Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

It also failed to fulfill its grand ambition of saving innocent lives and maintaining national stability.

Nanami was simply following her heart and choosing what suited her.

Besides,

When the moment comes that the college demonstrates its strength in the future, it will not be completely unprepared.

"Alright, I knew you would make this choice."

As Bai Jue's regretful sigh faded, the light in Fei Chong's eyes dimmed completely.

......

On the rooftop of the steel building, a fierce wind raged in the late afternoon.

"A secret affair? Or a perverse sense of humor?"

Looking down at the writhing crowd below, Wei Lai spoke softly.

"Although curses are all born from negative human emotions, I, Master Jue, am an exception."

"It's normal for emotions to lean towards those of ordinary humans."

Bai Jue teased the caterpillar on his shoulder and replied with a smile, "After all these years, what I've absorbed is just pure curse power."

"Those negative emotions that were stripped away, weren't they all absorbed by you?"

"wrong."

"To be precise, it should be said that it was absorbed by your eyes."

There was no response from the future; it simply vanished from the spot, right on time.

But those scarlet pupils, under the moonlight, faintly shimmered with rings of milky white ripples.

White Zetsu swept across the empty rooftop and pulled out hundreds of mechanical flying insects from the caterpillar's mouth.

After tanning for so long, it must have some effect.

The Heavenly Inverse Blade cannot be copied, but sophisticated mechanical artifacts can be prepared years in advance.

With a single move, the Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers sent tiny flying insects, no bigger than a thumb, flying across the barrier.

In ten days, White Zetsu completely took control of the mechanical pill's body.

Through the infusion of power from the Gedo Mazo, White Zetsu's current total curse power...

Data shows: Five thousand years!

......

Five underground floors.

The crowded people were as small and dense as an anthill.

Suspended in mid-air, Gojo Satoru looked down at the void below and slowly descended.

Pushing aside the crowd without any restraint, Gojo Satoru, with his hands in his pockets, walked against the flow of people towards the stands.

"how?"

"You two are just small fry?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the Volcano Head Special Grade Cursed Spirit and the Nine Phase Diagram Special Grade Suffering Body in front of him, his tone somewhat disappointed.

Feeling the pressure emanating from Gojo Satoru, a hint of tension surfaced in Louhu's single eye.

Damn Geto Summer Oil!

Damn the future of the Zen temple!

They kept assuring me that there would be no problem, but even after we arrived at the target location, that guy still hadn't shown up.

"boom!"

With a single finger, Louhu pointed at two or three people on one side of the platform, causing them to burst into flames!

"Don't even think about escaping, Gojo Satoru!"

"If we leave, all the humans here will die!"

A thick stream of magical power rose from his palm. While uttering harsh words, Louhu fled cowardly into the crowd.

In any case, we need to stall Gojo Satoru first.

"Tsk, trouble."

Gojo Satoru leaned slightly forward and suddenly crashed into the crowd.

The subway passage deep inside the platform, hidden in the shadows...

"Aren't they being too cautious, insisting on waiting for Louhu and the others to make the first move?"

A crimson glint flashed in the darkness, and Wei Lai spoke softly, "Making a move a little later doesn't necessarily mean violating the constraints, does it?"

"Let's treat this as an appetizer and help Louhu get another top-tier match record."

The skull was fierce and rebellious, and the real bones were broken and the dark back of the ankle were broken. The boat was covered with mud and the ...

If Hua Yu hadn't died, there would have been no need for him to intervene today.

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"Thinking too much can cause brain atrophy."

When the exchange meeting was mentioned, Wei Lai's tone turned somewhat cold.

"Is that so? Then consider it me being nosy."

The source of the thigh was so fierce that it dared to plot against the enemy. The skillful servant of the master was utterly exhausted.

The two chatted casually while watching the action blockbuster on the platform, much like moviegoers.

......

"Pfft!"

Louhu stared in horror at his right arm, which had been easily torn off by Gojo Satoru.

As for the action film that the two people in the shadows were looking at, in Louhu's opinion...

This is a real horror movie!

"Crimson Blood Manipulation Technique - Blood Piercing".

A crimson line of blood, moving at supersonic speed, pierced through the heads of two or three humans before heading towards Gojo Satoru.

"Zizzizi!"

The shooting blood trails resembled impacts against a transparent steel plate.

The unassailable, limitless technique completely ignores the bleeding caused by the swelling.

The Kamo family's ancestral techniques?

Although the attack was ineffective, the swelling technique did attract some of Gojo Satoru's attention.

"boom!"

The clepsydra seized the opportunity, and a raging fire instantly erupted from the crowd in the distance!

Unable to see the cursed spirit's body, they could only desperately try to stay away from the crowd of spontaneously combusting flames, crowding towards Gojo Satoru like headless flies.

"Extension of the field!"

Having broken free from the suction force between the five fingers of Wuzhang Wu, the sweat-drenched Louju embarks on his escape journey once again!

"what!!!"

The panicked crowd was tossed into the air one by one by Gojo Satoru, and then gently landed.

He can accept the cursed spirits killing ordinary humans right before his eyes, but he cannot do it himself.

The dense crowd was like countless stumbling blocks at our feet.

Time and again, it helped the leaky pot escape a deadly hunt.

It wasn't just the crowd that was afraid; I had briefly experienced the formidable power of Gojo Satoru.

The water clock, which dared not stop for a moment, was even more terrified.

The fewer humans there are as expendable resources, the wider the scope for Gojo Satoru's actions.

In order to seal Gojo Satoru's domain technique, Louju also needs to ensure that the humans on the platform don't all die so quickly.

A glance swept over the approaching white-haired figure...

"They're not here yet?!"

The premonition of death grew ever deeper, and the water clock roared out with all its might!

At the same time,

Gojo Satoru ripped off the bandage from the corner of his eye and suddenly looked behind him!

"You're here!"

Chapter 75: Battle Escalates! Special Grade Re-enters!

"I just said they were two pieces of trash, where did they get their confidence from?"

Keep a close eye on the approaching future.

Gojo Satoru's smile was unrestrained, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his azure eyes.

The bloated figure and the fleeing water clock also converged behind Gojo Satoru at this moment.

so close!

He felt that if he had been a second later, he would have been torn to pieces by Gojo Satoru!

The water clock, having survived the ordeal, gasped for breath.

"how?"

The child swept his gaze across the crowd on both sides and uttered another sarcastic remark.