Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 163 Home Ground Below 10,000 Meters

After shouting "December 1st," he hurriedly grabbed Fu Hei and retreated quickly to the right.

"The lava that was thrown up crashed down from where they were just now and then slammed back into the lava lake."

The splashed droplets traced luminous arcs in the air, and a few landed on the dog's protective gear on the first day of December, leaving a series of tiny white specks on the surface.

Gojo Satoru had already flown to the other side.

Itadori and Kugizaki followed closely behind him, their boundless force field expanding outwards from him, enveloping the two students.

The scorching air was pushed aside at the edge of the force field, and the two of them were finally able to breathe normally.

"Put Megumi over here too." Gojo Satoru reached out his hand towards the first day of December.

Upon hearing this, December 1st used telekinesis to send Fu Hei over.

Gojo Satoru caught him and pulled him into the boundless range.

Three students, one layer of force field.

At this temperature, an ordinary person would carbonize within a second, with no lower limit on how much heat is trapped on the outside.

But at this moment, Gojo Satoru's expression changed.

Under normal circumstances, maintaining an unlimited level of power consumes almost no magical energy.

This place is different.

The air is filled with the earth's heat energy, and all temperatures are being pushed towards the boundary of the force field. To isolate them all would mean a continuous output of magical energy.

On the first day of December, it was noticed that Gojou's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

That's the power of the curse being lost at a high speed.

"Don't look at me, look ahead." Gojo Satoru raised his chin towards the center of the lake.

The first day of December draws our attention back to the present.

The Earth Demon's left hand was completely exposed above the lake surface.

A palm, tens of meters wide, covered the solidified rock shell, with liquid magma flowing between its fingers, hanging from its fingertips, stretching into long threads, breaking, and falling back into the lake.

The severed right arm is still healing.

The clone's substance circled around from behind to fill the gap, and the dark brown tissue spread inch by inch, faster than before.

Then on the first day of December, something was discovered.

The feeling under my feet has changed.

He could feel the lava lake beneath his feet moving.

He looked down.

The entire lava lake was rotating around the Earth Demon. Initially, it was extremely slight, but became noticeable after a few seconds. The rotation was uniform.

It was neat and orderly, with no disorder in any place.

The Earthly Demons are manipulating them.

I understood in an instant on the first day of December.

This lava lake is not an ordinary underground space.

This is the heart of South America's geological veins, the lair of the Earth Demon.

Ever since it was summoned by the world, it has been transforming this place, its roots extending hundreds of kilometers underground. The magma in this lake is all an extension of its body.

When they rushed in, they were already standing in its palm.

"This is its home turf," December said in a low voice.

"Hmm," Gojo Satoru replied simply.

Neither of them looked too good.

On the swirling lake surface, dozens of smooth protrusions emerged simultaneously.

The protrusions rose slowly, their tips curving and narrowing to outline the head. The torso rose from the lake, its surface flowing with a semi-solidified dark red liquid. The mouth opened, and orange light poured from the oral cavity and empty eye sockets.

The shape is now clear.

Dragon.

A dragon sculpted from lava.

More than a dozen.

Dozens of them.

It's still increasing.

"Pfft pfft pfft"

The sounds of them rising from the lake merged into one. Thick lava peeled off them and crashed back onto the lake, each piece stretching for tens of meters.

One hundred.

Two hundred.

It's still increasing.

Hundreds of dragon heads turned into the air at the same time.

Just then, a voice came from the center of the lake.

"ha----"

On the first day of December, his body stiffened for a moment.

That was the voice of the Earth Demon.

"Ha ha."

There was another sound, but it was louder than before.

The silent, taciturn demon of the earth is laughing.

There was no mockery, no anger in that laughter. Only a calm affirmation.

It was confirmed that the prey had entered the hunting grounds.

Hahahaha

The laughter grew louder. Deep, viscous, it pressed in from all directions simultaneously. The lava lake surged violently in rhythm, and the bodies of hundreds of dragons trembled, their open mouths spewing forth even more light.

Then the laughter stopped abruptly.

Di Kui shut his mouth.

At the same time, hundreds of dragons shot out simultaneously.

The dragon's body broke off in the middle, and its head cascaded upwards toward the sky at a speed far exceeding what one would expect for its size—faster than a cannonball.

"flash!"

On the first day of December, he darted sideways at supersonic speed using the [Rabbit] speed. Two dragon heads brushed past him, the heat wave whipping his hair. They slammed into the rock wall behind him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two glowing red craters were blasted into the rock wall, with debris and molten liquid splashing everywhere.

Gojo Satoru endured even more.

Dozens of dragons simultaneously crashed into the boundless protective barrier. The first wave struck the force field, shattering the dragon heads and sending splattered lava that drew orange fan-shaped arcs in the air. But the second wave followed closely, and the third and fourth waves arrived almost simultaneously.

"The dense sounds of impacts formed a continuous line. The limit was not breached, but the continuous impacts pushed Gojo Satoru back several meters."

His face flickered in and out of the orange flash, and the sweat on his forehead became even thicker.

Maintaining the unlimited spell was already draining his energy.

Resisting physical impacts is an additional expense.

Those dragons gave them no time to catch their breath.

New lava dragons kept rising from the lake, while those that had been shattered reformed. Their numbers remained consistently above two or three hundred, covering the sky and swarming into the air from all directions.

The entire lake surface has been transformed into a launch pad.

As the new moon moved through the dragon herd, the rabbit's speed was barely enough to allow him to dodge most of the attacks.

But those dragons will turn around.

A dragon chased after them from behind.

On the first day of December, he turned around, and the scorching energy of the [Dragon] poured out from his palm, colliding head-on with the magma dragon.

"Bang!"

The faucet is broken.

The shattered lava was still scalding hot, splashing onto the guards on his left arm, but thanks to the [dog's] protection, it was no big deal.

The scene before him was quite troublesome. He smashed one, and two more immediately rose from the lake. He smashed ten, and twenty rose.

"How are we supposed to fight this?!" Kugizaki yelled from inside the protective barrier. "One hit and two foes will appear!"

She's right.

Beneath the Earth King lies a vast lava lake, with an inexhaustible supply of raw materials.

Gojo Satoru used the repulsive force of "Haku" to shatter the approaching dragon horde, clearing out seven or eight at a time, but the empty space was filled by new dragons within two seconds. Moreover, each use of "Haku" required an extra amount of curse power.

At this rate of consumption, he can't last long.

"Saku." Gojo Satoru's voice came through the explosion, his tone unusually anxious. "There's no point in fighting the dragon; we have to fight the main body."

As the new moon moved at high speed, it looked towards the center of the lake.

The Earth Demon knelt there, its two glowing eye sockets facing his direction.

It did nothing; it was just there.

The magma did everything for it.

The fusion behind it continues. The clone has moved even closer, and half of the cross-section of its right arm has been covered.

The longer it drags on, the stronger it becomes.

On the first day of December, I took a deep breath. The air, filtered by the dog, filled my lungs, carrying a faint warmth.

"good!"

He rushed towards the center of the lake.