After losing his head, Kokushibo's body did not crumble like those of the other demons they had killed.
The swordsmen cautiously closed in, surrounding him while deliberately keeping a safe distance.
Who knew whether Kokushibo might strike back before dying, like Gyutaro had, and effortlessly blow away the entire Entertainment District?
"Huff, huff..."
The three who had activated their Demon Slayer Marks breathed like three giant bellows. Every breath sounded as though they were about to cough up their lungs, making the others wince.
Two clear tears trickled down Gyomei Himejima's cheeks. "Don't worry. You won't have to suffer for much longer... Once we kill Muzan, we'll never have to activate our Demon Slayer Marks again."
Haruto could not explain it. Although it sounded and looked frightening, he did not actually feel any pain.
As blood flowed through his vessels, burning and aching from the intense heat, he actually felt a trace of coolness. His chest rose and fell as he silently thanked Tamayo once again.
Activating a Demon Slayer Mark was like lighting a fire inside the body that scorched it from within. Once lit, it could never be extinguished, and every subsequent activation piled more dry wood onto the flames.
Perhaps these drugs that turned the body demonic... were the clear spring water that could put out that raging fire.
Kokushibo, down on one knee after his head had been pulverized, was still reaching out to summon Kokushibo's Blade from where it had fallen.
"Fuck! He can still fight?! Is he even a demon?!"
Sanemi cursed furiously. Several more wounds had appeared on his face, leaving him looking particularly battered.
"Akaza! Akaza, the one we killed before, didn't die after we cut off his head either!"
Tanjiro said quietly, "Through the Transparent World, I could clearly see that