At Shinobu Kocho's venomous declaration, the flesh writhing and struggling inside the bag instantly went stiff and still, like a genuine lump of rotten meat.
Muzan chose the most abject survival strategy: playing dead. Right now, he could do nothing else.
Faced with absolute suppression and the endless torment to come... what could he do, gravely wounded and dying as he was?
He dared not let even a flicker of consciousness escape, shutting himself off completely, like a fish on the chopping block that had given up struggling.
"Everyone, get ready! Watch your footing. I'm sending you out!"
As a Kasugai Crow carrying a talisman relayed Yushiro's voice, Nakime's Blood Demon Art, the Infinity Castle, was successfully taken over.
Driven by his clumsy but determined will, the Infinity Castle's warped spatial structure began to groan under the strain. Walls of flesh peeled away, and wooden structures collapsed and reassembled.
After a violent spatial tremor, dazzling sunlight suddenly pierced the darkness, and everyone finally returned to the surface after their long absence.
For Muzan, the next few days painted a true picture of hell.
Shinobu Kocho made full use of her expertise as the Insect Hashira, taking turns administering the demon-targeting neurotoxins and cell-destroying agents she had developed throughout her life.
Every drop of poison landed precisely on the writhing flesh inside the bag, triggering silent yet violent spasms.
As a result, Shinobu Kocho's laboratory stayed brightly lit day and night, like a city that never slept.
She even immersed the bag in a specially prepared poison bath, making every piece of Muzan's flesh undergo regeneration and disintegration over and over.
Pain battered Muzan's sealed consciousness like a tide, nearly tearing his last remnant of self apart.
During the day, the bag was hung in the courtyard beneath the blazing midday