Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 401 Overwhelming Muzan

Muzan did not sit idly by and wait for his death, nor did he try to get entangled with Tanjiro. He just wanted to escape to a place where the sunlight could not reach him.

In the few seconds that Tanjiro caught up, the dawn sun rose a little higher, its dazzling rays sweeping across the blood-red ice surface, making the skating rink shine like a red crystal, radiating a bright crimson light.

Muzan's steps never stopped; he simply used the tentacle-like flesh whips extending from his body to wildly lash around himself, attempting to force Tanjiro back.

But Tanjiro was willing to risk injury rather than back down.

Tanjiro's body was covered in hideous wounds from the whip, his skin and flesh were torn open. If Muzan hadn't been distracted from fighting and his stamina hadn't been depleted, the whip's attack would have killed him.

Tanjiro's sword continued to strike Muzan. Having experienced terror from the brink of death, Tanjiro's slashes were now far more powerful than usual. His blazing crimson blade severed Muzan's tentacles one by one, cutting deep into his armor-like flesh.

Even so, Muzan showed no intention of stopping, dragging Tanjiro along as he continued to flee forward.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth and slashed at Muzan again and again, barely holding on with the last breath he had left.

Using the sword technique continuously is putting too much strain on my body. Breathing is becoming increasingly difficult, and the air seems to be getting thinner and thinner. I can't keep going...

Tanjiro was on edge, not daring to relax even for a moment, for fear that he might collapse if he lost his balance.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, but he was determined not to let Muzan escape easily before the others arrived.

Tanjiro's vision was blurred by the blood dripping from his forehead, and his vision gradually turned black. His body gradually lost its sensation, and he could only swing the crimson sword on instinct.

Just as Tanjiro was becoming increasingly dazed, a fleshy whip lashed steadily toward his face. If nothing unexpected happened, even Gyomei Himejima's physique would not be able to escape unscathed from taking this blow head-on.

Tanjiro, who was in a daze, did not make any move to dodge, or rather, he did not even realize that the attack was coming.

Just as Tanjiro was about to be struck by the flesh whip, several claw-like slashes came from behind, severing the tentacle-like flesh whip and striking Muzan with tremendous force.

"Breathing of the Wind·Second Form·Claws·Koto Wind!"

Tanjiro's delaying tactics ultimately slowed Muzan down, and the group finally caught up with him during the time Tanjiro had desperately stalled for.

Sanemi Shinazugawa rushed to Tanjiro's side, taking the brunt of Muzan's tentacle attacks for him.

"Well done, Tanjiro!" A bold voice rang out from behind, and a cluster of fiery red hair caught Tanjiro's eye.

Seeing that Muzan was already entangled by the crowd, Shinobu Kocho hesitated for a moment before moving Tanjiro, who was still standing there numb, away from the battlefield.

"Leave the rest to us." After placing Tanjiro on the ice, Shinobu Kocho returned to the battlefield.

She helped Tanjiro because she was the weakest among them, and even if she faced Muzan, she might not be able to do much. If she didn't quickly take Tanjiro away from the battlefield as his consciousness was gradually fading, he might die from Muzan's struggling attacks.

She moved Tanjiro away from the battlefield and then returned to it because she believed that Ikuko could save him. Even though she knew her own strength was weak, she still wanted to do her part.

He was barely sixteen years old, yet he took on the greatest danger. Shinobu Kocho didn't want him to die like that.

"Damn it! Damn it! You bunch of harmful insects! Why do you keep bothering me?!" On the other side, Muzan, who was being chased and relentlessly pursued by the crowd, shouted furiously.

"Harm people? If anyone's harming people, it's you, right?" Obanai Iguro said calmly. "We're just harming ghosts at most."

Muzan's enormous size made him look like a small giant, as if he could easily kill them with a single slap.

But the thick flesh armor, forged to protect against the sun's erosion, did not frighten the crowd; instead, it excited them even more.

With this size, Muzan's speed was much slower, which is why he was easily caught up by Tanjiro after being held back.

Logically speaking, with Muzan's physique far exceeding that of a human, trying to shake off the pursuit of the others would be even more absurd than asking a human to race a leopard. They wouldn't even be able to see his back, let alone inhale his exhaust fumes.

However, due to Tamayo's poison, the physical exertion of the night, and the burden of his enormous size, Muzan's speed slowed down.

Perhaps the flesh armor would leave them helpless and unable to truly harm Muzan, but they didn't necessarily need to kill Muzan.

The rising sun was rapidly sliding across the ice at a speed of several meters per second, bringing a rosy glow.

Muzan was aware of this, so he shielded his head with his hands and ran forward, enduring the attacks of the crowd.

Although he had overcome the weakness of his neck, being decapitated by the Nichirin Blade would still have some impact, after all, he had not truly overcome the power of sunlight.

"Is this guy a monster?" Obanai Iguro was sweating profusely. Even at this point, he still had the strength to struggle and escape despite the attacks of so many of them.

It was completely beyond his comprehension.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

"Drink!" Suddenly, Himejima Gyomei roared, swinging his chains with a loud clanging sound as he flew towards Muzan.

Seeing this, everyone quickly retreated. The chain flew around Muzan once, struck Muzan's legs, and continued to wrap around them, finally tying a knot on his legs.

Affected by the chains, Muzan, who was running, felt his vision shift and fell forward.

"Not good!" Muzan's pupils contracted slightly. He subconsciously tried to prop himself up, but his massive body became his weakness, and he crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

"Well done!" Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight.

This is the last one!

Seeing Muzan stumble and fall to the ground, struggling desperately, almost everyone had that image in their minds.

The warm sunlight shone on everyone's backs, propelling them forward.

"Muzan Kibutsuji!!!" the crowd shouted as they ran toward Muzan Kibutsuji.

Muzan's long whip lashed out at the group, but the seemingly numerous tentacles were no match for the Pillars; each person could only manage two, as they were easily severed by their combined attack.

Before the tentacles could regenerate, the crowd used an extremely unseemly motion to pin Muzan, who was struggling to get up like a small giant, to the ground.

The weight of about ten people, plus Muzan's own weight, all pressed down on Muzan.

"Ah!!!" Muzan's eyes were filled with scarlet blood, turning his eyeballs red. The veins on his face bulged ferociously as he tried his best to get up.

The struggle was so great and so intense that the fingers even dug deep furrows into the ground.