At the other end of the Infinity Castle, the battle was reaching a fever pitch.
Gyomei Himejima's Meteor Hammer and iron axe whipped up a storm of destruction, Sanemi Shinazugawa's blade was like a frenzied beast, and Muichiro Tokito's sword was as swift as streaming sunset clouds. Three elite Hashira who had awakened their Demon Slayer Marks were launching a furious assault on Muzan Kibutsuji from three directions.
Yet Muzan was even more frenzied than they were.
He had already abandoned his human form. Several bone whips covered in blades had sprouted from his upper body, each swing carrying a shriek that tore through space. His attacks had no pattern whatsoever. He simply traded injury for injury, relying on his terrifying regenerative ability, far beyond that of the Upper Ranks, to keep inflicting wounds on the three Hashira.
"You annoying flies! Are you that eager to die?!"
Grinning viciously, Muzan lashed a bone whip hard at Sanemi Shinazugawa. His expression was full of mockery and cruelty, as though he were enjoying a hunt whose outcome had long since been decided.
Killing them was only a matter of time.
Once I finish off these strongest Hashira, I'll deal with that brat who uses "Sorcery." Kokushibo should have already...
Just then, Muzan's movements stalled for an instant without warning.
The vicious grin froze on his face.
That powerful presence, as familiar as a part of his own body for over four hundred years, had just vanished from this world completely.
Severed.
His connection to Kokushibo, that absolute control born of his blood, had been severed.
Dead?
Kokushibo... was dead?
The thought struck the very core of Muzan's mind like the most vicious curse.
How was that possible?!
*That was Kokushibo! The strongest Demon under his command, the only masterpiece to perfectly combine