The Demon King had broken free. The final fight to the death was on the verge of erupting.
"Flame Breathing, Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!"
The first to attack was Kyojuro Rengoku.
Like a burning meteor, he met the rampaging Muzan head-on without the slightest hesitation or fear. His Nichirin Blade had already turned bright red, and now it seemed to burn as he slashed forth a roaring tiger of flame.
Clang!
The Bright Red Nichirin Sword collided heavily with the Bone Whip Muzan swung, unleashing a piercing metallic crash.
Kyojuro felt an irresistible force surge through his blade. The web of his hand split open instantly from the impact, but he did not retreat even half a step.
He clearly saw that his Bright Red Nichirin Sword had left a deep wound in Muzan's Bone Whip, with black smoke rising from it. The flesh around the wound writhed violently, yet still failed to regenerate!
It worked!
"Everyone!" Kyojuro's voice rang across the battlefield like a great bell. "Don't give up! Pour your will, your lives, and your desire for victory into your blades! Grip them with all your strength! Let them feel your warmth and resolve!"
His voice was like a flame, igniting everyone's fighting spirit.
Sanemi Shinazugawa was the first to respond. He remembered his younger brother dying in his arms, remembered the Corps members mercilessly slaughtered by Demons, and a savage fury rose from the depths of his heart.
"Shut up! I know that without you telling me!"
He roared, the muscles in both arms knotting as he gripped his Nichirin Blade with enough force to nearly crush its hilt. "Wind Breathing, Fourth Form: Rising Dust Storm!"
He launched a ferocious upward slash. During a crossing attack with Kyojuro, their blades inevitably collided with tremendous force.
Clang!
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