The ceiling of the entire fifth basement level let out a scream as it verged on collapse without warning.
It wasn't smashed through by external force, but rather an unimaginable, terrifying gravitational pull acting directly on the dozens of meters of thick concrete and steel structure.
The dome overhead was torn open like a giant hole dozens of meters in diameter by an invisible hand.
A massive amount of debris, soil, and twisted rebar poured down like a rainstorm, riddling the platform with holes.
Amidst the falling ruins, a slender figure clad in a black trench coat stepped onto a falling giant stone slab, descending slowly onto the platform.
His leather boots landed.
When the dust came within three feet of him, it was pushed away by an invisible repulsive force.
Yamada had one hand in his trench coat pocket and the other gripping the hilt of the Kusanagi Sword.
In the deep underground space, the Six Tomoe Rinnegan in his left eye and the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan in his right eye emitted an eerie light that made the soul tremble.
"You run quite fast. You even ate your own comrades as supplements. As a brain, you've certainly made the most of yourself."
Yamada looked at Kenjaku, who was holding the Prison Realm not far away, his tone calm.
Kenjaku's breathing stopped the moment Yamada landed.
Too strong.
Facing this man at close range, that tangible pressure made his body, which belonged to a special grade sorcerer, instinctively want to kneel and bow.
This was simply not a monster that the Jujutsu World could produce.
"You are one step too late."
Kenjaku suppressed the fear in his heart, clutching the Prison Realm to his chest as he slowly backed away, trying to merge into the shadows.
"The Culling Game has already started. All of Japan has become my hunting ground. Even if you kill me here, those awakened ancient Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits are enough to drag this country into hell."
"Oh? The Culling Game?"
Yamada was in no hurry to stop him. Instead, he raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Creating a cage for raising venomous insects and making everyone inside kill each other. Do you think this kind of child's play can cause me any trouble?"
Yamada unsheathed the Kusanagi Sword. Lightning danced wildly on the blade, casting bizarre lights and shadows across the dim subway station.
"I've left you alive until now just so you could dig out all these rats hiding in the dirt."
"Since you've already set the stage..."
Yamada raised the tip of his sword, pointing it at Kenjaku from afar.
"I will be responsible for burning this stage, along with you self-righteous players, into ash."
Maximum: Uzumaki!
Kenjaku knew that today would not end peacefully. He did not hesitate to release all the thousands of Cursed Spirits he had accumulated at once, turning them into a world-destroying torrent of Cursed Energy that blasted straight toward Yamada.
Under the cover of this strike, Kenjaku turned and fled, attempting to use a pre-arranged teleportation array to escape.
Faced with that Cursed Energy cannon capable of leveling a mountain, Yamada didn't even intend to dodge.
The light from the Six Tomoe Rinnegan in his left eye intensified.
Shinra Tensei!
Boom!!!
A storm of repulsive force instantly erupted.
The Maximum: Uzumaki, which had merged thousands of Cursed Spirits, was bounced back the way it came the moment it touched the barrier of Shinra Tensei.
Not just the Cursed Energy, but also the surrounding space and the collapsed rubble expanded outward wildly under this irresistible repulsive force.
"No!"
Kenjaku, who had only run a few steps, let out a desperate roar.
He was struck squarely in the back by his own attack combined with the repulsive force of Shinra Tensei.
Suguru's body instantly exploded into a mist of blood. Most of the flesh on his back was shaved away, revealing bone.
Kenjaku screamed as he fell into the ruins, the Prison Realm slipping from his hand and rolling aside.
Yamada strolled up to him, looking down from above at this conspirator who had been plotting for a thousand years.
"Your pathetic thousand-year scheme is, in my eyes, not even a passing joke."
"A thousand-year lifespan has given you the delusion that you can play with everyone in the palm of your hand."
Yamada's voice echoed through the empty, ruined platform with a bone-chilling coldness.
"Did you think that by starting the Culling Game and dragging all of Japan down with you, I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Kenjaku struggled to prop up his mangled torso with both arms.
His eyes stared fixedly at Yamada, the fear in them replaced by a desperate madness of being at the end of his rope.
Having lived for a thousand years, he had overcome countless desperate situations, but even when facing the Six Eyes in its prime, he had never been in such a pathetic state as today.
The man before him did not follow a single shred of logic.
"Arrogant fellow... Do you think you've already won!"
Kenjaku suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with Cursed Energy.
Dragging his half-crippled body, his hands formed seals with a dazzling speed.
"Even if I die, I'll drag you to hell with me!"
Boom!
A thick surge of Cursed Energy, seemingly converging all the malice in the world, erupted violently with Kenjaku as the center.
The quality of this Cursed Energy was so high that it even caused the surrounding collapsed rubble to levitate in mid-air.
"Domain Expansion!"
"Womb Profusion!"
The moment the words fell, the space of the fifth underground floor was completely rewritten.
Endless darkness swallowed the platform. A bizarre pillar of flesh, stitched together from countless severed limbs, twisted human faces, and internal organs, rose from the ground between them like a giant tree reaching into the sky.
At the top of the flesh pillar, a massive female face was letting out a silent wail.
This was Kenjaku's crowning masterpiece, a culmination of a thousand years of research into countless Jujutsu techniques—an open-type domain that did not close its boundaries.
The instant the domain expanded, the sure-hit rules were locked in.
Around the flesh pillar, tens of thousands of slashes condensed from high-density Cursed Energy, mixed with venom capable of corroding the soul, poured down toward Yamada from all directions like a world-ending rainstorm.
"Inside my Womb Profusion, turn into a pile of rotting mud!" Kenjaku roared at the top of his lungs from beneath the flesh pillar.
Facing this domain's ultimate kill that was sufficient to instantly shred a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, Yamada stopped in his tracks.
He looked up at the nauseating flesh pillar, his left eye's deep purple Six Tomoe Rinnegan and his right eye's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan emitting an eerie glow in the darkness.
"Domain?"
Yamada sneered, "A junkyard constructed with such inferior energy rules doesn't deserve to be called a domain."
Vroom!
Six pitch-black spheres emerged behind Yamada's back without warning.
Truth-Seeking Orb.
The power of all creation, formed by the fusion of all seven nature transformations of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, representing the most absolute physical and energy rules in this world.