The upper moons were looking at your dead body. The upper moons killed you off, since you were a demon slayer. They were proud of themselves cause they killed a powerful demon slayer.

Douma: “Haha!~ That demon slayer was weak.”

Akaza: “This once, I agree.”

Gyokko: “Hehe!~ This is fun.”

Hantengu: Randomly crying

Kokushibo: Sigh “Stop yelling.”

Daki: “Hm.. That demon slayer was pretty, but not like me.”

Gyutaro: “Your right, sister.”