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

"My territory is going to be eaten up by these two stinking zones?"

"My territory is about to be devoured by these two stinking zones!!!"

From a hesitant question to a furious roar, the voice of the King of Curses transformed from doubt to rage in just one sentence.

A crimson light danced in his pupils.

The King of Curses felt an immense sense of oppression!

It is gradually eroding his territory, slowly chipping away at his advantages, and inch by inch stripping away his chances of winning.

Between the realms, Gojo Satoru's body continued to bleed.

Those deliberately placed slashes left countless tiny wounds on Gojo's body.

"He's still adjusting!"

Gojo Satoru continued to endure the attacks by inflicting a certain amount of non-lethal blows, gradually adapting to the Demon Lord's form.

"We can't let these two stinking areas get used to this any longer!"

The combat experience accumulated over a thousand years constantly reverberated and shaped the mind of the King of Curses.

"He's up to his dirty tricks again!"

As the King of Curses began to frown and think, the light in his four eyes shifted from anger to calculation.

Fuhei immediately realized that this guy was up to his old tricks again.

The King of Curses is about to overturn the chessboard again.

"I will..."

"I will lose the total amount of my cursed power by permanently losing all five fingers!"

"In exchange for the increased power in this current arena!"

Sacrificing lives, even a portion of them.

All of these come at an irreversible cost, in exchange for even greater growth!

It's a high-stakes gamble that kills a thousand enemies but also harms eight hundred of your own; it's a bet that stakes your future on the present.

Unfortunately.

The King of Curses now has no shortage of the price of some of his life.

He has 50 fingers; sacrificing 5 is not an unacceptable price to pay.

Ding ding ding ding!

The sound of slashing became more frequent, like a torrential downpour, and invisible blades instantly surrounded the Milky Way, pressing in from all directions.

The starlight retreated step by step under the pressure of the slashing blows, and the Milky Way was shattered by the cutting edge.

The territory of the boundless void is shrinking at a visible rate.

As the deeper slashes continued to embed themselves around Gojo Satoru, the blades drew closer and closer to his body, almost touching his skin.

Fuhei knew.

If no action is taken, they will all turn into a bloody mist.

Should Gojo Satoru be pulled back into the shadow?

No.

This would allow the Su Nuo ritual to generate a large amount of dust, creating the conditions for the stove to start operating again.

This way, he could repeat his old trick and wipe them all out with a dust explosion.

Therefore, Huiwu and the other two must stand until the very end in the domain!

"Adapt to the second job advancement!"

"Adapt until the third job advancement!"

"Once we reach the peak of the third stage, we will be invincible."

Fuhei quickly analyzed the battle situation.

"Master Fushiguro, let me unleash the Reversal at maximum power and withstand even more slashes."

"Let's accelerate Demon Void's adaptation and propel him towards the second job advancement!"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru also promptly added to the tactics.

With the resolve to endure the pain, I looked at Mr. Fushiguro with utmost solemnity.

Looking at the resolute six eyes.

Those azure eyes burned with an indomitable flame, unwavering in the slightest.

Fu Hei had no choice but to agree.

This is the fastest way to accelerate the adaptation process.

This also means that Gojo Satoru will have to endure more suffering.

But he had no choice, and they had no choice.

"I'll use the Enshi (円鹿) to add another layer of inversion effect for you."

"Let's weather this storm together!"

Both the boundless emptiness and the limitless lower limit were opened up by Gojo Satoru.

He controlled the flow of energy with the precision of an hourglass, allowing the slashes to surge into his surroundings.

Invisible blades rushed into the breach.

"bring it on……"

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, his chest bulging and his muscles tensing like a fully drawn bowstring.

I'm starving!!!

Gojo Satoru let out an incredibly mournful roar, which echoed through the ruins and reverberated in everyone's ears.

First, Gaozhuan Wutiao's mindset is not as strong as Shinjuku Wutiao's, facing such a dense and powerful offensive.

Unlike Shinjuku Gojo, he had come to regard pain as the norm.

Faced with such a dense and powerful offensive, Gojo Satoru could not withstand it with the same composure as his future self, and could not suppress the pain in his expression.

Secondly...

Su Nuo's slash.

Everything was concentrated on one point.

Concentrated between Gojo Satoru's two feet!

"Savor it, kid!"

Su Nuo seized the opportunity, a moment that Su Nuo could neither dodge nor block.

A frenzied attack on Gojo Satoru's demon pill!

It cuts away, slice by slice, at that most vulnerable, most sensitive, and most fragile part.

The King of Curses grinned from ear to ear, revealing his gleaming white fangs, his eyes gleaming with cruel pleasure.

"Hungry—ah—"

Gojo Satoru began to falter under the onslaught of the slashes.

With her legs clenched together and her whole body curled up in a ball, the pain was beyond the scope of words.

"I never imagined you could do this!"

"Sukuna!"

Seeing the blood seeping from Gojo Satoru's injury almost forming a pool, Fushiguro, in the shadows, also saw the phantom pain.

"Stop carrying it, Gojo-sensei, your Demon Orb will..."

Fushiguro already wanted Gojo Satoru to re-enter the group photo.

Let's think about the stove later.

Otherwise, Gojo Satoru would have been defeated by Sukuna's offensive once again.

"Hungry--"

Gojo Satoru's voice trembled, his body convulsed, and his will wavered.

I'm not hungry.

Gojo Satoru, who had been gritting his teeth and persevering, suddenly felt that the offensive had weakened considerably.

His demonic orb was suddenly able to withstand these slashes!

"Has it entered the second job advancement?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the halo behind him in confusion, but the halo did not make the familiar clicking sound.

"It's Sukuna..."

"His hand is injured; he can no longer maintain the palm print to increase output!"

Fukuro noticed Su Nuo's unusual behavior first.

His gaze pierced through the smoke of the battlefield.

Su Nuo's four hands, accompanied by wisps of rising blue smoke, resembled scorched wood smoking.

The skin is peeling away, revealing bright red muscle and white bone underneath.

"The reversal technique isn't working?"

Su Nuo stared in astonishment at his four annihilating hands; the reversal spell was failing to work!

"What is this?"

That annihilating power continued to erode his body.

Su Nuo roared, piercing the sky, but in return, he received a reply from the sky.

"Provide cover for Demon Void Luo to enter the peak of the third stage."

"I think I fought you in the same way last time!"

"King of Curses!!!"

A familiar sound pierced through the clouds, crashing down alongside lightning!

That bolt of lightning.

That silhouette.

Without a doubt!

Without a moment's mourning for Gojo Satoru's demonic orb, the one who immediately arrived on the battlefield was—

Thor, Lu Ziyun 1.