Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 139 Dead Water Domain

Trench, a stagnant water area.

Gojo Satoru was the first to react.

At this moment, the stagnant water around them surged towards them from all directions like a flood.

The blue light in his palm suddenly surged, becoming so bright that the new moon had to turn its head away.

The limitless force instantly contracted, compressing the bubble, which was originally two meters in diameter, into an ellipse just large enough to accommodate two people.

"Thump"

The stagnant water made a dull thud when it hit the force field.

At the same time, December 1st felt the seawater beneath his feet tremble violently.

The vibration traveled up from the soles of my feet, along my legs, and finally turned into a sharp buzzing sound at the back of my head.

Fortunately, the force field held up.

But the stagnant water that surged up did not recede.

It adheres to the outer wall of the force field, like a thick film, tightly wrapping the entire bubble, and then begins to permeate.

With each sliver of water seeping in, the temperature inside the bubble drops a bit.

Wu Tiao Wu is quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

He used his free left hand to quickly draw a circle on the inner wall of the force field. Blue light followed the path of his fingertips and covered the inner surface of the bubble again, squeezing back all the black threads that were seeping in.

The infiltration has stopped.

But the blue light in his right palm, which was maintaining the force field, brightened again—the consumption of his spell power had increased once more.

"She's using the domain." Gojo Satoru's voice came from the left side of December 1st.

In the stagnant water zone, the propagation of sound becomes extremely strange.

Even though the two of them were less than an arm's length apart, his voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if there was a thick wall between them.

"This is not an ordinary area of ​​expansion," he continued, his tone carrying a caution that December had never heard in him before. "This is a vast open area."

On the first day of December, he looked down at his hands.

The red glow of the dog was still there, but it was dimmer than before.

He tried to activate the second talisman. The snake pattern lit up for a moment at the base of his middle finger, and the sensory line extended less than two inches from his fingertip, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The environmental pressure here is many times stronger than that outside the stagnant water zone.

"How long can your force field last?"

"have no idea."

Gojo Satoru's answer was very short.

December noticed that his right hand remained open, the joints of all five fingers taut and white, the fingertips trembling slightly. A blue vein bulged on his forehead, running from his temple down to his jawline.

The rate of consumption in this area is far beyond normal levels.

The first day of the twelfth month closed its eyes.

He can't rely solely on Gojo Satoru's power field. This field's absorption of curse power is continuous and won't stop.

If this continues, the magical power of the force field will run out in a few minutes, and then the two of them will be completely swallowed by the dead water.

He needs to take the initiative.

Take a deep breath on the first day of December.

Golden light slowly emanated from the wrist, like lighting an extremely thin fuse.

The light spread inch by inch along the meridians of the forearm.

The increased strength from his physical enhancement made his muscle fibers thicker and tougher in an instant, and his heart pounded heavily in his chest.

The oppressive feeling from the stagnant water around him lessened, and his body became more resilient.

Red light filled his eyes, and the thermal sensors restarted.

This time, instead of looking down, he surveyed the stagnant water outside the force field.

From the perspective of thermal sensing, he finally saw clearly what Basha's domain really was—

The black liquid surrounding the force field is filled with dense, thread-like structures.

Extremely fine threads, almost as thin as a human hair, were so numerous that they could not be counted, and they slowly writhed in the stagnant water.

Every thread is connected in the same direction—directly downwards.

Bazaar itself is the source of these threads.

She spread her laws through these threads to every drop of stagnant water in the entire realm.

Every corner of her domain is an extension of her, and every drop of water is a weapon.

This is not her territory.

This is inside her body.

From the moment they entered the Dead Water Zone, they had already entered Basha's body.

On the first day of December, he opened his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru.

"I want to get off."

Gojo Satoru turned his head, his six eyes exceptionally clear in the blue light. He had clearly seen the threads as well.

"You're going to act alone?"

"Yes, trust me."

Gojo Satoru did not answer immediately.

His gaze lingered on December 1st for about two seconds before shifting to the black threads that were still trying to seep into the outer wall of the force field.

"Three minutes," he said. "If you don't hit her core within three minutes, I'll shrink the force field to find you."

That's enough.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he clenched his right hand into a fist.

The three talismans of [Dog], [Ox], and [Pig] were activated simultaneously, and a warm orange light membrane seeped out from his body layer by layer, sticking tightly to his skin and forming a thin film-like protection independent of the force field.

The thickness of the light film is less than a finger's width, but the surface temperature is enough to cause the black threads on the inner wall of the force field near him to automatically retract.

He took a deep breath and looked down into the darkness.

The moment he came into contact with the stagnant water, he felt as if he had entered Siberia.

At that moment, only two words remained in his mind.

cold.

Despite the protection of the talisman, he still felt cold.

It seeped into every pore of his skin, trying to freeze his blood, his nerves, and his mind.

The light membrane formed by the talisman was trembling violently.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he gritted his teeth and charged straight down.

The resistance of the stagnant water increased several times in an instant.

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Each stroke of his arm felt like moving a weight of nearly a thousand pounds, and the surrounding darkness seemed to be tightening, trying to envelop and devour him.

He could feel the red light emanating from the dog gradually dimming.

Behind him, Gojo Satoru's force field closed again the moment he left.

The blue light shone into a smaller and smaller dot in the pitch-black, stagnant water.

The first day of the twelfth month did not turn back.

He stared intently at the heat source directly below him, using the image of a pig.

The distance is getting shorter.

500 meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

The surrounding threads of law grew increasingly dense, increasing in number from dozens to hundreds wrapped around the light membrane, and the rate at which the light membrane was consumed increased exponentially. The warm orange light began to fade visibly, starting from the fingertips and gradually dimming.

But the heat source is becoming increasingly clear.

He could already see the outline—a curled-up figure, smaller than a normal person, suspended in the center of the deepest part of the stagnant water, its body wrapped in threads of law extending outwards.

Bazaar.

Just as he was about to enter the 100-meter range, his right ear detected an extremely slight vibration.

That didn't come from below.

It came in from the outer wall of the domain.

It looked like something had been thrown in from outside.

Basha's threads all stopped moving at the same instant.

Then, the woman's voice rang in his mind a second time.

"Two more have arrived."

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