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

The physical body of the Four-Armed Demon God.

A huge gash was cut open between his waist and abdomen, like a felled flag, severed in half.

Four arms still stubbornly supported them on the ground.

However, the core of the curse's power has been completely disconnected, preventing the King of Curses from transmitting any power to other parts of his body.

His lower body had completely lost sensation, feeling heavy and powerless.

With a long howl, the King of Curses, barely holding on to his last posture, finally collapsed, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

It drifted down slowly, covering his broken body.

His body quickly lost its color.

The slowly dissipating body continued to shrink, eventually revealing a boy's body completely different from the ferocious four hands.

Yuujin Itadori from a parallel world appears in a curled-up position within Sukuna's severed upper body.

An imaginary mass that can invade everything.

It even transcended the level of the soul!

Only the soul of the King of Curses was severed, while the consciousness of Hisahito Itadori within it was preserved.

To allow that imprisoned soul to see the light of day again.

His tightly closed brows trembled slightly, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, before he was suddenly awakened.

He then spat out a glob of unidentified liquid.

The unidentified liquid that had leaked out began to wriggle on the ground like maggots the moment it hit the ground.

Having lost its well-forged and tempered body, it can only exist in this ugly, lowly, and repulsive way.

The world of Gojo Satoru.

Successfully defeated the King of the Thousand-Year Curse.

It has entered the regionalized form.

"The sewers! The sewers!"

Su Tuo desperately twisted its transformed form, which had lost all its former majesty as the King of Curses, as it drew ever closer to the nearest sewer opening.

Consciousness that has broken free from the soul channel.

In the end, it could only turn into this state, barely clinging to life.

That once invincible King of Curses, the millennium-old scourge that struck fear into the hearts of the entire sorcery world, the strongest curse that looked down upon all living beings as a four-armed demon god.

At this moment, it was nothing more than a clump of ugly, lowly liquid wriggling on the ground.

They desperately crawl into the darkness in order to survive.

"As long as we can get to that place..."

Su Tuo desperately crawled towards the sewer.

If he can utilize Okinawa's drainage system, he can leave this land of defeat and make a comeback.

"As long as it can..."

After overcoming numerous hardships, climbing over rubble and bypassing ruins, Su Tuo finally reached the edge of the manhole cover.

The cast iron manhole cover gleamed a dull rust color in the setting sun, and the dark, damp smell of the sewer seeped through the gaps in its edges.

But for Su Nuo at this moment, it was the fragrance of freedom.

The liquefied substance flowed like melted wax into the gaps in the manhole cover, about to slip quietly down.

Unexpectedly, the entire manhole cover was lifted off!

The cast iron manhole cover flipped in the air, making a dull metallic clang that echoed through the ruins!

"Sorry, this place is full!"

Fu Hei's voice came from the sewer, and his figure emerged from the darkness, leaping out by stepping on the inner wall of the sewer.

A confident smile played on his lips, standing out starkly in the dim light.

"Below, there are shadows too!"

The dark sewers provided Fuhei with an excellent space to perform his spells.

This allowed him to use his stealth ability to directly intercept the fleeing Su Tuo.

"Euro!"

A heavy uppercut, coming from below, struck the liquefied body directly.

He punched Su Tuo directly, sending him flying and leaving a shiny trail in the sunlight, exposing him to the view of the students at the college.

Looking at the one-eyed figure of the King of Curses, filled with fear.

Fukuro decided to hand Sutuo over first.

The modern-day king of trash talk—

Gojo Satoru! ! !

"The King of Curses?"

"They are just ordinary people who were not born in my time."

"You're the challenger!"

I'll probably forget about you soon.

"Whatever, just forget about it..."

The King of Trash Talk, Gojo Satoru, judges the fallen King of Curses from an absolute, superior perspective.

The entire battlefield was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Fukuguro, and there's also Tsuru!"

Tiger Stick, who had been watching Su Tuo's ugly state from the side, suddenly realized something.

That stitched-up monster is still controlling Old Feng's body, making him run around everywhere!

"rest assured."

Fu Hei draped his heavy arm over Hu Zhang's shoulder, looking quite pleased with himself.

"I have already sent our best pursuer to arrest Lu Suo."

"The best pursuer?"

Huzhang frowned, pondering Fuhei's suggestion.

"Are you referring to Lu Ziyunyi?"

"certainly."

Fu Hei chuckled, as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"because……"

Fu Hei gestured to Hu Zhang, gazing into the distance at the horizon.

At the dilapidated dock in Okinawa, Tōzō awkwardly slipped among the ruins.

His face was covered in dust and blood, completely devoid of his usual composure and calm demeanor.

"Luckily, I've lived for so many years and learned to sail a boat back in Hawaii."

The curse masters, who have been around for thousands of years, know that the seawater is a hindrance to curse masters.

On flat ground with a fulcrum, a powerful mage can indeed catch up with a vehicle.

But on the sea where there is no support, it's a completely different story.

"As long as we can get to that place..."

Lu Suo kept muttering to himself, trying to climb onto the still-operational ship.

Trembling fingers reached for the engine where the key remained, and with a forceful twist, the engine roared to life.

"As long as we can get there!"

"I won't lose..."

"I will never lose!"

"Fukuguro, I want your copper ball for the last game!"

Lu Suo frantically steered the boat.

The moment I saw the stern leave the dock, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down...

Zisha—

The pulsating sound of electricity shattered Lu Suo's illusions at an inopportune moment.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Lu Ziyun unleashed a burst of lightning, her knuckles transforming into swords, and slashed down with devastating force:

"Lightning Whirlwind Slash!!!"