Although the sudden nighttime rain had disrupted their original plan, leaving Chinatsu and the others unable to calculate exactly when the sun would emerge, Muzan had also lost his sense of time.
At that moment, Muzan resembled Kokushibo in his third form. Kokushibo could use his Blood Demon Art to grow sharp blades all over his body, but with Bright Red Nichirin Swords sticking out of him from head to toe, Muzan looked even more menacing.
Every Bright Red Nichirin Sword embedded in Muzan embodied the blood, sweat, and tears the members of the Demon Slayer Corps had poured into killing him.
Searing, piercing, scalding...
Muzan wanted to escape, but couldn't. He wanted to blow himself apart, but couldn't manage that either. And in a head-on fight, he apparently couldn't win.
"You bastard!!!"
"You're about to go to hell. Can't you behave yourself?"
Muzan raged helplessly at Chinatsu, but it was as useless as ever. Meanwhile, her sharp tongue continued its relentless assault.
Gritting his teeth, Muzan tried to unleash White Thunder Impact for a fourth time. But just as he prepared to do so, the dazzling sun finally broke free of the dark clouds, spilling warm sunlight down through them.
"What?!!!"
Muzan whipped his head around to look at the sky. Just a single shaft of sunlight touched him, and he couldn't help screaming in agony.
He abandoned any thought of charging his shock wave. Terrified of death, he unleashed every last bit of energy in his body, nearly blasting away Chinatsu, who still held the Bright Red Nichirin Sword embedded in him.
"Let... go of me!!!"
Muzan's voice grew increasingly shrill. His eyes rolled back as he raised his head and roared hideously.
*No... no... I can't let any more sunlight touch me... grow more flesh... protect my