The Thunder God Sword parried the heavy strike of the divine weapon: open, and with a flick of the tip, a condensed bolt of white lightning shot out, grazing one of Sukuna's newly regenerated arms and leaving a charred wound; the numbness caused the arm's movement to stall instantly.
"Hiss!"
The Fire God Sword deflected the thrust of the flying heaven, and as the blade pressed down, dark red flames coiled up like maggots on bones, scorching the flying heaven spear until it emitted a painful hum, and the hand Sukuna used to hold the flying heaven felt a distinct burning pain.
"Bastard!"
Sukuna roared repeatedly. He discovered that his renowned dual Cursed Tool combination was being suppressed everywhere in the face of the opponent's highly targeted Thunder and Fire dual swords!
The thunder was suppressed by a higher-order thunder, and the space was interfered with by extreme flame scorching.
The advantage of his four arms no longer seemed so absolute in the face of the opponent's exquisite, peak-level dual-sword technique.
He was beaten back step by step, able to struggle on only by relying on his millennium of combat instinct and formidable physique; the wounds on his body multiplied, and traces of charring and burns covered his entire body.
"It's over, Sukuna."
Toho Hiroshi's voice sounded like the final judgment.
His two swords suddenly closed together; at this moment, the thunder light and flames did not fuse, but rather resonated and intertwined at a strange frequency!
The bright white lightning on the Thunder God Sword became even more violent, as if it had summoned the thunder of the nine heavens.
The dark red flames on the Fire God Sword became deeper, as if pulling up molten lava from the earth's core.
"Thunder and Fire Incinerating the Heavens"
Toho Hiroshi's figure transformed into a red and white intertwined stream of light; as he moved with the sword, the sword light was like a dragon.
A massive sword aura, entwined with destructive lightning snakes and heaven-burning flames, like the first ray of tribulation light from the beginning of creation, tore through space and, carrying the supreme majesty of judging all things, crashed down toward the stumbling Sukuna, whose defense was already showing signs of fatigue.
Before the sword light even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already solidified the space around Sukuna, leaving him nowhere to hide and nothing to block with.
In his four eyes, for the first time, an emotion other than madness and fighting spirit was reflected—
That was disbelief, and a trace of terror at facing a complete end!
Sukuna let out an unwilling roar, crossing the divine weapon: open and the flying heaven in front of him with his four arms, burning his Cursed Energy recklessly in an attempt to make a final resistance.
However—
"Rumble!"
The destructive torrent of intertwined thunder and fire instantly engulfed him.
The destructive torrent of thunder and fire slowly dissipated, leaving behind a massive lava pit over a hundred meters in diameter. The rocks on the pit walls had been melted into glass by the high temperature, emitting a dark red glow, and the air was filled with a pungent, scorching mixture of sulfur and ozone.
In the center of the lava pit, a broken figure lay prostrate on the ground.
It was none other than Ryomen Sukuna.
His appearance at this moment was miserable to the extreme. Of the four arms that had only recently regenerated, only a few charred, broken limbs remained connected to his torso. There was no bleeding from the wounds, only the terrifying traces of being instantly carbonized by extreme high temperatures.
That dark red kimono had long since turned to ash, revealing the charred and cracked skin underneath, like shredded charcoal. He could hardly find an intact spot on his body, and his aura was weak to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.
However, although his four eyes were dim, they were still stubbornly open, staring fixedly at Toho Hiroshi, who was hovering above the lava pit, filled with resentment, unwillingness, and a trace of panic that even he was unwilling to admit.
Toho Hiroshi slowly descended from the air; the Thunder and Fire dual swords had long since transformed back into the scarlet blade, which he held in his hand. He looked at Sukuna, who had almost turned into charcoal but still hadn't completely died, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Under 'Thunder and Fire Incinerating the Heavens', your physical body has not completely disintegrated, and your soul has not immediately dissipated."
"How delightful, Sukuna."
"Your vitality is practically comparable to a cockroach."
A "ho-ho" sound like a broken bellows came from Sukuna's throat; he seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he only spat out a puff of black smoke mixed with internal organ fragments.
Just as Toho Hiroshi was preparing to step forward to deliver the final blow to this King of Curses and completely end his millennium-long Curse—
A surge of Cursed Energy that could not be described in words, so vast that it froze the soul, erupted like a supernova from a core point on the Shinjuku battlefield, spreading violently.
This Cursed Energy was so vast, so evil, and so twisted, as if all the malice, despair, and Curses of the entire world had been concentrated together.
The sky was instantly dyed an ominous dark purple, the earth trembled violently, and countless eerie whispers of wailing, praying, and cursing emerged in the air.
The mere diffusion of this aura caused Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, and the others from Jujutsu High who were rushing over from a distance to pause, their faces instantly turning pale as they felt the fear and oppression stemming from the instincts of life.
"What is this?"
Nobara Kugisaki covered her ears, trying to block out the insidious, evil whispers.
"Did Kenjaku succeed?"
Yuta Okkotsu's eyes were filled with unbelievable horror.
Immediately after, a white figure flew backward like a cannonball from the center of that evil Cursed Energy eruption, spraying a brilliant line of blood in the air, and crashed heavily into a ruin in the distance, stirring up a sky full of dust and smoke.
It was Satoru Gojo!
Even he, who had comprehended the brand-new domain "Unlimited Void" and whose strength had greatly increased, had been knocked flying in an instant.
Toho Hiroshi's Rinnegan suddenly constricted, instantly locking onto the source of that evil Cursed Energy and the direction in which Satoru Gojo had been knocked flying.
Without any hesitation, his figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared above the ruins.
He saw Satoru Gojo standing up from the rubble, looking somewhat disheveled. His pair of pale blue Six Eyes were still brilliant, but there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and the aura around him was slightly disordered.
He wiped the corner of his mouth and looked toward the source of the evil Cursed Energy, his face showing unprecedented solemnity—and excitement?
"Wow, this time it really went out of control."
Satoru Gojo said these relaxed words, but his eyes were as sharp as knives. "That guy has now practically become a 'Curse aggregate'."
Toho Hiroshi landed beside him and said in a deep voice, "He has completed the forced assimilation of Tengen and one hundred million people."
"Now, he is no longer Kenjaku, but a Colossal Special Grade Cursed Spirit that has fused the Cursed Energy and resentment of Tengen and one hundred million people."
"Ah, I feel it."
Satoru Gojo twisted his neck, making a cracking sound. "This is going to be troublesome."
Just then, at the core of that massive evil Cursed Energy, the space twisted, and the outline of an indescribable, gigantic figure slowly emerged.
It seemed to have no fixed form, composed of countless wriggling human faces, twisted limbs, and boiling shadows. In the center, Kenjaku's head with the stitches was vaguely visible, but his expression had become inhumanly indifferent and crazy.
And a black shadow took the opportunity to sweep past the edge of the battlefield, rushing into the lava pit at an extremely fast speed, scooping up the heavily injured and dying Sukuna, who had only half a breath left, and quickly retreated, stopping beside the giant Cursed Spirit.
It was a part of the Colossal Cursed Spirit—Kenjaku.
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