Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

As it turns out, Mr. Yiyong was indeed unable to stop him.

The terrifying suction made it difficult for him to move.

When facing Muzan, it is undoubtedly quite difficult to achieve a comeback victory.

The despairing disparity was on full display at this moment.

In an instant, whether it was Mr. Giyu, who was standing still and unable to dodge, or the two pillars of Kaze and Iwa who wanted to help, their figures were almost simultaneously sent flying backward, crashing into the ruins in a sorry state.

Mr. Yiyong was the most seriously injured.

His Nichirin Blade was as fragile as paper, easily broken.

No matter how rapidly he improves, without mastering the Crimson Blade, he is not enough to pose a threat to Muzan.

Mr. Yiyong, looking disheveled, was even unable to stand up for a moment.

Several ribs were broken, and deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his chest. His right arm, which was gripping the hilt of the knife, hung down unnaturally.

Not only that, as the ghost blood erodes the body, a small portion of the flesh has already shown very obvious deformities.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was an absolute crushing defeat.

They are unimaginably strong, so strong that they inspire despair.

How could you fall here?

If he just faints and gives up like this, who will hold Muzan back?

"Don't move!"

An unfamiliar female voice came from beside my ear.

who is it?

Mr. Giyu, who was barely holding on, seemed to only then notice Ms. Tamayo's special status.

It's a ghost!

He struggled to raise his arm, about to strike, but then hesitated—why hadn't Shinobu killed her? Why was the lord's scabbard perched on her shoulder?

There was no time to think about these things.

We need to stand up!

No matter the cost, we must hold Muzan back!

"Muzan!!"

Mr. Yiyong was not the first to stand up.

What cannot be done, simply cannot be done.

Despite his serious injuries, he didn't faint; he simply persevered through sheer willpower.

"call--"

A distinctly loud breathing sound rang out, and standing in front of everyone was naturally the strongest Stone Pillar.

There was no time to treat his wounds; at this moment, as the eldest among the pillars, he had to step forward.

One must shoulder one's own responsibilities.

Now that things have come to this, is it still necessary to keep some cards up our sleeve?

With the determination to give everything, Mr. Xingming is ready to activate his markings.

Will doing this work?

He doesn't know either!

Even if they successfully awaken their markings, they might not be able to hold out until dawn—the difference between the two sides is quite obvious.

Even so, we must risk everything to gamble on a possibility.

He believed the other pillars would arrive in time, before he died.

At the same time, Shinobu Kocho, having come to her senses, arrived beside Gyomei.

She is also a pillar.

As the only pillar on the field who was not injured, how could he possibly back down?

Without the slightest hesitation or wavering, she resolutely stepped forward, fully aware that with her strength, even holding out for a minute would be a pipe dream.

that's the truth.

Without understanding the patterns and translucency, how could one possibly hold out for even a minute?

Fighting Muzan will only result in being instantly killed.

She understood, but when it came to the moment when fighting strength was most needed, Sister Shinobu would naturally not back down.

"We must hold Muzan off no matter what!"

Even though the ordinary, unremarkable team members were trembling uncontrollably, they still gripped their Nichirin Blades tightly.

Even if your legs are trembling uncontrollably from fear, you still have to move.

So what if we're weak?

Every second counts.

Every extra second allows the injured pillars to rest a little longer—no matter the cost, it's all worth it.

As for Muzan...

What we see before us is nothing more than a disgusting display of unity and the futile struggle of ants.

What good is it if there are many ordinary team members?

Whether it's dozens or hundreds, it can kill them all in the blink of an eye!

Just as Mr. Gyomei was about to awaken his mark, and as Shinobu was quietly preparing poison by turning her Nichirin Blade, a slightly hoarse but calm voice slowly rang out.

"That's really...unexpected..."