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Yoriichi swung his blade with blinding speed.

Muzan was on the verge of tears.

His entire body was covered in wounds inflicted by the Crimson Blade.

Each cut burned as if he were being scorched by the sun.

Pain. Excruciating pain.

Muzan was truly cornered.

He needed to devour humans to heal.

Clang!

Once again, he shifted his location.

This time, Muzan appeared behind the Demon Slayer Corps.

A fleeting opportunity.

Without hesitation, his thorned tentacles lashed out, targeting the weaker Demon Slayers.

But even the so-called "weaker" ones had mastered Total Concentration Breathing.

The moment his attack fell, they reacted instantly, raising their Nichirin Blades to defend themselves.

The battle erupted.

Even in his wounded state, Muzan was overwhelmingly strong.

With just one direct clash, many Demon Slayers were gravely injured.

Seeing this, Muzan was ecstatic.

Ignoring the attacks from the others, he rushed toward the wounded Demon Slayers.

If he could consume them, his injuries would heal.

At that moment, Yoriichi also charged forward.

Looking at the wounded Demon Slayers, his fury boiled.

He recalled the question he once asked Muzan:

"What do you see life as?"

To a monster like Muzan, life was nothing more than a snack.

Yoriichi refused to let anyone die again.

He had let Muzan escape once before.

Every life Muzan took afterward was partly on his hands.

Being too kind, too gentle—it was a tragedy in its own way.

Yoriichi carried this guilt upon himself.

Even if it wasn't truly his fault.

Just as Muzan's attack was about to land—

Black portals opened beneath the wounded Demon Slayers.

One by one, they dropped in.

The portals vanished instantly.

Yoriichi knew. Ren Asakura had intervened.

Schlkk!

Yoriichi's crimson blade pierced through Muzan's last remaining heart.

"Damn it! There's no way I die here!"

A massive shockwave erupted.

Like the final, desperate struggle of a cornered beast, its force was so immense that even Yoriichi was blown away.

Muzan didn't stop. He bolted toward the other Demon Slayers.

But anyone who was seriously injured was instantly pulled into the black portals.

One by one, they were transported back to the Demon Slayer headquarters.

There, the entire medical team sprang into action.

The wounded were quickly wrapped in bandages.

Disinfect. Stop the bleeding. Treat the injuries.

The base was in full operation.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya looked at Ren Asakura, his eyes filled with gratitude.

If these severely injured Demon Slayer Corps members were devoured by Muzan, it could push the situation into a disastrous state.

"Thank you very much, Ren-sama."

Ren spoke softly, his voice filled with confidence.

"Don't worry. No one will die."

A cornered animal will fight back, let alone Muzan, who cherished his own life above all else.

Once Muzan realized he couldn't consume humans, he shifted his target—to the remaining Upper Moons.

Their bodies contained a vast amount of his blood.

If he devoured them, his injuries would undoubtedly heal.

The Upper Moons seemed to sense the impending danger and all turned to look at Muzan.

Clang!

In an instant, Muzan appeared beside them.

"A bunch of useless trash. Now return what I gave you!"

The Upper Moons instinctively tried to flee, but they couldn't escape Muzan's control.

The next moment, countless writhing masses of flesh surged forward.

Muzan forcibly fused with and consumed all six remaining Upper Moons.

Blood and flesh intertwined.

Red muscle fibers wove together, forming countless grotesque tentacles.

Ren Asakura watched this shocking scene unfold on the projection screen.

"What the hell, is this some kind of Cthulhu nightmare? My sanity's dropping fast! But this is probably just the classic second phase of a boss fight."

Yoriichi didn't care about any of that.

"Sun Breathing, Seventh Form: Beneficent Radiance!"

No matter what kind of monster stood before him, the solution was always the same—cut it down first and ask questions later.

Even after taking on such a horrifying form, Muzan still feared Yoriichi.

After all, Muzan was not some fearless demon.

A battle where he could die? He had no intention of fighting it.

As long as he survived, he could always recover.

Even if it meant sacrificing all of the Twelve Kizuki.

As long as Muzan doesn't die, the Twelve Kizuki will always return.

Clang!

Muzan vanished once again.

Ren Asakura watched this unfold and spoke softly.

"What a hassle... Guess I'll have to step in a little."

The next moment, a black hole appeared.

Ren Asakura casually pointed into it.

A single beam of light shot through, transforming into a bullet that instantly pierced and obliterated a woman playing a biwa on the other side.

This woman was the one controlling the Infinity Castle.

But she wasn't the later Biwa Demon, Nakime.

"All done. Now let's bring this to its climax. Time for the final battle."

Ren Asakura snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the entire Infinity Castle was torn apart.

Everyone was transported to the surface.

Including the countless demons that had been inside.

Muzan had now entered an unprecedented state of ravenous hunger.

The wounds Yoriichi had inflicted on him were simply too severe.

He needed to devour more demons.

Before the surrounding demons could even react, Muzan had already begun consuming them.

Countless writhing tentacles surged and squirmed.

This couldn't go on.

If it did, Muzan would only grow stronger.

Yoriichi swung his crimson blade, instantly slicing through countless tentacles.

The other Demon Slayers joined in.

Flames, torrents of water, and razor-sharp wind blades tore through the massive, tumor-like mass that was Muzan's body.

Whenever a Demon Slayer could no longer endure, a black hole would swallow them up, pulling them back to the Demon Slayer Corps' base for treatment.

Yoriichi felt something was off.

Even after transforming into this grotesque and massive form, Muzan continued devouring endlessly.

Like a gluttonous beast that could never be satisfied.

"Something's not right..."

Yoriichi's brow furrowed slightly.

The next moment, his suspicions were confirmed.

Muzan's bloated mass of flesh suddenly exploded.

It was eerily reminiscent of the time he had previously attempted to escape.

But this time, it was different.

After consuming so many demons, the number of flesh chunks created from his explosion had grown to a staggering 3,000.

Muzan was willing to go to any lengths to survive.

After witnessing Yoriichi's overwhelming strength and terrifying power, Muzan had completely lost the will to fight back.

Escape. That was his only goal.

No matter what it took, he had to escape.

Even if it meant consuming his own creations.

Even if it meant becoming an unspeakably hideous abomination.

This was an unimaginable humiliation.

No one had expected this.

No one thought that the terrifying Demon King would flee so desperately.

As long as even a single piece of his flesh escaped...

Muzan would survive.

He would rest for a few hundred years.

And once Yoriichi was dead, he would rise again.

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