At that moment, the battle entered its most primitive, bloodiest stage.
There were no tactics, no dodging-only headlong charges and the resolve to trade lives for wounds.
"Flame Breathing, Ninth Form: Purgatory!"
Kyojuro Rengoku became a spiral of raging flame, the Bright Red Nichirin Sword in his hand leaving a burning slash deep enough to expose bone across Muzan's monstrous body. But before he could pull his blade free and retreat, several black bone whips lashed at him from every direction.
He dodged one, then two, but the third struck him hard across the back. The sharp barbs on the bone whip instantly tore through his flesh, nearly snapping his spine.
"Urgh!"
Kyojuro spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered. But he did not fall. Instead, he used that force to drive his blade deeper into Muzan's body, pinning the bone whip firmly in place with his own body to create a small opening for his comrades.
"Well done, Rengoku!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa flashed through the opening Kyojuro had created like a blue-green hurricane. "Wind Breathing, Eighth Form: Primary Gale Slash!" His spinning blade was like a meat grinder, utterly shredding a huge chunk of Muzan's flesh!
Muzan reeled in pain, and even more tentacles and blades surged madly toward Sanemi.
This was a race for their lives.
The swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps had to damage Muzan's body and drain his strength as much as possible before he adapted to the drug's effects and broke free of his restraints.
And Muzan Kibutsuji had to kill these damned ants before him, clinging to him like maggots burrowing into bone, before his own life was completely exhausted.
Squish!
There was a muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.
The Love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, severed several tentacles attacking the other