Chapter Forty-Three
Everyone was preparing for the battle; everyone knew this day would come. But when that day arrived, everyone was still thrown into a panic.
"Let the battle begin!"
With a command from Ubuyashiki, a massive explosion rang out, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the night.
Tamayo launched the first attack, injecting a special medicine mixed with Chinatsu's blood into his body.
Chinatsu's blood has a natural toxicity to demons. While it is not enough to completely kill Muzan, it is enough to significantly weaken his power.
And it was at such a crucial moment that Chika herself—
I'm awake.
The dimly lit room was illuminated by only one candle, casting the light on two hospital beds side by side.
One photo shows her lying down, and the other shows Kanae, the butterfly she saw in her dream.
Shinobu Kocho sat in a chair, holding Kanae's hand tightly against her cheek.
Upon seeing that Chinatsu had woken up, her first reaction was to get up and go to see Kanae, seemingly wanting to check if she had woken up yet.
However, Kanae's eyes remained tightly closed, showing no signs of waking up.
Sigh~
Shinobu Kocho seemed to have all her strength drained away, and slumped back into her chair.
Chika sat up abruptly and threw off the covers.
"Don't worry, I can feel her reviving." Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, but unusually firm. "The most urgent thing is to take down Muzan."
She turned her head to look out the window where the firelight was spreading. "I can feel that he is nearby."
Shinobu Kocho followed her gaze, her eyes immediately sharpening. "Yes, he's here!"
Before the words were finished—
Click!
Without warning, the floor beneath their feet cracked open, and a bottomless doorway suddenly swung open!
"It's Nakime's Blood Demon Art!"
Chinatsu reacted incredibly quickly, almost instinctively. She kicked out towards Shinobu Kocho, using her skillful strength to push her and Kanae's hospital bed away from the doorway.
"Take good care of your sister. In her dreams, she's invincible. Don't let anyone get close to her."
The moment she finished speaking, she had vanished from the spot.
Shinobu's eyes sharpened, and she quickly picked up Kanae and moved to another location.
......
Compared to Shinobu Kocho, Chinatsu's situation is not so good.
Before her lay a bizarre and constantly shifting and rearranging infinite city space. Rooms defied all logic, piled up haphazardly like building blocks, spinning and floating wildly around her.
She herself was falling rapidly downwards, surrounded by countless familiar and unfamiliar members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
The nine pillars were also among them, falling together to various corners of this abyssal battlefield.
Qianxia took a deep breath, quickly found a place to stand, stabilized her body, and focused her energy into her dantian.
"Everyone!"
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it strangely pierced through the distortion and noise of the Infinite City's space, clearly echoing in the ears of every falling person.
"Wake up!"
Numerous hair-thin electric arcs spread rapidly outwards from her in a net-like pattern; they were not physical entities, but rather a pure energy sensation.
The electric arc, like invisible nerve tendrils, instantly connected all the souls that had participated in the dream training.
The floodgates of memory burst open, and the tactics that had been simulated countless times in dreams, the analysis of the rules of the Infinity Castle, and the profound understanding of comrades, enemies, and Muzan's fighting habits flooded into everyone's minds like a tidal wave.
In an instant, chaos was replaced by order. The team members, who had been struggling with weightlessness and spatial disorientation, suddenly had clear and sharp eyes.
As if they had trained a thousand times, they used precise leverage among the irregular building fragments, nimbly stabilizing themselves and quickly taking the nearest advantageous position.
Countless ravens soared overhead, each carrying a piece of paper with a special symbol printed on it—
That was Yushiro's Blood Demon Art; the scene seen by countless pairs of crow eyes was rapidly converging into an invisible spatial map, which was then transmitted to the mind of the commander at the rear.
However, the enemy will not stand idly by.
"Zheng—!"
The sound of the shamisen rang in everyone's ears.
In the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared from the spot.
The moment the feeling of being torn apart by space disappeared, Qianxia was already kneeling on one knee, landing steadily on a spacious platform made of huge beams.
No need to look around.
That suffocating, immense sense of oppression, a mixture of countless cries of death and pure malice, had filled every inch of the space she was in, like a viscous liquid.
She slowly raised her head.
At the very end of the platform, in the darkest shadow, a blurry mass of flesh, almost unrecognizable, was staring at her with a pair of scarlet eyes.
Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai.
He seemed to disregard her. Although he was almost unable to take human form, his voice remained calm and undisturbed, yet it carried a chilling aura that pierced to the bone.
"Chika, like a worm, scurrying around in my dreams..."
He tilted his head slightly, his crimson pupils gleaming with an inhuman light in the dim light, glancing sideways at Chika.
"……woman."
Chika stood up straight, her scarlet eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of provocative laughter.
"Did I disturb your sleep? I'm truly sorry." She asked softly, blue-white electricity already crackling at her fingertips. "How about this—"
"This time, I'll give you a long sleep! How about it?"
Before she finished speaking, she exerted force with her feet, and the wooden planks of the platform shattered inch by inch. Her figure transformed into a blue-white lightning bolt that tore through the darkness, piercing straight into the center of the writhing flesh!
The lightning that danced at her fingertips was not a blind attack, but rather it was constantly compressed and condensed during the charge, eventually forming a highly concentrated ball of lightning that emitted a piercing buzz in front of her fist.
This is a self-sacrificing attack that combines Nen with Blood Demon Art!
"Thunder Breath - Piercing Strike!"
boom--!
The lightning bolt struck precisely, unleashing a burst of light powerful enough to temporarily illuminate the entire room.
The raging electric snakes tore at Muzan's unstable flesh, making a sizzling sound that made your teeth ache, and the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air.
It was a success?
The thought had barely crossed Qianxia's mind when a tentacle made of flesh and blood emerged from the raging lightning as easily as if piercing through water, effortlessly gripping her neck!
"Well……!"
The immense grip instantly took her breath away, and the lightning stopped abruptly.
"Foolish." Muzan's voice was laced with gritted teeth. "Using Blood Demon Art in front of me is pointless."
"Cough...!" Qianxia, who was being tightly gripped, coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling as if all the bones in her body had fallen apart.
However, what was even worse than the pain was the deep-seated sense of powerlessness.
I've simulated countless battles with the Upper Moons during dream training, but the difference between me and Muzan's true form is on a different dimension!
She struggled to break free, but her legs suddenly gave way.
No, the entire floor of the platform came to life!
Countless fleshy buds covered with sharp teeth emerged from the cracks in the wooden planks, like living tentacles, instantly wrapping around her limbs and waist, pinning her firmly to the ground, and beginning to frantically drain her blood and strength!
"Your blood is very interesting."
Muzan watched with great interest as Chinatsu's face rapidly paled under the restraints of the flesh buds.
"It's perfect as my nourishment."
However--
"Hehehe!!"
Chika smiled.
She looked up at Muzan, her eyes bloodshot, her long hair moving without wind.
"No~ you're wrong, you should say~ Muzan..."
"I've finally caught you."
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