"Don't let your guard down, everyone... the smell of the poison mist hasn't completely faded!"
Looking at the poison mist still drifting around them, Tanjiro immediately cut off Zenitsu's question.
At that moment, the shattered Lotus Throne and ice shards refracted a wan glimmer in the dim light.
The air was filled with ice crystals and the strange smells left behind by the dispersing poison mist and demon blood.
Tanjiro's rapid breathing broke the brief silence of victory once again.
He abruptly looked around, his gaze sweeping over every exhausted yet exhilarated face.
"Where's Mr. Kirishima?!" Suddenly, Tanjiro's expression changed in alarm, his voice filled with incredulous panic. "He's not here with us!"
Those words were like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, instantly igniting their suppressed anxiety.
"What?!"
Rengoku's booming voice rang out anxiously as his eyes rapidly scanned the chaotic wreckage of the battlefield, alarm bells immediately ringing in his mind. "Young Kirishima hasn't regrouped with us?! Could he be..."
"Fighting Muzan... alone?!" The cold satisfaction of revenge on Shinobu Kocho's face froze instantly, replaced by overwhelming panic.
After all, how could an Upper Rank compare to the Demon King?!
"Damn it! That bastard!" Sanemi irritably kicked apart an ice pillar beside his foot, veins bulging at his temples. "Does he want to play the hero that badly? That's the Demon King!"
"Amitabha..." Gyomei Himejima's massive body leaned forward slightly, his silent tears flowing faster.
The chained flail in his hands gave a dangerous hum. "Benefactor Kirishima... is shouldering the greatest calamity for us... how compassionate... and how dangerous!"
"We must go immediately!" Giyu Tomioka was brief and to the point, his Water Wave Blade already sheathed.
As he did his utmost to steady his breathing, his body tensed like an arrow about to leave the