Crossover Anime: Starting with Bankai from Demon Slayer

Chapter 112 Fighting against Onibatsuji alone

"Cough...."

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Muichiro Tokito knelt in the rubble, his face, which had been covered with purplish-black veins, finally began to calm down after the injection of serum.

He coughed up a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm, and fresh air surged into his lungs once more.

The other Pillars, whose injuries varied in severity, were also immediately injected with antitoxin serum to curb the spread of Muzan's virus.

Of course, except for the fist pillar.

If he were to inject this medicine, it would likely be pure poison.

"Shinobu, thank you so much for your medicine." Mitsuri pressed her almost broken ribs and looked at the pale-faced Shinobu with concern.

As the one who provided the medicine, her condition was currently extremely bad.

Already weakened by the Blood Demon Art, she burned her last bit of life force during this time in order to find a way to fight against Muzan Kibutsuji, working day and night with the demon Tamayo.

Although the final result could only reach this level, it exceeded her expectations.

Asuka stood at the front of the group, his extraordinary senses already locked onto Shinobu Kocho.

In his vision, the life force within Shinobu Kocho was exhibiting a despairing decline.

The fluctuations in spiritual pressure were so weak as to be imperceptible, and spiritual energy was still rapidly dissipating.

She was unable to cure Doma's Blood Demon Art, and his injuries continued to worsen.

Moreover, because she has long used herself as a carrier of wisteria flower toxin, combined with the chain reaction of blood demon magic, side effects that have never been clinically recorded have begun to appear in her body.

At this moment, her life was like a candle flame being ravaged by a storm, flickering uncertainly.

"That wretched Tamayo, a demon slayer who only knows how to pull off petty tricks!"

Muzan stood atop the ruins, the moonlight outlining his twisted figure, his face terrifyingly grim.

These demon hunters, who should have turned into pus, actually stood up again, and this loss of control over victory made him feel irritated.

Especially that black-haired swordsman, who could even unleash sword energy that threatened me...

"Since the poison can't kill you, then we'll rip your heads off!"

The whip on Muzan's back was infused with a massive amount of demon blood, instantly transforming into an evil flower composed of bones and sharp blades, its killing intent locking onto all the pillars.

"Prepare for battle!" Gyoumei Himejima swung his meteor hammer, the heavy chains clanging loudly in the empty ruins.

The Pillars instantly suppressed the excruciating pain and weakness caused by their injuries, gripped their Nichirin Blades tightly, and their eyes burned with a resolute flame.

The markings began to spread, and the Nichirin Blade began to heat up.

Just as the pillars were preparing to launch the next wave of attacks at all costs, Asuka stood in front of them.

With his back to his companions, his figure stood tall and straight like a solitary peak.

The sword in his hand trembled with suppressed energy, its blazing blade now a dark reddish-black, as if yearning for some kind of ultimate release.

"Asuka? What are you doing!" Shinazugawa Sanemi shouted urgently.

Asuka didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on Muzan: "Step back and recover."

"Although the serum has suppressed the erosion, your bodies are already nearing their limits. Rushing in now would only be wasting the lives that Shinobu bought for you."

"You want to take him on by yourself?" Obanai Iguro asked incredulously. "Even if it's you, that's too arrogant."

The bird did not argue, but simply slowly raised its head.

His aura underwent a dramatic change at that moment.

If the previous flying bird was a sharp longsword, it was threatening, but ultimately just ordinary iron.

So now he is like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky, making it hard to look directly at him.

"I just don't want to see anyone fall anymore."

Asuka glanced at Shinobu's deathly pale face out of the corner of her eye, and her anger surged like a tidal wave.

This anger caused his spiritual pressure to surge continuously, threatening to burst out of his body at any moment.

After tonight's battle, Muzan has drunk its fill of the Upper Moon One's and Muzan Kibutsuji's demon blood, and its power is becoming increasingly restless and difficult to control.

"one person?"

Muzan let out a harsh, cold laugh, his pupils shrinking to slits: "Is your name Asuka? Kid, don't think that just because you killed Kokushibo, you're qualified to stand on equal footing with me."

"That warrior is nothing but a mortal body that thirsts for my blood, while I am the only god in this world!"

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That's what they say, but Muzan isn't really that confident.

He could already feel the intense pressure emanating from Asuka; though he was arrogant, his instincts were warning him—

If it doesn't work, let's run.

"God...?"

"

The bird murmured softly, and the ground beneath its feet began to crack inch by inch, a physical collapse caused by the inability to withstand the heavy spiritual pressure.

boom-!!

The bird's figure vanished from its spot in an instant, its explosive speed creating a gust of wind!

Muzan was startled, and the eight spiked whips intertwined in front of him to form an impenetrable defensive net.

"Do gods bleed?" But Asuka's voice rang out beside him like a ghost.

What?!

I didn't even see his movements!

Before Muzan could react, the blade of the tadpole had already slashed deep into his body!

Black and red spiritual pressure slashed out along the blade, its ferocious teeth tearing wildly at Muzan's enhanced flesh.

Puff puff puff—!

A series of rapid cracking sounds rang out.

Flesh was torn apart, bones were cleaved, and fascia was ripped apart.

Although Muzan's body was covered with a tough defense formed from demon blood, it was no different from ordinary flesh and blood in the face of the burning ghoul.

Moreover, the injuries were the same as those of Rokuro and Akaza that I had seen before.

Muzan discovered that even his body, which could heal instantly, began to lose its regenerative power after being exposed to these slashes, and there was even a tendency for it to spread further into his body!

"What a vicious power!"

This wasn't the first time he'd seen remnants of this power, but facing it in person was still somewhat unimaginable.

Muzan roared, his arms transforming into enormous bone blades, which, combined with the power of the whip, clashed fiercely with the flying bird.

The two fought fiercely from the top of the Infinite City ruins all the way down to the lower levels.

Wherever it went, broken walls and ruins were completely shattered!

The shockwave from the collision blasted the hill apart, and the violent sword energy and whip shadows tore through the jungle. The already ruined Infinite City was shattered even more under the ravages of their inhuman power!

The pillars watched this scene in shock from behind.

A human being, relying solely on pure power, is directly confronting Muzan Kibutsuji and holding his own in the slightest!

Shinobu Kocho forced herself to sit by the ruins, her eyes filled with worry.

Please, nothing can happen to you... Asuka...

Muzan's attacks were as fast as lightning; each whip could shatter rocks, and each blade could cut through steel.

But birds are like lone boats in a storm; no matter how turbulent the waves are, they always stand firm.

He does get injured, and some of his injuries even look extremely fatal, but every time he swings his scythe, it takes away a lot of Muzan's flesh and blood.

Before the flesh and blood even hit the ground, they were completely pulverized by the violent spiritual pressure, turning into pure spiritual energy that repaired his body.

"He's getting stronger... With each exchange, his aura grows stronger!"

Muzan's unease finally turned into fear.

He remembered the man who had plunged him into nightmares hundreds of years ago, Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Although Asuka's techniques didn't have the warmth of a blazing sun, the killing intent that threatened to drag his entire soul into the abyss made him feel even colder than the Breath of the Sun.

"Bastard...bastard!!" Muzan cursed wildly, he hesitated.

He was hesitant about whether to split up now.

"Are you trying to escape?" Asuka's voice rang out once again.

Muzan suddenly opened his eyes wide and discovered that Asuka had found an opportunity to get close to him in the midst of the flying whips with extremely fast reflexes!

At this moment, he and the other person were face to face, their eyes locked.

Asuka gripped Muzan's mutated arm tightly as the long sword slammed heavily into Muzan's cervical spine.

"You coward, even if you lived for a thousand years, you would never understand the meaning of life."

"It's over, Muzan!"

Asuka coldly stared at Muzan, her body bleeding profusely as her flesh was torn apart by the whip and bone blade.

"You bastard! Aren't you afraid of dying?!"

Muzan was terrified and tried to activate the Muzan cells in Asuka's body to poison him to death immediately.

Strangely, pale blue lines spread from the punctured wounds, intertwining to form a net.

It's like confining these viruses to the wound, preventing them from advancing even an inch.

As the burning flames slashed into his skin inch by inch, Muzan's regenerative abilities were rendered useless!

This won't do; this could really get us beheaded!

"Death? I won't die... or rather, I'm already dead."

Asuka spoke calmly, and her words sent chills down the spines of even Muzan Kibutsuji, the demon king who had lived for a thousand years.

Did we encounter a real ghost?

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