Muzan abandoned his human form.
The dark-purple mass of tumors swelled wildly under the domain's slashes. Seven hearts multiplied into seventy, and five brains split into fifty masses, scattering throughout every inch of newly grown flesh.
Ten meters. Twenty meters. Forty meters.
It kept growing.
The remaining space on the highest level of the Infinity Castle was packed full. Dark-purple flesh replaced the walls and ceiling. Tens of thousands of eyeballs rolled out of its folds, all staring at the man holding a blade in midair.
Yaha's domain was still running. The slashes never stopped. Every strike shredded hundreds of hearts and dozens of brains. But a second later, an equal number of new organs grew from deep within the flesh walls.
Muzan no longer needed to maintain his form. He only needed to survive these few dozen seconds.
The red text on the System Panel flickered.
[Vessel collapse countdown-12 seconds.]
Yaha could no longer feel pain in his left hand. From his fingertips to his wrist, charred-black cracks had devoured every nerve ending. He was still pouring out power. Not because he couldn't feel the pain, but because he couldn't stop.
If the domain faltered for even a tenth of a second...
Any heart inside that mass of flesh could become the seed of his rebirth, burrowing into a crack in the ground, escaping into a fold in space, and growing into a complete Muzan Kibutsuji three days later.
Not a chance.
Not even the slightest opening.
"Heh."
Laughter seeped out from deep within the forty-meter flesh wall. Warped and wet, like bubbles squeezed out of rotten mud.
"That hand of yours... it's already ruined, isn't it?"
Muzan's voice came from every eyeball at once, without direction or emotion. All that remained was a creature that had