"Raaagh!"
Demon King Tanjiro's rampage continued.
The fierce struggle within him left his attacks without any pattern, yet also made them more violent and unpredictable.
At times, he swung the Bone Whip, carving crisscrossing trenches into the earth; at others, he stopped abruptly and slammed his head painfully against the ground, as though trying to shake the other "thing" inside his brain right out.
This chaotic state confirmed Sasuke's judgment-Tanjiro's will was still fighting.
"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Kyojuro Rengoku roared as he blocked the flying rubble. "We can't hold out much longer! Everyone's at their limit!"
His words were the brutal reality.
Everyone present was already at the end of their strength. They remained standing only through sheer refusal to fall.
Against a tireless, perfect Demon King whose power was still rising, defeat was only a matter of time.
With Giyu Tomioka supporting him, Sasuke barely managed to sit upright. He looked at the predicament before him, at the boy struggling in agony, then at the companions around him whose faces were filled with despair and unwillingness to give up.
In his mind, a plan so wild it bordered on fantasy gradually took shape.
This plan required him to stake everything.
He would stake the last remnants of himself, as well as his companions' unreserved trust in him.
"I..." Sasuke's voice was still hoarse, but every word carried an unquestionable weight. "I can enter his mental world."
Everyone present was stunned by those words.
"Enter his mental world?" Kyojuro's eyes widened. This was completely beyond his understanding.
"Like... Enmu's Blood Demon Art?" Zenitsu asked, trembling.
"No, it's different." Sasuke shook his head, his weary Mangekyō Sharingan sweeping over everyone present. "I can directly interfere with his soul and help him fight Muzan's will."
The plan sounded