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

boom!!!

The restraints are in effect again.

Fueled by the constraints, they charged fearlessly toward the high-level cursed spirits of the cult leader, Jay, fueled by their own lives.

In the explosion, he perished along with the enemy, turning into a sky full of black smoke and fragments.

The low-level cursed spirits controlled by Xia Youjie once again overwhelmed the high-level cursed spirits of the cult leader Jie.

Moreover, Xia Youjie was very decisive and fearless in making sacrifices.

Unlike the cult leader Jay, he didn't cherish each cursed spirit and was unwilling to let them die.

Instead, it's buy one get one free.

There was not a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Only the desire for victory!

He had already created countless cursed spirits, and the momentum of establishing bonds was getting faster and faster, and he was becoming more and more skilled.

It's as if this self-destructive fighting style has become ingrained in their instincts, a part of their very breath.

I'm hungry!

Cult Leader Jay was no match for him and was blasted away again, crashing straight to the ground and creating a shallow crater.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his robe ripped at the back, revealing bruised skin beneath.

"Damn it, why am I being suppressed by my ten-year-younger self?!"

He had accumulated ten more years of experience than Xia Youjie, and the quantity and quality of the cursed spirits he possessed far surpassed Xia Youjie's.

But why, why was he so thoroughly outmatched? Why was he suffering defeat after defeat in his duel with his past self from ten years ago?

The cult leader, Jie, coughed up blood in a disheveled state, pondering why he had suffered such a terrible fate.

"In that case, let's have a direct firepower showdown!"

The cult leader, Jay, had already been brought to the brink of death and no longer probed or tried to sway the other party with words.

He wanted to end this battle in the simplest and most brutal way!

"A top-tier imaginary spirit!"

"I will transform into Tamamo-no-Mae!"

A huge figure slowly rose up from behind the cult leader, Jay.

The imaginary cursed spirit appeared abruptly on the battlefield; its mere presence made the surrounding air heavy, adding to the sense of oppression.

"Come on, let me show you."

"I wonder what kind of cannon I can fuse together with the cursed spirits I've subdued over the years!"

Cult Leader Jie raised both hands, palms facing upwards, gathering incantation power in his palms.

In an instant, his palm became the eye of a storm.

The cursed spirits he had spent ten years collecting and nurturing—level two, level one, and even special level—began to merge one by one into his palm.

The addition of each cursed spirit made the vortex larger, denser, and more terrifying.

Swoosh—

The highly concentrated vortex formed by countless superimposed cursed spirits directly plunged the entire world into darkness!

The vortex was like a black hole, like an entrance to an abyss, swallowing all the light around it.

Only that ball of pure black energy remained between heaven and earth, pulsating in the palm of the cult leader, Jie.

It was as if the entire world would be swallowed up by this darkness if he simply let go!

"You scumbag who toyed with the lives of cursed spirits!"

The cult leader, Jay, spoke angrily, as if conducting a righteous trial.

However, Xia Youjie doesn't rely on any force at all.

"Sorry, I was acting out of a sense of justice!"

Xia Youjie retorted passionately!

Xia Youjie, a man of great righteousness, fires the cannon with dignity!

"Come on, spirits, all of you!"

"A righteous cannon!"

boom!

A second surge of energy suddenly rose up.

Xia Youjie opened his arms as if to embrace the sky, and the sparse group of cursed spirits gathered an aura far exceeding their own, condensing in his palms.

The energy sphere, formed by countless low-level cursed spirits, was not as large, as dense, or as terrifying as the vortex of the cult leader Jay.

Yet it radiates a completely different kind of light.

That is--

The allure of loans!

"All you cursed spirits, give yourselves to me!"

Xia Youjie resolutely confronted the ultimate vortex of the cult leader Jie.

"bring it on!"

The two roared angrily and pushed out the group of cursed spirits in their hands.

Two pure black energies suddenly overlapped.

Emerging from the darkness that nearly engulfed the entire world!

Light, sound, air, time, space—it seemed as if the entire world was being swallowed up by the collision of these two forces.

……

……

"I...this is..."

Awakened by the violent tremors, Gojo Satoru struggled to open his eyes again.

But what they saw were two forces locked in a power struggle.

Two pure black energies were locked in a stalemate in the sky, like two giant beasts wrestling, facing each other with no discernible difference.

It seemed as if they were evenly matched, neck and neck.

However, in the protracted struggle, it was Xia Youjie's righteous and outspoken approach that was the first to fall into a disadvantageous position.

The energy sphere formed from low-level cursed spirits began to crack, and the light on its surface began to dim, as if it might stop at any moment.

However, the vortex of the cult leader Jie remained stable and powerful, gradually crushing Xia Youjie's energy and advancing inch by inch.

"It seems that constraints can't overcome the chasm of quality!"

Seeing that he had gained the upper hand in the vortex confrontation, the cult leader Jay began to spout nonsense and put on a smug smile.

"Now, what means do you have to stop my vortex?!"

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth, his body bleeding under the pressure of the vortex.

He could feel his righteous cannon being suppressed, and the lives of those cursed spirits being consumed.

Did we lose?

Xia Youjie glanced into the distance.

That was the direction from which Professor Yuki was fighting. The sounds of battle continued, with explosions, roars, and collisions rising and falling, indicating that Professor Yuki was still persisting and still fighting.

Xia Youjie glanced at his trembling hands again, questioning what else he could do.

His body has reached its limit. What can he use to stop the vortex of the cult leader Jay?

unless--

An idea flashed through Xia Youjie's mind.

It is precisely because the idea is so crazy, so extreme, and so reckless.

So much so that Xia Youjie's first thought was to suppress it and banish it from his mind.

But that thought grew wildly in his mind like weeds, and he couldn't eradicate it no matter what.

unless.

He even used his own life as a constraint.

Xia Youjie's breathing became heavy, and his gaze finally settled on Gojo Satoru's face for a moment.

With just a glance, they understood each other's thoughts.

"Jay, don't do anything foolish!"

Gojo Satoru struggled to his feet, but collapsed again due to his injuries, and could only watch as Natsume Yuuki disappeared without a trace.

"Ms. Yuki is right!"

"I."

"But I'm a sorcerer!!!"

Xia Youjie turned around and faced the cult leader, Jie.

Facing the vortex that was about to devour everything, he opened his trembling mouth and chanted with utmost solemnity:

"I will establish a bond—"

Xia Youjie's words echoed across the skies above Okinawa, each one as solemn and dignified as a tolling bell, as unalterable as a vow:

"At the cost of my life, Xia Youjie—"

"To unleash the ultimate power of the Great Righteous Cannon!!!"