Chapter 265

Someone is helping me, but I don’t know who it is.

But actually, I might have some guesses.

There weren't many other people who could help me in this way—just like Tanjiro's family, who always helped him at crucial moments even after they left.

It is because of this kind of support that I absolutely cannot give up here.

The angle of my vines extended along the direction of the tentacles of Muzan Kibutsuji's cocoon, just like a rose. I used the power of embodiment to grow thorns on the vines - you can imagine them as my erect leg hairs, the principle is actually similar.

The translucent thorns are composed of the power of the [Holy Shield]. This kind of power in everyone's body is basically replenished by Xuanmi. Because of my own needs, before the battle, I carried out photosynthesis as much as possible to store the power of sunlight.

So this seemingly insubstantial thorn is actually much sharper than my own vines. I tightly wrapped it around Muzan Muzan's tentacles, and the sharp thorns pierced his tough skin. Once they penetrated, they would not disappear, and Muzan Muzan would not have a chance to heal.

Following the tentacles, the rapidly growing vines were already heading towards his fleshy body.

Of course, Muzan Kibutsuji Mumu would not really allow me to do this. My speed is nothing compared to his.

My shoulder went numb, and a second before the pain came, I felt something splashing on my face and eyes. Then I quickly realized that my shoulder had been cut off - or rather, bitten off.

Muzan Kibutsuji Mushiro has a mouth with sharp teeth growing out of his tentacles that are several times as wide as a few people. What kind of form is this?

"Hmm..." Actually it still hurts a lot.

But I didn't have time to sort myself out - my wounds hadn't healed, probably because my strength was no longer enough for me to use myself, as it was dispersed over too large an area.

The next best thing was that green branches grew out of the broken blood vessels and muscles, which stopped the bleeding.

While the bitten part has not yet completely escaped my control, I pinched my palm and used flesh and blood as seeds. The part of the tentacle that bit off my shoulder exploded inside, and a large amount of growing vines and ghost blood entangled together. As the tentacle that I broke into pieces fell, the poison in the ghost blood also made the vines that grew out of the split wither. Two things of different colors were entangled together.

As long as Muzan Muzan cannot completely devour me, there is no such thing as overcoming my vision.

I raised my hands. Since I couldn't heal my wounds anymore, it was best to avoid getting hurt too much. The vines wrapped around my body like armor. Although they couldn't completely block Muzan's attacks, they could definitely slow him down.

My goal is not to defeat him here, but to hold him back so that his energy can be completely focused on me.

"Eat me? You are worthy!" I clasped my hands together, and the vines that completely covered the cocoon shrank up, like a green dress, tightly wrapped around the flesh ball that Muzan Muzan used to help himself recover, with the spikes sticking out of the cocoon skin.

The perception of the vines is much stronger than that of my current flesh and blood. With such dense spikes on the surface of the Coil, I will notice any slight movement of Muzan Kibutsuji.

Although it is not difficult to tear all the vines apart, Muzan Muzan's body, which was badly blown, has probably not recovered yet, so he is curled up in the cocoon.

When it comes out again, it will be in a complete state.

"Oh? Really?"

Why did Muzan Muzan's voice suddenly become so close?

I felt dizzy for a moment, and suddenly I realized that even though half of my body had turned into vines, I still felt like I couldn't stand.

My hands clenched the fabric on my chest, "Mubu Tsuji——"

The ghost blood is eroding too quickly. If it continues like this, I won’t even survive until the sun rises.

Without hesitation, I used the spikes to cut open the lower part of my body just above where the flesh met the vines - bleeding was the stupidest thing to do, but I had no choice.

I had been suffering from anemia for a long time, and the pains all over my body stimulated my nerves, making me feel that even if everything was over, this kind of phantom pain would never leave my life.

Everything in front of my eyes seemed to be blurred. Even without looking, I knew how bad my face looked.

My head was swelling, and the blood that was most deeply eroded by Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan was flowing out of the cut wounds. The tentacles still inserted into my body at the waist carried a breath that stimulated the ghost blood.

However, a body riddled with wounds cannot withstand further torture.

I felt like my head was swelling, my judgment was declining, and even my subjective consciousness was becoming shallower.

If, if I lose consciousness like this, it will be easier...

If you think about it carefully, even without me, the Demon Slayer Corps led by Ubuyashiki would surely win with their perseverance and faith.

Rather, I have ruined the course of the world as it should have been?

——"No, wake up!"

In the darkness, I felt someone holding up my face and lifting my lowered head. The dark vision made it impossible for me to see the person in front of me, but I could see a pair of eyes with flower-like pupils.

Although she was in the most fragile posture, her eyes were unusually firm, and a fresh fragrance came from her forehead that was touching mine.

The scent of flowers.

——"It's not time to give up yet."

A gentle voice penetrated into my ears, such a close distance, but I couldn't feel any breathing sound or breath.

Another hand supported my back from behind. With the warmth that had just helped me avoid Muzan Muzan's fatal blow, it grabbed the remaining part of my shoulder and helped me stand up.

——"Stand tall. I've already told you that you will watch his ambitions fall to pieces."

The hand behind me seemed to be physical yet also seemed to be intangible. After helping me up, the hand slid down and reached directly into my abdominal cavity, as if it had grabbed something.

——"Don't be afraid, we will always be by your side."

I suddenly opened my eyes, almost instinctively, and raised my hand to grab the whip in front of me.

I never knew I had such great strength that I could actually directly block Muzan Muzan's attack. As the blood flowed out from the cuts, the branches grew back at an extremely fast speed, completely wrapping the whip, and the long thorns directly tore the whip apart.

At the same time, the tentacle inserted into the abdomen suddenly withered, as if it had lost its vitality, and collapsed. I pulled it out with force.

I really used all the tricks I could, but it didn't actually cause that much damage to Muzan Muzan.

Instead, the burden on me became heavier and heavier. If Xuanmi hadn't helped me take care of the pattern on the other side, I don't know what I would be like now. At this moment, I looked at the vines growing in my hands, and actually thought to myself that if the thorns were compared to my leg hair or body hair, they would be quite heavy and long. After all, the thorns were enough to tear open Muzan's thorn whip.

How many swordsmen can't do this even with breathing techniques?

I grabbed the void with my hand and pulled back with force, causing the vine to tighten and the thorns on it to dig into the flesh even harder, but unlike the whip he stretched out, the body was beyond my reach.

I am no match for a war of attrition.

Instead of wasting time like this, it is better to act decisively and make a one-time burst. In this way, even if I lose the opportunity to hold back Muzan Muzan later, I am sure that I can interrupt his recovery and cause secondary injuries, so it is worth it.

But it is inevitable that Xuan Mi might be dragged into this situation as well, and I don’t know if he can bear it.

Just when I was about to try to make the same preparations as Komaji, a huge meteor hammer suddenly fell from the sky.

The sound of breaking air suppressed the sound of musical instruments.

It was as if it appeared out of thin air, and by the time I reacted, the spreading vines could already feel a huge pressure.

What followed was a huge axe. The sharp axe tip, through the repeated attacks of the meteor hammer, actually pierced through the surface of the [繭], and a brown liquid of unknown substance gushed out.

This is Rock Breathing, Type Five, Karawa Keibu!

I realized it belatedly. Looking at Mr. Xingming who had no place to land, I saw the spreading vines quickly catching up, weaving a cross net in the air where there was no solid place to land, giving Mr. Xingming, who suddenly appeared, a place to land.

Just when Mr. Xingming stabilized his body, something suddenly came out of the broken hole of the [coil] and stabbed straight at Mr. Xingming.

My dynamic vision could only barely make out an afterimage; it was not of the same level as the thing I had just fought.

It was not a thorn whip transformed from his flesh, but a tube whip that originally grew on his body. Although it could not change its length like the thorn whip, its power was definitely not comparable to that of the thorn whip.

More importantly, these whips are stained with a large amount of Muzan Muzan's blood, so anyone who is hit by them will die.

This is an instant-death skill. Even my ability is quite limited. Unless the injured person can resist the erosion of a large amount of blood in an instant, there will be only one outcome.

This is the information that I specifically informed everyone of before the battle began.

Mr. Xingming was obviously aware of this, and the extremely mysterious aura emanating from the whip made all the muscles in his body tense up.

Rock Breathing·Type 3·Skin of Rock Body!

The huge meteor hammer and broad axe connected by chains kept spinning around Mr. Xingming, and a series of sparks were actually sparked where they collided with the whip.

This is an opportunity!

The vines that were originally still clinging to the outside of the cocoon took this opportunity to drill into the broken hole.

Hiss—a sticky, disgusting feeling traveled along the vines into my brain.

After all, these growing vines are essentially extensions of my body, so I can naturally feel them.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my vine!

It’s Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan!

The moment I realized this, I put a lot of strength into the vine, quickly wrapped it around Muzan Muzan's hand, and then pulled it hard -

The moment I touched the liquid, I felt it. It was the nutrient solution that Muzan Muzan used to recover himself. The damage Komaji had caused him was much greater than I had imagined.

Sure enough, as long as the power of sunlight is involved, the damage to Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan will be lasting. That's why he is so eager to eat me. As long as he overcomes the sunlight, the damage caused by the explosion just now can be quickly recovered.

I can't keep him on the nutrient solution to give him a chance to recover.

I pulled hard at my own vines, but I didn't have enough strength!

At this moment, two more hands suddenly grabbed the vine in front of me, and I could only see a hollow and transparent back.

It's you after all——

Komaji, Love Snow.

"Ah——!" I made an uncontrollable sound from my throat, and the muscles in my hands were bulging with veins. The vines that were stretched tight due to the confrontation with Muzan Kibutsuji finally began to show signs of being pulled out by me.

Perhaps it was this sudden increase in strength that made Muzan Muzan sense the danger, and he thrust out more pipe whips towards me.

I can't defend myself. If I let go at this moment, all my efforts will be wasted!

I gritted my teeth and was about to take the blow when a blue light spread out before my eyes like a floating world painting.

Water Breathing·Form 4·Strike Tide!

Although the tidal-like multi-stage attack did not directly cut the whip, it dispersed all the fatal attacks.

The stitched haori stood in front of me.

Without using the ability to teleport, Mr. Giyuu found the way here by himself!

I seemed to be inspired in an instant.

"Give me—come out!"

The vines I was holding on to loosened, and I was finally pulled out of this not-so-bright environment, Muzan Kibutsuji Murei!

"Destroy his cocoon!" I didn't care about anything else and took this opportunity to shout loudly.

Anyone can do it, but he must not be allowed to have a good recovery environment!