Gojo Satoru, who was helping to transport civilians in the subway, felt the cursed spirits swarming outside, and his face instantly changed dramatically.
He looked at the crowd behind him. Although he didn't understand what was happening, he could only imagine the worst-case scenario.
In this narrow underground structure, both [Cang] and [He] could cause the collapse of load-bearing structures and bury people alive.
Therefore, his only option was to pull the cursed spirit out of the area of extreme expansion without being affected by the surrounding crowd.
And Itadori, who was still fighting Sukuna on the ground, felt the massive explosion of cursed spirits. Just as he assumed a stance to deal with them, the suddenly revitalized Ryomen Sukuna burst out, grabbed his head with one hand, and slammed it into the ground, furiously dragging him forward.
Ryomen Sukuna, who had regained his majestic new power, had a terrifying face like a devouring evil ghost. His entire body was filled with arrogance and hostility. He choked Itadori and said with a bright smile:
"Kid! Don't get distracted during a fight! Weren't you just going crazy?!"
The first-grade sorcerer Kusakabe, who had come to assist, saw the two figures being dragged for thousands of meters. He could only stand there, full of terror and confusion for a while.
At the same time, the tide of cursed spirits behind him was wrapped in a sky full of blood and flesh fragments and a deafening, distorted roar, rolling in like a black tide of a collapsing embankment. The cold, fishy wind first touched his mouth and nose, and layers of claws and blood seemed to reach him in the next second.
He didn't even have half a moment to think. He could only rely on his instinct to panic, adjust his starting style of the new Yin-Yang stream, tightly close his eyes, and compress all his cursed energy and sword training into his body, inevitable to slash the strongest sword of his life.
But before the sword was even drawn, the roar and noise in his ears suddenly returned to dead silence.
The moment Kusakabe blankly opened his eyes, a majestic positive energy shook from the highest point of Shibuya, spread out in all directions like ripples, and in an instant enveloped Shibuya and even half of Tokyo.
The cursed spirits were pressed to the ground by this fluctuation of positive energy, unable to breathe for a while. But the sorcerers, who were human, were not affected at all.
At the same time, at the highest point of Shibuya, Nishida Kagetatsu drove his sword into the ground of the high platform. His majestic, unparalleled spiritual power continued to spread along the blade, instantly covering all of Tokyo, suppressing the tens of millions of cursed spirits released by Kenjaku.
Seeing this scene, Kenjaku's heart first trembled, then his entire face twisted into something terrifying and hideous, and he sharply roared at Kagetatsu:
"Why! Why don't you just kill me?! Why don't you go all out?!"
Faced with her hysterical questions, Kagetatsu didn't answer a word. He slowly walked toward her, and his fingertips lightly touched her forehead.
"Goodbye."
Almost simultaneously, Demon Head Kijuro, in the Yasukuni Shrine restroom, felt Kenjaku's death. He realized that Kagetatsu had suppressed the cursed spirits across Tokyo.
Realizing that the other party had completely deviated from the plan, monstrous rage instantly corroded his mind. But now he had no room to maneuver, so he could only hastily prepare for battle.
He lowered his eyes, glanced at the fragment of the Black Dragon King, casually tossed it aside, and instead picked up a fragment belonging to the Great Demon King Beast, Maga Orochi.
"I can only use you?"
A low internal conversation escaped his throat, and his eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
In the next moment, he slightly turned his fingertips, and a sharp snap of his fingers cut through the dead air inside the barrier.
Behind him, the evil politicians locked in karma, like puppets on strings, did not hesitate to commit suicide. Their hot blood slid across the cold ground, rushing toward the fragment he had pressed into the earth, completely fertilizing it.
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Kusakabe blankly stared at the astonishing sight before him. His mind was empty. He couldn't understand the current situation at all. Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder. He instantly felt a pressure, and before he could think for half a second, he drew his backhand and struck with all his might.
Facing the peak of his life, known as the "strongest" first-grade sorcerer, Nishida Kagetatsu merely raised his wrist and extended two fingers to block it. The blade, wrapped in thousands of cursed energies, suddenly stopped in the air, not advancing an inch.
In the face of Kusakabe's attack, Kagetatsu subconsciously emitted a trace of momentum, which instantly made Kusakabe break out in cold sweat. He didn't even want to hold the knife in his hand. He staggered back a full five meters.
After Kagetatsu glanced at the knife he had dropped on the ground, he subconsciously said:
"Good knife. Can I borrow it next time? My knife is being used to suppress cursed spirits, and now I'm suffering without a weapon, unable to fight with old friends."
Kusakabe, who was as tense as a fried hair, relaxed. Hearing the key words, he was very surprised and asked:
"Suppress cursed spirits? Wait! Is that what you did?"
Looking in the direction of Kusakabe's finger, Kagetatsu walked past the cursed spirits pinned to the ground and unable to move, then pinched the tip of the blade with two fingers, returned the saber to Kusakabe, and slowly said:
"It's just a vulgar man."
Kusakabe took the saber, his thoughts quickly turned, and he instantly reacted, asking:
"Are you Kagetatsu?"
"It seems I'm still quite famous among you."
After confirming the other party's identity, Kusakabe's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, shocked:
Although he had never heard much about that side, Satoru Gojo immediately took him as the strongest monopoly as soon as he made a move.
Subsequently, Kusakabe hurriedly took the saber in both hands and bowed to him, hastily asking about the next plan.
"Great, finally someone's got a handle on things! Lord Kagetatsu, what should we do next? There are many particularly strong monsters. Do you want to deal with them?"
"They are my old friends. I just didn't have a knife in my hand. I was still thinking about what to do, but thank you."
Taking Kusakabe's knife, Kagetatsu glanced at Yuji Itadori and Ryomen Sukuna, who were still fighting fiercely nearby, and ordered:
"My sealing technique will probably last for an hour. The scale of this strike is too large. It's still too difficult to kill all the cursed spirits at once without accidentally injuring anyone. I can only suppress them, not destroy them."
Listening to Kagetatsu's words, the corners of Kusakabe's mouth twitched involuntarily. Wasn't it impossible to kill nearly tens of millions of cursed spirits across Tokyo all at once? But he was afraid of accidental injury?
He could also use a knife to suppress the cursed spirits of all of Tokyo. Is the other party really human?
Perhaps the gap between him and Gojo Satoru was much larger than the gap between Gojo Satoru and ordinary sorcerers? No wonder he was a reincarnated being. If this was a thousand years ago, he was truly a person who could be considered a god.
"Yes, Lord Kagetatsu. We will do our best to evacuate the civilians."
"Alright, let's go." After a short pause, Kagetatsu straightened his waist and headed toward the center of the battlefield.
"Then let's find the old friend first. Let's go."
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