Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"is that so?"

"That damned woman, she actually wants to turn that guy into a ghost... What a delusional dream..."

The moment Muzan saw Tamayo, some of her ridiculous little actions were already noticed by the boss.

She turned Kiyokawa Izumi into a demon... Why does she think she has this ability?

How ridiculous, how ironic.

What's the point of doing this?

Leaving aside whether the chance of success is so small as to be negligible, how long can this bunch of scumbags delay the inevitable?

What's the use of gaining even three to five minutes?

It took Kokushibo three days to transform into a demon.

A swordsman who has mastered breathing techniques doesn't have it so easy to become a demon.

Although I knew it wasn't that simple, an inexplicable sense of fear still quietly surfaced in my heart.

Perhaps it was out of fear of that ominous fire, or perhaps it was because they felt that Kiyokawa Izumi was different from ordinary people and was one of the few who could pose a threat to them.

"Get out of here!"

Muzan in his Demon King form displays a terrifying level of power.

In the blink of an eye, all those in the way were forced back.

The three pillars were like wild grass struggling to survive in a storm; just to live, just to stand here, was already a tremendous effort.

I can't see it!

The constantly waving tentacles are not visible to the naked eye.

Only through his outstanding combat instincts and keen, astonishing intuition did he narrowly evade attack after attack.

Even getting close is incredibly difficult, so how could one possibly kill Muzan?

They genuinely loathed their own weakness.

If I had worked harder in my daily life, if I had trained more diligently, would I not feel so powerless right now?

No amount of preparation is enough to face Muzan head-on.

It was irresistible and impossible to resist.

Mr. Yiyong is in a terrible state right now.

He was only grazed on the chest and shoulder, but he was almost seriously injured.

Flesh and blood were forcibly scraped away, and hot, bright red blood flowed out uncontrollably, leaving the cherished haori in tatters.

Even so, as the modern-day water column, he never gave up.

He had no energy left to pay attention to what was behind him, and he didn't even notice the sudden arrival of Tamayo and Yushiro—the pressure Muzan brought him was too great, leaving him no time to think, simply because death was everywhere.

Mr. Giyu, who is not good at expressing his thoughts, desperately wants to become stronger at this moment.

"Ouch, that really hurts!"

Although that's what I thought in my heart, what I said was strange.

Perhaps it's because there's so much to say, yet I don't know where to begin.

As soon as he finished speaking, deep blue, wave-like markings appeared on the left side of his face.

A rapidly beating heart, a constantly rising body temperature.

When everything reaches a critical point, the markings have quietly awakened.

Power surged upwards continuously, and despite the sudden change, Yi Yong's expression remained perfectly calm.

"not enough!"

That's all; it's not enough to change anything.

Fighting such a formidable foe, teetering on the brink of death, every breath was incredibly difficult.

The term "Pillar" refers to the most outstanding members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Faced with such pressure, those who were not instantly defeated will inevitably experience unimaginable growth.

The markings are not everything; the world is clearly presented before your eyes.

Is it just my imagination?

Are we gradually able to see through Muzan's attacks, or are they just delusions of wishful thinking?

Many techniques belonging to the Water Breathing style were unleashed one after another.

Mr. Giyu's strength is improving at an unimaginable speed.

For him, the so-called "thorough understanding" was not a strange or unheard-of skill.

He not only knew about this ability, but he also fought against Kiyokawa Izumi in her Transparent State.

He was like an incomplete puzzle piece before, and the missing pieces have been gradually filled in during the battle.

Even Muzan had to admit that the scum in front of him was indeed extraordinary.

Another swordsman who has mastered the marks and clarity has appeared.

If he were to fight a useless fool like Akaza, defeat would probably be inevitable.

Will we be able to hold out until sunrise?

Will the other pillars be able to arrive in time?

A more swift and unpredictable leg whip suddenly attacked.

I had been gradually getting used to Muzan's speed, but I never expected that it was far from its limit.

The space before me felt as if it had been torn apart, and my brain had stopped thinking—what good was it if I barely grasped the concept of transparency? In the end, I was still not proficient.

Neither swordsmanship nor breathing techniques could break the limits of ordinary people.

Is there enough time?

In the blink of an eye, the body's subconscious reaction outpaces thought.

"Water Breathing - Eleventh Form - Nagi!"

Within a very small area, as long as the speed of the sword swing is fast enough to be imperceptible and precise enough, so-called absolute defense can be achieved.

But what he was facing was Muzan at his peak.

His barely perceptible understanding was not enough for him to fully see Muzan's movements.

Furthermore, even if the eyes can keep up, the body may not be able to react in time.