Rumble, rumble! Rumble, rumble!
Deafening roars echoed through the sky.
Endless smoke and dust billowed, faintly revealing towering flames and rampaging lightning.
"AAAAHHHH..."
Sukuna's miserable wails rang out continuously.
Enough to send chills down one's spine.
Whoosh, whoosh!
After an unknown amount of time.
With a howling gale, Sukuna's figure emerged once more.
At this moment.
Not a single patch of good flesh remained on his entire body.
He had completely lost the bearing of the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer from a thousand years ago.
But just then.
Several powerful auras approached from all directions.
"Hahaha, what do we have here?"
"Sukuna, look at you now?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, the King of Curses in such a sorry state. This is a first."
"King of Curses? Just a little guy who just stepped into the Heretic God level without the Serpent's help."
Amidst various voices, figures radiating powerful auras appeared one after another nearby.
"So many Heretic God-level beings?"
Seeing all this, Utaha's pupils shrank deeply.
However.
She didn't panic at all.
Because...
With a flash of light.
The door of the Jujutsu Service Club was pushed open.
Esdeath led the way, her dangerously fanatical gaze fixed on the strange figures before her.
Saeko's eyes were filled with killing intent: "So many powerful ones to cut down."
Kisara licked her lips, her gaze deep: "Looks like we won't have to fight over them."
On the other side, Nobara and the other two were on high alert.
For them.
These monsters before them were a bit beyond their scope.
But they were not afraid.
They could sense that their master's gaze was fixed on this place.
He could descend at any moment.
"It seems things are really lively here?"
Fubuki stepped out of the magic circle.
Tap, tap, tap.
Behind her, orderly footsteps sounded.
Fully armed reincarnated beings began to form ranks in neat steps.
"Who would have thought this would be the real decisive battlefield?"
Utaha stretched lazily. "The Jujutsu Service Club being here was a lucky coincidence."
As time passed.
More and more people arrived on both sides.
Though fighting hadn't started.
The atmosphere had become extremely tense.
The surrounding ground continuously trembled under the pressure of their auras.
"Jogo's aura is on you. It seems you were the one who killed him?"
Hanami stared intently at Esdeath, a flicker of cold killing intent in his eyes.
The next moment.
He simply waved his hand, and the earth began to rumble.
Countless roots, imbued with terrifying power, burst from the ground and swept towards Esdeath.
But facing all this.
Esdeath's expression didn't change in the slightest.
She just stood there quietly, with no intention of attacking.
Normally.
She wouldn't mind playing around.
But right now.
Hanami didn't spark any interest in her.
Just as the countless roots drew closer, a streak of light shot forward.
Clang!
A long blade left its scabbard, pulling a crescent-shaped sword light, unleashing a vast slash.
Crack! Crack!
Countless seemingly terrifying roots snapped under this single slash.
Whoosh!
Then, afterimages tore through the sky, rapidly approaching Hanami.
"You are not my target."
Hanami looked at the graceful figure wielding a katana and said in a low voice, "Get out of my way."
"How unfortunate."
Saeko's gaze was deep, the corner of her mouth curling up. "Because you are my target."
"You're courting death."
Hanami's face twisted. With a light wave of his hand, the countless Cursed Spirits and stray Devils behind him charged.
Seeing this.
The neatly ranked reincarnated beings drew their weapons and began to move.
Their weapons were all specially made, enough to harm Cursed Spirits.
In an instant.
The magic circle connecting to the bullet world flickered continuously.
An endless tide of reincarnated beings surged like a flood, attacking in all directions.
"Hey, Priscilla, how about I take that one as my opponent? He looks strong."
Kisara's gaze shifted, locking onto a figure.
It was a silver-haired figure with a smile on his lips.
Special-grade Cursed Spirit - Mahito.
"I am not your fortune teller."
Priscilla rolled her eyes, but still tossed a coin, looked at Mahito, and said:
"If you don't use your Blessing's power, your chance of winning is only fifty percent. So I don't recommend you choose him as your opponent."
"After all, what we need to do is reduce the number of Heretic God-level Cursed Spirits."
The battle between the two sides could now be considered an engagement between armies.
So it was natural to quickly and effectively eliminate the enemy's powerful fighters, then form a situation where multiple fighters could gang up on one.
This would minimize losses and achieve a more perfect victory.
Theoretically, Priscilla's advice was not wrong.
But.
Her words had just finished when Kisara shot out.
Only a 50% chance of victory.
That was simply wonderful.
For a killer like her, that was the best kind of opponent.
As for the rest, it was completely outside her consideration.
"I knew it..."
Priscilla sighed, tossing the coin into the air.
Guided by luck.
She found her opponent.
The other was strong, but his abilities were completely countered by hers.
She was no battle maniac, so she wouldn't torment herself in a fight.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Deafening roars echoed endlessly.
The strong and the cannon fodder on both sides began to attack.
Various forms of Jujutsu and magic constantly collided.
The Khaos Brigade's attacks were relentless.
Their goal was only one: to completely annihilate all enemies before them.
Then seize the Jujutsu school.
Tokyo was important.
But this place was even more important.
Because the Jujutsu school's location was very special.
If they could successfully activate the magic circle here.
Even if they failed elsewhere.
The sacrificial magic would still manifest more than half of its power.
"Domain Expansion..."
High above, Sukuna hovered in the air.
Centered on him, hundreds of slashes tore through the earth, rolling in all directions.
He was attacking indiscriminately.
No one knew how many reincarnated beings and Cursed Spirits were sliced to pieces.
"Infinite Lightning Strike. "
Just then, countless bolts of lightning shot into the sky, completely dispersing the slashes.
"Damn woman, you dare appear before me again?"
Sukuna's forehead bulged with veins, his gaze fixed on Utaha. "Without your magic traps and companion's help this time..."
"I will definitely tear you to shreds."
"It seems you've been misunderstanding something all along."
Utaha's expression was calm, her tone indifferent. "What gave you the illusion that you could defeat me?"
The moment her voice fell.
Boom!
Towering flames rose from Utaha.
Magic circles overlapped densely beneath her feet.
The temperature soared instantly.
Crimson flames, carrying heat that could burn anything, turned everything around Utaha to ash.
Her long hair fluttered without wind, as if turning into flames themselves, leaving crimson ripples in the air.
Using countless spells as amplification.
Raising the power of the Essence of the Fire God to an unbelievable level.
This was Utaha's true combat form.
"Th-this..."
Feeling the change in Utaha's aura, Sukuna, though angry, did not dare to underestimate her.
"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine. "
With a roar, a slash tore through the sky.
Where it passed.
A black fissure continuously spread.
This was no ordinary slash.
But a space-cutting slash capable of tearing space itself.
This single strike.
Seemed as if it would split the entire city in two.
The moment Sukuna attacked, Utaha raised her hand.
The next moment.
Brilliant flames blossomed, meeting the space slash.
Rumble.
The instant they collided.
A terrifying explosion shot into the sky.
Countless dust and smoke, carried by the air currents, formed a giant mushroom cloud.
Like a blazing sun, radiating endless light and heat.
"My children, devour everything."
A sharp, chilling voice sounded.
Countless black Cursed Spirits began to spread like dark curtains.
At the center of all the Cursed Spirits stood a dark figure.
Vaguely, one could only see its eerie smiling face, sending chills down the spine just by looking.
Heretic God - Kishimojin.
Originally a deity.
But because too many Cursed Spirits had attached to her, she had ultimately fallen into a Heretic God.