Chapter 195 Reversal

"Lady Tamayo is so handsome! And so beautiful!"

Yushiro couldn't help but sigh, while Murata, standing beside him, was speechless. He had already mastered the art of injecting serum into other people's bodies.

"It's too serious." Yushiro turned his head and patted Gyomei's face expressionlessly, frowning as he said, "Give him two more doses."

That's such a quick change of heart!

Murata felt ashamed and nodded silently, following Yushiro as they worked tirelessly to stabilize the Pillar's condition. This was all they could do with the fighting power of ordinary members.

"Ha—monster, you who are immortal are the monster."

Muzan stared intently at Yoriichi, shouting mockingly. Every nerve in Yoriichi's body was throbbing with pain, every cell urging him to leave quickly.

His gaze swept frantically across his surroundings. The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. He watched as Yoriichi gripped the Nichirin Blade, which glowed a fiery red. The terrifying heat emanating from the blade, like a burning flame, caused Muzan's old wounds to throb, as if mercilessly mocking his past sins.

Yoriichi's hands were bulging with veins from the exertion, and his ever-present face had red eyes like deep, still water, calm yet chilling.

The fact that his opponent hesitated to make a move momentarily confused Muzan. His gaze inadvertently swept over Kokushibo, and in that instant, he seemed to catch something. He looked up at Yoriichi, and the barely suppressed killing intent emanating from the latter filled him with a strange amusement—a contempt for the weaknesses of human nature.

"Human emotions are useless, and even a monster like you cannot escape their bondage." Muzan's words carried a playful tone, as if he had discovered something amusing. "You know, right? The moment the other person becomes a demon, I will receive all their memories."

Yoriichi's pupils contracted slightly. He reacted almost instantly, raising his blade and flashing in front of Muzan with incredible speed. The slash cut through Muzan's other arm, and the scorching heat made Muzan instinctively dodge to the side, only to see the whip extending from his back completely severed.

"Hahahaha—you want to kill me? Do you dare?" Muzan shouted, staring at the face so close to his own, his laughter echoing across the empty battlefield. It was a laugh laced with madness and defiance. The pain from his severed body was like adding fuel to the fire, making his madness even more uncontrollable.

"What are you hesitating about? Are you worried about killing your brother again?"

Yoriichi froze in that instant; those words pierced his very soul like a sharp blade. In that moment of hesitation, a terrifying energy rapidly gathered around Muzan.

"Run!" Yoriichi's voice rang out at the crucial moment. He turned and moved away from Muzan at lightning speed, and what followed was a powerful shockwave emanating from Muzan himself.

The immense impact left Yoriichi feeling numb in his limbs. Even though he quickly pulled Tamayo and Kokushibo away, the moment they hit the ground, Tamayo coughed up blood, her body beginning to convulse uncontrollably. The crows on the field instantly fell, their eye charms mingling with blood.

Muzan gasped for breath, and a gaping maw full of sharp teeth suddenly appeared on his chest. The maw seemed to be the mouth of a demon that had sprung out of hell, piercing through his chest and spreading from his shoulder to his abdomen, leaving a shocking wound.

He was so tired. It was strange. He had tried everything to become stronger. Compared to more than four hundred years ago, his strength had achieved a qualitative leap. How could he feel so weak?

The medicine…damn it, that medicine.

The areas scorched by the Nichirin Blade seemed cursed, unable to grow new flesh. His gaze met those rose-red eyes fiercely, seeing within them a mixture of joy, a thirst for victory, and mockery of Muzan. Seeing this, Muzan couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous expression.

Tamayo sensed something was wrong with Yoriichi's appearance. She felt him sway slightly, and before she could even see, he crashed to the ground in disbelief. Yoriichi struggled to support himself with his arm; a vein pierced his left forearm, and blood stained his sleeve, dripping onto the ground and forming gruesome blood flowers.

"Mr. Yoriichi!!"

Tamayo gasped in shock at the sight of the clearly broken whip, her hands clenching involuntarily, her eyes filled with worry and anger. She understood that Yoriichi couldn't possibly have failed to dodge Muzan's attack; it was all because she hadn't taken Kokusatsu away in time, thus hindering Yoriichi's actions. Using a family member as a shield—such behavior was utterly disgusting.

"I...I'm fine." Yoriichi frowned slightly, sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping onto the ground with a soft sound. The feeling of his body's cells being damaged was unpleasant; the pain felt like thousands of tiny needles piercing his body simultaneously. He felt his reactions becoming sluggish, and his vision beginning to blur.

Tamayo quickly retrieved a dose of serum and injected it into Yoriichi's body without hesitation. However, the serum had little effect; Yoriichi's body continued to tremble slightly, and his hands scratched at the ground, leaving bloody marks. Tamayo watched this scene with a sense of helplessness.

Muzan seized the opportunity, turned, and fled at lightning speed. His figure rapidly shrank into the night, seemingly merging into the darkness, the stench of blood lingering in the air.

He wanted to live, he absolutely had to live, for it was his dream, his goal.

Despite the excruciating pain from her convulsing muscles, Tamayo's gaze was fixed intently on the direction Muzan had fled. Things had unfolded far too quickly; the others simply didn't have enough time to recover.

"Pfft—".

A crisp sound shattered the silence as a broken sword pierced Muzan's body like lightning, sending a spray of blood through him. Immediately afterward, a blood-stained hand gently patted Tamayo's shoulder. Iwakatsu, seeing the 'Completed' message beginning to blur on the transparent blue screen, rushed forward without hesitation.

Yan Sheng could also feel the changes in his body. The blood he had forcefully absorbed surged through his body like a raging torrent, causing a strong metallic taste to rise in his throat. Forcibly absorbing so much blood in such a short time was indeed too much for him.

He was conscious all along, and when Kokushiro realized that Yoriichi hadn't made a move, a strong sense of anxiety welled up inside him. Upon hearing the reason, he felt as if he were having a heart attack, and could only grit his teeth and increase the speed at which he was consuming Muzan's blood.

Plans can't keep up with changes. When he saw the mission panel start flashing and Muzan was about to escape, he couldn't stand it anymore. He had worked so hard for so long, how could he fail like this? He could only force his barely recovered body to step forward and stop the other.

"Breath of the Moon, Seventh Form, Mirror of Calamity, Moon Reflection".

He raised the cracked Hollow Crying God, swung his arm forward with force, and the purple blade flew forward at an astonishing speed. The continuous long-distance slashing strike, with its sharp edge, blocked Muzan's steps.

Muzan stopped in his tracks, his fierce gaze as cold as ice, his violent aura sweeping over him like a storm, making Yan Sheng feel dizzy and nauseous. His already restless blood began to surge wildly through his body under the pressure of Muzan's aura.

"You want to stop me?"