"His body was already ancient, and he was still constantly using energy to repair the effects of aging..."
After putting a little distance between them and Muzan, Haruto murmured to Gyomei Himejima, "If he keeps aging like this, either the coming sunrise or his body collapsing under its own age will be enough to send him to his grave..."
"And what we need to do now is-"
Both lowered their heads and said in unison, "Hold him here!"
They had to find some way to pin Muzan in place when the sun rose!
"We can't widen our attack range! We have to stay close! Otherwise, these thorns will wear us down until we die!"
Haruto leaped forward and severed a thorn aimed at Obanai Iguro's back. As another lashed toward him, he sprang off the ground, touched a toe to the thorn, and raced toward Muzan.
"Takanashi!"
Muzan roared, more black-blood thorns erupting from his arms and back, writhing wildly as they shot toward Haruto.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After several rapid strikes, Haruto barely managed to knock the thorns aside with the back of his blade and reached Muzan.
Within the Transparent World, he finally saw how many hearts and brains Muzan had inside him.
Five brains and seven hearts, all capable of moving freely through his body at his will. That was why decapitation did nothing to him.
"The very existence of a creature like you is an insult to the natural order..."
With Muzan just inches away, Haruto's lips curled into a slight smile.
Clang!
His raised blade collided with a swinging thorn, scattering a dazzling shower of sparks.
Haruto pivoted, ducked beneath a sweeping thorn, and slashed upward at an angle, carving a long gash across Muzan's back with a ripping sound.
Just as before, the wound