Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

Chapter 165 The Bridge of Shadows

On the first day of December, one can clearly feel that their roots embedded deep in the magma are much stronger than before.

The obsidian platform is crumbling piece by piece.

At the same time, Di Kui raised his left palm again and slammed it down heavily.

On the first day of December, he leaped off the edge of the nearest platform with a light tap of his toes, the cracking sound behind him almost matching the heat wave.

But the biggest problem right now is that we have nowhere to land.

He plummeted through the air, with churning orange-red lava beneath his feet and the massive body of the Earth Demon and countless lava dragons before him.

"Shuo!"

Fushiguro Megumi's voice came from afar.

Suddenly, a dark shadow silently spread out from beneath his feet, catching him just before he was about to fall into the lava.

The shadow felt icy cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the hellish heat beneath my feet.

He stood firm.

My gaze followed the path the shadow had taken.

At the end of the shadow, Fushiguro Megumi stood on a shard of obsidian, his hands clasped together, veins bulging on his forehead.

Behind him, the masked general's massive silhouette was now fully revealed.

It was a phantom of a warrior clad in heavy armor and wearing a demon mask, more than twice the height of Fushiguro Megumi, standing with his arms crossed behind his master.

He overexerted himself to summon the Shadow General.

Just as December 1st turned his gaze away, the masked general suddenly spread his arms wide.

Shadows poured forth from its body, anchoring themselves to the obsidian fragments scattered across the lava lake's surface, rapidly weaving, intersecting, and connecting above the boiling water.

"Click."

The shadows merged together, making a crisp sound like ice freezing.

The shadow beneath his feet began to extend, branching to the left and right, and then merging with other shadows shooting from afar.

A complex network took shape in just a few seconds—spanning half the lake surface and suspended less than three meters above the churning lava.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he looked down and glanced at it.

The bridge is not wide; at its narrowest point, it's only wide enough for one foot to step on, but every path points in the same direction.

Dikui.

On the first day of December, he nodded and was about to set off when a sudden, intense chill shot up from his right arm to his shoulder.

He lowered his head.

Black ice was spreading, and a thin layer of white frost covered the surface of the skin, which did not melt despite the surrounding high temperature of thousands of degrees.

The rejection reaction has started again.

The remnants of the Water Law left by Basha within him were continuously overflowing during the intense battle.

Just then, the shadowy bridge beneath their feet rippled slightly.

A gentle suction force emanated from the shadows, clinging lightly to his ankles and climbing up his calves.

The icy aura emanating from the body was slowly drawn away and stripped away by this suction force.

The rate of black ice diffusion has slowed significantly.

On the first day of December, he looked up at Fushiguro Megumi.

The other person was clenching their teeth tightly, their face even paler than before.

He was using his shadow to do two things at the same time—maintain the bridge network and absorb the cold air overflowing from the aliens.

"Go quickly."

Fushiguro Megumi said through gritted teeth.

Take a deep breath on the first day of December.

Suddenly, his figure exploded on the shadow bridge, so fast that even an afterimage was not left behind.

Bare feet tread on the shadowy surface, each step stirring up a small wisp of black mist.

The shadow bridge trembled violently under his weight.

He made a sharp turn at the fork in the road, gripped the edge of the shadow bridge with his toes, and used the momentum to throw himself out.

The lava below was disturbed by the airflow, splashing up a few tiny tongues of fire that licked his ankles.

But he had no time to spare.

Three magma dragons sensed his high-speed movement, rose abruptly from the lake, and opened their massive jaws to intercept him.

"Azure".

Gojo Satoru's voice rang out from behind.

Three blue spell bullets pierced the bodies of the three dragons with precision, snapping them in half.

As the new moon pierced through the gaps in the lava rain, a few drops of scalding liquid landed on his shoulder, scorching him and sending up white smoke.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

The Earthly Demon is just ahead.

Suddenly, the surface of the lava lake became eerily calm for a moment.

Then, Di Kui opened his mouth.

A deep, rumbling sound surged from the depths of its chest; it was the sound waves generated by the pure vibration of the earth's strata.

The sound was so low it was almost inaudible, yet it caused the insides of the new moon to resonate, even disrupting his breathing by half a beat.

The shadow bridge also shook violently under the impact of this sound wave.

"Megumi!" Kugizaki called out from behind.

Fu Heihui groaned, and a thin line of blood seeped from the tip of his nose.

The masked general's outline flickered, but the Shadow Bridge remained firmly anchored in mid-air.

The new moon, swaying, maintained its balance and did not stop.

Twenty meters.

He could now clearly see the patterns on Di Kui's chest.

The remaining threads emerged from the cracks in the chest and abdomen, burrowing into the magma beneath their feet like tree roots. They were thicker than those that had been cut before, and their surfaces were enveloped in a layer of dark red, pulsating light.

The last few core threads.

This time, it didn't strike the lake, but instead swept directly in the direction of the new moon.

The giant hand made of rock, accompanied by a scorching hot wind, roared in from the side.

The first day of the twelfth month did not retreat.

He pushed off with his toes, his body springing off the Shadow Bridge, flipping half a circle in the air, barely passing above the edge of the Earthly Demon's palm.

The scalding airflow burned a charred mark on the clothes on his back.

His feet stepped onto another section of the shadow bridge.

This distance was less than ten meters from the Earth Demon's chest.

He was already very close to Di Kui.

The black ice on his right arm quieted down at this distance, its icy power being continuously drained away by the shadows beneath his feet, maintaining a barely perceptible balance.

His right hand clenched, and the heat energy of the [Dragon] in his palm began to condense, with a scorching orange light overflowing from between his fingers.

"Itadori!" Gojo Satoru suddenly shouted.

Yuji Itadori had somehow already leaped to the end of another shadow bridge, and with a swing of his fists, slammed heavily onto the top of a lava dragon head that was trying to sneak up on the first day of December from below.

boom!

The dragon head was smashed into the lava, sending up waves several meters high.

"Go, Saku!" Itadori shouted at the top of his lungs, white smoke rising from his fist.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he took one last look behind him.

Gojo Satoru stood on a piece of obsidian at the farthest point, continuously unleashing Azure with both hands, shattering the approaching magma dragons one by one.

His forehead was covered in sweat, but his eyes were firm.

Fukuro Megumi knelt on the shattering platform, his hands clasped tightly together, the phantom of the Masked General looming over him, and the Shadow Bridge stretching from his position all the way to the feet of the Earth Demon.

His physical condition was extremely precarious.

Kugizaki stood guard beside Fushiguro Megumi, holding a nail and a hammer, watching the surrounding lava warily.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he withdrew his gaze and faced the Earth God.

He no longer holds back.

His figure transformed into a bolt of lightning on the Shadow Bridge, trailing a dazzling crimson tail, and crashed straight into the Earth Demon's chest.

The wind howled.

Di Kui's two crater-like eye sockets suddenly contracted.

On the first day of December, it rushed into its attack range.

"Cut it off!"

He pushed forward with his right palm, and a shadow blade imbued with dragon flame shot out from his palm, slashing straight at the thickest core threads.

Boom!

The brilliant flames engulfed everything.