The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

The wakizashi dragged the defense line and thrust straight at the unsuspecting spine of the parallel-hidden black man.

The spine is covered only by a thin layer of muscle. Once it is pierced, the spinal cord is damaged, and the entire lower body will be paralyzed instantly.

This is the strongest inheritance from Heaven and the Tyrant, striking straight at the vitals!

However, as the only parallel Fuhei who had subdued Moxu Luo, he was naturally not someone who could be easily taken down with just one or two sneak attacks.

Parallel Fukuro's reaction speed was astonishingly fast, as if he had expected it, and as if he had experienced countless similar battles before.

The hands, which were guarding the chest, clapped together on the spot, then formed a palm seal:

"Disarmed!"

Etu, who was locked in combat with Shen'er, froze for a moment, his massive body melting into the shadows like a wax figure.

"Summon again!"

The half of his body that had disappeared into the shadows instantly connected with the parallel, dark shadow, which emerged from the shadows between his spines, its left hand gripping the wakizashi.

"Stop it!" Fuhei roared at Shen'er.

The Heavenly Tyrant tried to use his physical body to shake the Jaw, which was several times larger than himself, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; he couldn't stop the behemoth from sinking into the shadows.

clang!

The wakizashi was held in the immense power that combined several shikigami, unable to move forward even a fraction. The wakizashi was firmly locked in the palm of the hand, as if welded to it.

Fukuro tried to pull his weapon back, but found that the blade did not budge.

Etu continued to extend his body, his upper body emerging completely from the shadows, and his second arm rose from the shadows, whistling as it came towards his face!

It combines the power of the Tiger Burial with the lightning properties of the Nue.

That punch would either kill Fu Hei or leave him half-crippled!

At the limit, even if he were to unleash his power again, it would be too late to block the punch.

Time seemed to stretch out in that instant, playing like a slow-motion video, and Fu Hei clearly saw the fist grow larger and larger in his field of vision.

Fuhei could only unleash his unique technique, unlike any other technique from other parallel universes, once again.

"Come on, oxygen tanks, all of them!"

whoosh-

Even faster than the punches came the sound of the black tortoise disappearing into the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, the body transformed into a blurry shadow, then vanished completely into the shadow on the ground, leaving no trace.

The fist, crackling with lightning, pierced through the lingering afterimage of Fu Hei in the air and blasted a large crater in the ground.

Only at the very end, from the shadows on the ground came Fukuro's smug mockery:

"Do you know?"

Fuheide drew out the words, as if telling an interesting story:

"As a tourist destination famous for its sea, Okinawa naturally offers diving as a must-do activity."

"But I've already bought all the diving equipment, specifically the oxygen tanks!"

From the moment he arrived in Okinawa, Fushiguro intentionally kept buying oxygen cylinders at every tourist spot he passed.

Only one day has passed, and the store probably hasn't had time to restock.

"Since you came from a parallel world, you probably don't have a way to replenish your oxygen tank."

In the shadows cast on the ground, Fu Hei's smiling face seemed to be imprinted.

"You can't hide from me, do you believe that!"

The parallel-hidden black face turned ashen in an instant, and once again commanded E Tu to bombard the ground where shadows were cast.

The stone surface was pierced, and the shadow simply moved again with the fragments.

Lift the asphalt, and the shadow only seeps deeper along the crack.

As a fellow user of the Ten Shadows, Pinglun Fuhei naturally knew that hiding in the shadows was a nearly invincible state.

This is the most shameless use of the Ten Shadows Technique; as long as the caster is willing, he can hide in the shadows forever.

Moreover, even if the work in 09 wasn't very skilled, it wasn't as durable as the oxygen cylinders that Fukuro brought from Tokyo Dead.

But these are the oxygen tanks for the entire island!

Quantitative change directly leads to qualitative change.

The storage capacity of several hundred oxygen cylinders is enough for Fu Hei to stay inside until the end of time, until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

Parallel Fuhei, in a fit of impotent rage, relentlessly pounded the ground without making any progress.

"Don't get caught up in his rhythm."

On the side of the battlefield, Lu Suo, whose forehead wound had been stitched up again, spoke once more.

The blood-stained fingers pointed in the direction that Fu Hei had been facing away from.

"I don't need to defeat you."

"On the contrary, you're the one trying to stop me!"

The direction that Rōsō pointed in was the location of the inn where Fukuro was desperately trying to distance himself from the battlefield in order to buy more time to treat Gojō.

If the intensity of the battle here were to surge forward...

"Mr. Yuki, don't you ever show off a little more in front of your students?"

With a cunning tone from Lu Suo, the constantly shifting shadow finally came to a standstill.

As the shadows surged, a dark figure slowly rose from them.

The oxygen cylinder was removed, and the heavy metal canister fell to the ground with a clanging sound, rolling twice before stopping.

Instead, the Heavenly Reversal Blade, reflecting a cold light, reappeared in Fu Hei's hand, blazing forth alongside the fierce glint in his eyes.

The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, reflecting Fu Hei's burning gaze.

"Using hostages to threaten you, when did you become as shameless as me, Lu Suo?"

Fukuro stared intently at the two people confronting him, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Fukuro and Ryosaku, observing whether he had missed any attacks.

Lu Suo did not leave, and the two shikigami remained by Ping Hei Fukuro's side.

What would happen if someone from the Ryouso faction were to launch a sneak attack on the injured Gojo?

Xia Youjie is right next to Wutiao, he should be fine.

Lao Jie!!!

The hopes of the entire college, the entire world, are pinned on your shoulders!

Although reluctant to admit it, Fuhei had no choice but to entrust everything behind him, everything he could no longer take care of, to Xia Youjie in this restricted battle situation.

"I hope that my strong love and deep-seated attachments have already reached the depths of your fractured soul."

Faced with an overwhelming offensive like a mountain, Fukuro showed no fear.

They stood tall and straight, their bodies forming the strongest defense.

"Bearing the name of Teacher Yuki, I cannot lose!"

Fukuro's gaze swept across the battlefield, past the shikigami and enemies, and landed on the direction of the inn in the distance.

A smile played at the corners of her lips, radiating the unique pride of a teacher.

"As you said."

"My students are still watching."

"Let me show off a little more!"