Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"It has absolutely no depth."

On a high platform not far away, Yayoi leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed, looking in the direction where Muzan had fled. She sneered, "He just figured out where the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was, and then he dared to provoke Ubuya Shiki right under his nose. He deserved to be blown two miles away by explosives."

As she spoke, Yayoi reached out and grabbed a hapless swordsman who was stuck on the ground for a long time, then casually tossed him onto the platform next to her.

The swordsman was dazed and confused after the fall. As soon as he got up, he met Yayoi's scarlet eyes. He was so frightened that he trembled all over. He gripped the Nichirin Blade, the only thing that gave him a sense of security, tightly in his hand. He shouted to encourage himself and slashed at Yayoi.

"Are you an idiot?" Yayoi looked at the swordsman who was charging towards her, shouting and yelling, with a pale face.

"Turn around and get away from me. I don't have time to play house with a lunatic like you."

The swordsman who was launching an attack just a second ago suddenly found himself stiffening and turning around, moving away from Yayoi.

Now that the fight has started, we need to keep an eye on Kokushibo, that meat grinder. If we let him out, what will the Demon Slayer Corps use to fight?

As Yayoi moved toward the kendo dojo, she brainwashed the demons she encountered along the way.

"The gods need the loyalty of you ants."

"Go, kill your own kind, and prove your worth to the gods."

"Only those who survive are qualified to remain in the Infinite City."

The bewitched ghost's eyes instantly became dull, it nodded woodenly, and then roared as it pounced on another ghost on a nearby platform.

Like the first domino falling, in a short time, demons with strength comparable to the Lower Moon appeared all over the Infinite City, tearing and killing each other.

The Demon Slayer Corps members, who were still dizzy from the fall, got up and were completely dumbfounded by the absurd scene of demons fighting each other.

"What...what's going on?"

"They've started fighting amongst themselves? What do we do?"

Nobody knows the answer, but nobody will waste this opportunity.

Using the mentally unstable, eccentric demon as human shields, the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen began their unbridled extermination of demons, advancing deeper into the territory.

In the deepest part of the Infinite Castle, Nakime sat upright, holding her biwa in front of her, her fingertips resting on the strings.

There was a talisman stuck to her forehead, the one that Tamamo-no-Mae had left for her several months ago.

The existence of the talisman filtered out all the real terrain changes in the Infinity Castle that Nakime could see, turning them into false images that were continuously shared with Muzan.

At the same time, all the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen wearing the talisman clearly saw a panoramic map of the Infinity Castle in their minds—marking out where the demons were, where the dead ends were, and where the route led to Muzan's core area, as clearly as if it were an open book.

Zheng—

A single, soft pluck of the pipa string.

The team members, who had been falling in all directions, were caught safely on platforms and teleported to their respective target areas according to the terrain.

"Nakime! What are you doing!"

Akaza's furious roar echoed through the space, filled with barely suppressed rage, "Send me there! You ants..."

Nakime ignored him.

With another flick of his fingertips, the pipa melody shifted, and three figures appeared out of thin air in front of Akaza.

Kanae Butterfly, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Kanao Tsukihana.

The three female swordsmen landed steadily, drew their swords at the same time, and pointed the blades at Upper Moon Three in front of them.

Akaza clenched and unclenched his fists, his face extremely grim.

He despised hitting women above all else; it was a principle ingrained in his very being.

"Nakome! Have you lost your mind?!"

Akaza was furious. He looked up and roared at the void, but no one responded.

Kanae gripped her Nichirin Blade and declared war on Akaza, "Akaza, today is your death day."

"Flower Breathing - Form 5 - Fruitless Peony!"

Mitsuri also made her move at the same time, her soft blade whipping out like a long whip, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound: "Breath of Love - Second Form - Regretful Love - Wavering!"

Two attacks came at the same time, and Akaza could only dodge to the side, his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, but he still refused to take the initiative to fight back.

This fight was extremely frustrating; he could only rely on his agility to dodge and occasionally parry, even deliberately holding back his strength when counterattacking.

Kanae and Mitsuri are both Pillar-level fighters, and Kanao is also waiting for an opportunity to strike, so their teamwork is excellent.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Kanae seized the opportunity when Akaza dodged, and with a flash, her blade drew a beautiful arc.

"Flower Breathing - Land Form - Wakumo!"

A flash of cold light.

Akaza's head flew high into the air and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Did we win??" Mili gasped for breath, still somewhat incredulous.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the headless body on the ground began to move.

The fleshy growths on his neck were throbbing, and it looked like his head was about to grow back.

"Watch out! He's not dead yet!" Kanae's expression hardened.

Just then, a very faint phantom appeared deep within Akaza's soul.

The girl in the kimono had gentle eyes and was pleading with Akaza with tears in her eyes: "Mr. Komaji, please don't continue."

The neck, which was regenerating rapidly, suddenly stopped.

Komaji looked at his lover with shock in his eyes.

Subsequently, Komaji regained his memories, which had been erased by Muzan, and hugged Koyuki, crying uncontrollably.

He repeatedly berated himself for his incompetence, for failing to protect her.

"It's alright, Mr. Komaji, that's enough."

To Kanae and the others, Akaza suddenly stopped regenerating and began to self-destruct with a force several times stronger than when he fought them. In just a few seconds, his body became tattered and mangled.

Akaza's body stopped recovering, and his soul, after being comforted by Koyuki time and time again, returned to Komaji wearing his training uniform.

Komaji took Renyuki's hand, and the two walked together toward the raging inferno.

Lianxue willingly accompanies her lover to atone for her sins.

On the other side, Muzan was practically cursing in exasperation.

First, he was inexplicably attacked with explosives outside the Ubuyashiki residence, and just as he recovered, he was stabbed in the waist by that woman Tamayo.

She's shameless! She's dirty! She drugged me!

Then he was strung together and pinned to the spot by a low-level demon's blood demon magic, and was surrounded and hacked by a swarm of ants.

If it weren't for Nakime's quick thinking in pulling everyone into the Infinite Castle, he would have been completely entangled.

"Once tonight is over, I'll wipe out this bunch of Demon Slayer Corps trash, and Nezuko will be mine."

"I will definitely be the only perfect creature in this world!"

Muzan muttered to himself in a sinister tone, just as he was about to shift his focus to check the battle situation, when a message popped into his mind.

Akaza, death.

Muzan: "?"

Chapter 217 Yes, that's right, we wanted to launch a bloody battle at this time.

Muzan was stunned for a long time, almost thinking that he had received a fake message because of a bad signal.

Akaza, who was so powerful, is dead?!

Is this reasonable? !

Before Muzan could recover from the shock, another piece of bad news arrived.

Doma, death.

Muzan was so angry that he almost smashed the fleshy ball that was covering him on the spot.

Oh shit!

I definitely won't be hiring love-struck guys next time!

One by one, they're all complete bastards!

Isn't it just that his wife came to call him personally? He already has an infinite lifespan, how many wives can't he find?

No sense of contract! No ambition! Bah!

Doma truly brought about his own downfall.

When Nakime brought Kyojuro, Inosuke, Masachika, and Shinobu Kocho into her Paradise Cult, she still had time to greet them.

"Oh dear, we have a few more guests."

Doma waved his fan, a perpetually insincere smile on his face.

As usual, he first toyed with his prey. Doma pinned Inosuke, who was wielding dog-chewed twin swords, to the ground and snatched his hood.

Upon seeing Inosuke's face, Doma removed the fan that had been pressed against Inosuke's neck, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

You look kind of familiar~

Inosuke was completely bewildered. He broke free from Doma and slashed Doma's eye with his sword, yelling, "What nonsense are you spouting! Take this!"

Kyojuro's Nichirin Blade followed closely behind, its flames blazing: "Breath of Flame - First Form - Shiranui!"

Kuang Jin also attacked from the side, wielding the sword technique of Breath of the Wind, his blade whistling fiercely.

Facing the attack from both of them, Douma was at ease. While fanning himself and releasing ice crystals, he slowly told the story of Kotoha, how she escaped into the Elysium Cult, how she discovered his secret of eating people, and how she was eventually eaten by him.

Shinobu Kocho remained on the periphery, avoiding a direct confrontation with Doma. Taking advantage of the opportunities created by Kyojuro and Masahiro, she secretly stabbed Doma several times.

Doma didn't take the injury seriously at all; in the Upper Moon's regenerative abilities, this little injury was nothing.

But as the fight went on, Doma realized something was wrong.

The Blood Demon Art was becoming increasingly sluggish, its recovery speed was getting slower and slower, and all the strength in his body was gradually being drained away.

"Oh dear... something seems off."