Chapter 194 Yoriichi's Arrival
The cold moonlight spilled across the ravaged ground, like a callous act of charity. Yan Sheng moved among the chaotic Demon Slayer Corps members; their shouts and the clanging of weapons created a cacophony of sounds, but he seemed to exist in another world, oblivious to them all.
He could feel Muzan's powerful aura not far ahead, and the violent energy made him dizzy. Yan Sheng stood on the roof of a house, Muzan's voice echoing in his mind, the cold command gradually making the scene before him clearer.
"Kuroshibo, kill them."
Many people stood around Muzan, all members of the Demon Slayer Corps, wielding Nichirin Blades and bearing numerous wounds. Their eyes were filled with determination and rage as they fought a desperate battle against Muzan. The shattered and collapsed buildings, the corpses scattered everywhere, and the bloodstains created a gruesome scene.
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Yan Sheng watched, his pupils contracting sharply, his heart beginning to waver. He thought he was used to it, but seeing such a scene still made him uncomfortable. His hand gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist tightly, but he hesitated to draw it.
Muzan's whip lashed through the air like a venomous snake, constantly slashing at the surrounding enemies. The nine tubes extending from his back swept across the area at incredible speed, the blood rain they stirred up staining the air red and making the entire battlefield even more brutal.
"Kuroshibo! Don't forget why you've survived this long, now make your move!"
Muzan's voice echoed in his mind again, his angry words carrying an oppressive force that made Kokushibo spit out a mouthful of blood. A sharp pain shot through his head, but Kokushibo gritted his teeth and quickly opened the quest panel, where the final storyline was clearly marked: Completed.
It worked, no problem.
Yan Sheng looked up and decisively severed his connection with Muzan, the oppressive feeling vanishing instantly. Muzan paused, his blood-red vertical pupils contracting sharply as he stared incredulously in Yan Sheng's direction. Enemies darted and leaped around him, making it impossible for him to defend himself.
"Kuroshibo!!!"
Muzan's rage reached its peak; his veins bulged as if they would burst through his skin. Eight seven-meter-long whips extending from his legs swept indiscriminately across the surroundings, instantly knocking down all the enemies around him. The speed of these whips far exceeded that of the nine whips on his upper body and the spiked whips on his arms; each strike was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom that cracked the earth.
"Breathing of the Moon - Sixteenth Form - Moonbow - Crescent Moon!"
Iwakatsu could feel the scorching aura rapidly approaching, and without hesitation, he jumped to the ground. His Hollow Cry God, with a swing of his arm, unleashed several vertical attacks, slashing from top to bottom, successfully blocking Muzan's continued whip attack.
"You actually betrayed me, Kokushibo!" Muzan's expression was unusually fierce. He stared with his blood-red eyes and gritted his teeth as he said to Iwakatsu that he could not understand why Iwakatsu would betray him. This betrayal made him feel angry and terrified, and even had a bad feeling.
"Lord Muzan, we are..." Before Iwakatsu could finish speaking, Muzan withdrew his attacks from others and unleashed them all on Iwakatsu. Muzan's whip was agile and nimble, combining offense and defense, with each attack aimed directly at Iwakatsu's vital points.
Iwakatsu parried, leaving him as the only one capable of movement on the field. Moving with incredible speed, each strike of Muzan's whip left a deep wound on Iwakatsu's body, through which Muzan's blood continuously seeped.
Yan Sheng felt excruciating pain spread throughout his body. The newly injected blood, carrying immense destructive power, began to tear apart his body, causing him to stagger. In that instant, the whip pierced his chest like lightning, causing him to cough up blood, and his blood vessels began to throb.
"This blood is different from the original; it doesn't exist for fusion, but for destruction. Kokushibo, our cooperation was so harmonious, I indulged you so much, why... why did you betray me?"
Muzan looked at Iwakatsu, who was clutching his chest and vomiting blood. The barbed whip on his arm tightened around Iwakatsu's neck, and he spoke words that were filled with suppressed rage.
Yan Sheng's grip on the hilt tightened slightly, his vision began to blur, and his body ached as if it were being torn apart.
At that moment, a red figure leaped down from the sky, landing as lightly as a ray of light in the night. His crimson haori billowed in the wind, like a burning sun. His movements were swift and powerful; with a swift swing of his arm, golden-red flames, like sharp blades, instantly severed the spiked whip and tubular whip from Muzan's left arm.
"Pfft—." Even though Muzan reacted quickly and dodged the fatal blow, the spiked whip and tube whip on his left arm were still cut into several pieces in an instant, burning as they fell to the ground. Muzan's terror reached its peak at this moment.
“Continue, country, origin, one”.
Even though he already knew in his heart that the other was still alive, Muzan still couldn't maintain his composure the moment he witnessed Yoriichi's death. The burning sensation from his wounds was like a wildfire, constantly eroding every inch of his will, and every cell in his body was screaming hysterically.
Yoriichi caught Iwakatsu steadily, but the moment his fingers touched Iwakatsu's skin, a sticky sensation instantly soaked into his palm. As if bound tightly by invisible chains, his nerves tensed to the extreme, and his hand involuntarily clenched.
He looked down and saw that Yan Sheng's hair was disheveled, stained with blood and stuck together in a mess. A few strands of hair clung helplessly to the other's pale face. His purple clothes were tattered and soaked in blood, resembling a blooming spider lily, a shocking sight.
Numerous wounds of varying sizes stretched across Iwakatsu's ribs, some so deep that bone was visible, and the white bones were faintly discernible. His chest was a bloody mess, and with each weak breath, blood flowed down his arm like a thin stream, dripping onto the ground.
"Kibutsuji Muzan!"
Yoriichi growled, without raising his head, yet the aura he exuded filled Muzan with fear.
Damn it, that damn monster! I didn't expect him to arrive so quickly. I really did take too long. He tried to control his body, but he couldn't split it apart even a little. The places that had been cut before could heal quickly, but his body seemed to be glued back together and he couldn't control it.
"Are you scared? Do you want to run away again? Is it impossible to split apart?"
Tamayo's voice rang out, but Muzan couldn't see her. He tried his best to catch her, and his gaze swept over Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Yoriichi loosened his grip on Iwakatsu and leaned him against a woman wearing a kimono with slightly disheveled hair.
Tamayo's crimson eyes looked at him mockingly, and the curved corners of her mouth and her voice, which couldn't hide her joy, entered Muzan's mind.
"Kibutsuji Muzan, you can't escape. Yoriichi will send you to hell, and I will watch it with my own eyes!"
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