Damn the Demon Slayer Corps. Damn Matsushita Shousha.
In a Shadow World attached to reality, Muzan cursed as he struggled to break down the poison inside his body.
The Demon King wanted to break down the aging drug first.
But doing that required sufficient control over his body.
At the very least, he needed to be able to use his Blood Demon Art normally and exercise control at the cellular level.
And to regain control over his Blood Demon Art.
He first had to eliminate the third and fourth poisons.
Only now.
After a tremendous effort, had he barely managed to break down and metabolize all the concentrated toxins from Xia Xi and Doma inside him.
But before he could begin dealing with the aging poison in his body.
The Shadow World he occupied.
Suddenly began to tremble...
Hmm? What was going on?
He looked toward the three small-fry subordinates struggling to maintain their Blood Demon Art.
Clearly, they were having trouble sustaining it.
Just as even an excellent swimmer, after swimming more than ten kilometers underwater on a single breath.
Would need to surface for air.
Let alone someone using a Blood Demon Art to drag a monster countless times greater than himself in both mass and energy through the shadows.
Although Muzan very much wanted to stomp this subordinate's head underfoot and order him to keep running as hard as he could.
He also worried that doing so would cause the subordinate's Blood Demon Art to collapse completely.
In the end, he gave a cold snort.
And allowed him to dispel his Blood Demon Art for a few minutes to catch his breath.
Watching the moonlight fall upon him again, along with the trace amounts of ultraviolet light it contained.
Muzan began calculating.
*This far away, I should