking Kaigaku.

"Pfft—".

Zenitsu shook off Muzan's massive hand that was gripping him, gasping for breath and spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood. Looking up, he saw that scarlet thorns with sharp spikes had pierced through Kaigaku's abdomen, hoisting him high into the air.

"Big brother!!!"

Zenitsu's pupils contracted sharply, the intense pain and fear in his heart instantly being consumed by a raging rage. He gritted his teeth, raised his Nichirin Blade, his eyes revealing ferocity and determination as he stared intently at Muzan.

"Get out of here...cough—".

Kaigaku groaned in pain, one hand gripping the thorns piercing his body, the other weakly raising his Nichirin Blade. His voice was faint, his heart filled with frustration.

It hurts so much, it's terrifying. I should have abandoned them and run away. I must be crazy to stay.

"Breathing of Thunder - Seventh Form: Fire Thunder God".

Zenitsu exuded a powerful aura and charged forward at a speed that even the Demon Eyes couldn't detect, approaching Muzan as swiftly as lightning. His Nichirin Blade, tracing a path like a dancing thunder dragon, aimed straight at Muzan's neck.

Muzan snorted coldly, and the thorns on his body seemed to come alive, whipping wildly. He flung Kaigaku away and then used the thorns to block Zenitsu's attack. The thorns lashed at Zenitsu like whips, leaving bloody welts that nearly made him faint from the pain.

Zenitsu reacted swiftly, pulling Kaigaku aside and leaping across the ground, barely dodging Muzan's fierce attack. As Zenitsu regained his footing, a sharp whooshing sound rang in his ears, and Muzan's lashing whip was reflected in his golden pupils.

Just at that critical moment, a figure pounced, throwing Zenitsu to the ground and dodging Muzan's attack. Zenitsu looked up and saw Tanjiro.