Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Chapter 390 There's no need to fight to the bitter end.

Succeeded?

Seeing Yuko's helpless expression, Muzan's eyes widened slightly.

Could it be that? !

"Drink!" Just as the two giant mouths at the tip of the tentacle were about to bite Yuko's head, a delicate shout came from the side.

Immediately afterwards, a strange, slender Nichirin Blade appeared in Muzan's eyes, piercing through the two flesh whips like a string.

The meat that was almost in his mouth flew further and further away, making Muzan's brain throb with rage.

"Ah!" Muzan suddenly went berserk, whipping his whip around himself.

Yuko chose to temporarily avoid the confrontation, pulling Shinobu Kocho along as they drew their swords and retreated.

The more Muzan causes trouble now, the less strength he will have to resist at dawn, so Yuko is happy to see this scene.

From the very beginning, Yuko never imagined the scene of suppressing Muzan from beginning to end.

Even with the combined power of the Pillars, it would be difficult to accomplish such a thing.

Muzan was right about one thing: it's only natural that demons would win in a battle against humans.

With the exception of Yoriichi, the demons are stronger than humans in terms of raw power.

Even disregarding the advantage of regeneration, the Blood Demon Art and the improvement in physical attributes far surpass those of humans.

Therefore, a common scene is that a human swordsman fighting a ghost will lose an arm or leg if he is accidentally grazed.

Not to mention that what they were facing was the progenitor of ghosts that had existed in the world for thousands of years.

Their strength is self-evident; they could never win in a one-on-one situation.

Well, Yoriichi is an exception.

Perhaps Yoriichi back then could have sliced ​​Muzan's body to smithereens in an instant, but...

Centuries later, only sunlight can solve his problem.

Therefore, the Demon Slayer Corps has only one objective.

Hold them off.

We must hold them off at all costs.

The sky was already beginning to lighten, and dawn would likely arrive within half an hour.

It wasn't just the Demon Slayer Corps members who were acutely aware of time and daylight; Muzan was also well aware of it.

The dim light of dawn brought Muzan a strong sense of crisis.

There isn't much time left for him.

Muzan repaired his tattered body, the wound on his chest progressing very slowly due to the burning from the cinnabar blade.

Although it was not obvious, Muzan still noticed it.

The ability to suppress regeneration has become stronger.

It was because the woman's strength had recovered that the effects of the Crimson Blade had become stronger.

If she were to regain her strength, perhaps the scene from hundreds of years ago, when she faced that monster, would repeat itself.

A body unable to regenerate under the influence of the Crimson Blade.

"Hmm?" Muzan suddenly realized something and glanced at his arms. He saw that the fleshy, whip-like arms were now in disarray, revealing a patch of decaying purple skin.

It's the poison of wisteria flowers.

That strange blade?

Muzan clicked his tongue. This kind of painless toxin would naturally have no effect on him, but it would require him to expend extra energy to break it down.

Although the exertion was far less than that of a single strenuous exercise, it still greatly displeased Muzan.

It's better that the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps are dead, as expected.

One after another, they're as annoying as flies.

"Thanks, Shinobu." Yuko stood in the pool of blood in the distance and smiled at Shinobu.

Shinobu Kocho smiled slightly: "Even if I didn't keep up, Ikuko would have a way, right?"

Yuko didn't deny it, but calmly looked at Muzan without any intention of stepping forward.

Seeing this, Muzan's pitch-black fingernails dug into her flesh, dripping blood.

Delay the time.

These guys can buy time, but he can't.

With no more than half an hour until dawn, a decision must be made.

Fifteen minutes, stay for another fifteen minutes, and if you haven't eaten the woman by then, retreat immediately.

If he has enough time, he can instantly split into thousands of pieces and easily burrow underground to escape the encirclement of the crowd.

At worst, I'll just hide and never come out again, and try to find out how that woman overcame the sunlight, and then overcome it through other means to become a perfect being.

Muzan thought of the blue spider lily; if nothing unexpected happened, that should be it.

He was just unlucky; despite having asked so many ghosts to help him search, this woman found him instead.

……

correct!

Muzan's eyes suddenly lit up; he realized there was no need to fight this woman to the bitter end.

If we can manage to bite into her and obtain her cells and memories, we can find the location of the spider lily.

If it were just a little flesh and cells, Muzan was confident he could suppress the consciousness within Yuuko's cells.

There is a gap between them, but they haven't completely surpassed each other yet, and winning by a larger scale is possible.

This is the only solution.

Faced with a life-or-death choice, Muzan ultimately chose to compromise, just as he had not had the courage to lose everything hundreds of years ago.

But then, Muzan seemed to realize something, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

Why didn't he think of that back then?!

Yuuko didn't notice Muzan's unusual behavior.

Well, forget it.

There's no point in regretting it now.

He was willing to pay any price, just to devour a few cells from that woman's body—just a little would do. Muzan was confident in that.

Once you get your hands on it and put it in your mouth, you immediately retreat.

As Muzan slowly calmed his exhausted strength, the Pillars who had been blasted into the ruins crawled out one by one.

"Ptooey!" Uzui Tengen spat out a pebble and muttered, "Is that guy a monster?"

Even at this point, they still have that much energy left.

Their stamina is monstrous; I can't even imagine how I could defeat them.

The woman's brother had almost begged for food by Muzan before, and Uzui Tengen couldn't help but find the thought absurd.

A monster that can beg for food all by itself? And it's all thanks to sunlight! What kind of thing is it anyway?

Really human?

He asked at the time, "Do you mean that even if these people have activated their markings, they are not as good as your brother?"

All I got in return was a disdainful look.

Without her saying anything, Yuuko's voice naturally appeared in Tengen's mind.

"Who do you think you are, little cookie?"

After clearing his jumbled thoughts, Uzui Tengen quickly dusted himself off and walked out of the ruins with his Nichirin Blade in hand.

The result was another round of complaints.

"What's going on here?" He stared blankly at the scene, which resembled a lake made of blood.

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

The pool of blood beneath my feet was above my instep, but it wasn't thick like blood; instead, it was like some kind of clear, reddish water.

If I remember correctly, it should be Yuuko's Blood Demon Art, but I didn't expect it to have expanded to this extent.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, everyone searched for Muzan and Yuuko.

"Lord Uzui! Over there!" The hidden swordsmen pointed towards the crowd.