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

A domain is a manifestation of a sorcerer's inner world.

The moment he was surrounded by the [Triple Suffering] barrier, Fushiguro Megumi felt an oppressive weight as heavy as a physical object.

The air was scorching and viscous, as if one were inside a giant furnace. The obsessive desire of countless practitioners to reach the pinnacle of their skills created the suffocating atmosphere of this realm.

"Construction Technique!"

At the center of the domain, suspended in mid-air, Wan Bing coldly opened his mouth:

The omnipresent constructive power within the domain instantly collapsed and condensed into her palm!

The quality and concept of terror are compressed, forged, and refined.

The next moment, a three-meter-diameter object appeared, its entire surface shimmering with a mercury-like luster.

A perfectly smooth metal sphere, without a single flaw or seam, appeared in Fu Hei's field of vision.

Floating silently.

【Complete sphere】

One of the creations pushed to its extreme by the art of construction.

A real ball that cannot theoretically exist in reality.

Because it lacks any effective grounding area, all pressure and mass are locked within every inch of the sphere's internal structure.

This allows it to be endowed with theoretically unlimited, targeted kinetic energy and destructive power!

It is the ultimate embodiment of the combination of concept and violence!

Don't worry.

Wan's voice carried a hint of cruel mockery:

"Your face is to my liking. I'll hang your head up and dry it as a keepsake, a souvenir of your daring to scheme against me."

The moment the words left his mouth, the perfect sphere was quietly locked in by the domain's infallible rules.

The true ball seemed to teleport instantly, ignoring the spatial distance in between, and appeared directly in front of Fukuro with a silent power that could crush everything.

Knowing that dodging was futile, Fu Hei simply formed a palm seal on the spot to prepare for the next incantation.

The surging magical power within his body, which had just been upgraded, rushed wildly towards the shadow beneath his feet, which was completely out of place with the domain's shadow, following Fu Hei's will.

Fukuro never intended to win this battle through a battle of domains.

Don't try to make Sister Wan laugh with your half-finished product.

Fukuro's victory formula had already been repeatedly deduced and written down in his mind before he even stepped into this sanatorium, when he was conceiving the entire plan.

A hoarse incantation pierced the scorching air of the area.

The shadow beneath my feet surged and expanded violently, as if something was being forcibly awakened and dragged out!

"Furube—"

"Yura Yura——"

Help me, Lord Moxu Luo!

The subjugation ceremony is hereby initiated!

I'm going to explode!

"roar!!!"

A deep roar from another world suddenly exploded!

A pale body materialized.

The phantom of a demon, with a giant Dharma wheel spinning above its head, struggled and climbed from the torn abyss of shadow, finally revealing itself completely.

It stands majestically in the very center of this domain.

Eight-Handed Sword - Divine General of the Otherworldly Ring!

Demon Lord, descend!

"Such magical power?!"

For the first time, Wan's voice wavered violently.

His expression even carried a hint of barely suppressed horror!

She could clearly sense that this pale demon that had suddenly barged into her domain was both a fundamental restraint and a threat to the rules she had carefully constructed!

Almost without hesitation, his fighting instincts overwhelmed his killing intent towards Fukuro.

With a rapid thought, the "perfect sphere" that was originally locked onto Fushiguro Megumi instantly changed its target under the drive of the domain rules.

Having given up, Fu Hei, with a silent power capable of crushing everything, crashed fiercely into the newly manifested Demon Void Luo!

boom!!!

A dull thud that cannot be accurately described by sound!

The real ball was firmly imprinted on the massive body of the Demon Void Demon.

The terrifying kinetic energy and the concept of infinite internal pressure exploded instantly!

Mo Xuluo's pale body, which was strong enough to withstand the Fifteen Fingers Su Nuo Slash, was like a wax figure that had been branded with a hot iron. The parts that were hit instantly dented, disintegrated, and evaporated!

Most of his chest and an arm were turned into ominous specks of light scattered across the sky by the impact of the real ball!

"W-what is it...?"

"It looks scary, but it's nothing special. Is this your trump card? It's utterly useless!"

Admittedly, the Demon Void possesses the terrifying ability to adapt to all attacks. However, adaptation takes time and requires a process.

Before the adaptation is complete, it faces a full-force attack from Wan, a "perfect sphere" that embodies a lifetime of building philosophy and is supported by rules within its own domain.

It can still get hurt.

They might even be repeatedly bombarded by this pure, violent real ball before they can fully adapt, until they completely collapse!

And this was exactly what Fu Hei had planned!

"You can only maintain one real ball at a time, right?"

Fu Hei's cold voice suddenly rang out within the domain.

Wan suddenly turned his head, only to find that Fu Hei, who had been standing in place forming a hand seal, had already disappeared.

The purpose of the Demon Void has never been to defeat all or adapt to the "Perfect Sphere".

After all, this is a subjugation ritual.

If Mo Xu Luo were to survive by accident, he would surely become a tyrant.

Therefore, in this battle, Mo Xu Luo was a one-time use, the most expensive meat shield to draw fire!

Go and get yourself killed, Demon Lord!

What Fu Hei wanted to capture was the fatal vacuum period during which Wan maintained the perfect sphere to attack Mo Xu Luo.

"Get rid of the impurities!"

Fu Hei growled, and the remaining shadow beneath his feet exploded once more.

Dozens of jade dogs with blood-stained fangs, like wild beasts released from their cages, fearlessly pounced on Wan, who was suspended in mid-air and sweating profusely from maintaining the true sphere!

At the same time, Fushiguro Megumi held the spell tool in her hand, pouring all the spell power she had just gained into it.

He transformed into a swift shadow, blending into the pack of dogs, and charged towards Wan Ji!

The target was aimed directly at the vital parts of her body, which were eroded by toxins and had sluggish circulation of magical power!

"Damn it!"

Wan was both shocked and furious.

Fushiguro Megumi's deduction was completely correct!

Maintaining this ultimate structure of a perfect sphere requires her to devote the vast majority of her mind and magical power.

It was impossible to concentrate on maintaining that complex insect armor, and even constructing other large defenses or attacks became difficult.

In addition, the toxins in the blood of the bloated woman's body continued to erode her magical power and physical strength.

Victory seems to be just around the corner!

however……

Bang! Crack! Splat!

The first few Hunyu dogs that pounced on him were easily knocked away and blown apart by Wan's fists and feet, which were enhanced by his curse power, as if he were swatting flies!

Blood and flesh flying everywhere!

Her movements were as fast as a ghost, and her strength was astonishing. Even without armor and spells, the level of her spell power enhanced by the Thousand-Year Hammer and her combat skills still overwhelmed Fukuro's shikigami!

Fu Hei's figure burst out of the shadows like a ghost, his cursed tool piercing the gap in Wan's waist and abdomen, which were slightly sluggish due to the poison!

"Too slow!"

Wan sneered, seemingly unable to avoid it, but at the critical moment, he twisted his body by a hair's breadth, so that the tip of the cursed tool only grazed his clothes and skin on his side, leaving a trail of blood.

At the same time, Wan's left hand moved faster than expected, accurately grabbing Fukuhei Hui's wrist that was holding the weapon!

Click.

The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

Fu Hei let out a painful groan as his wrist instantly fractured.

"Your big shikigami looks like it's about to collapse."

With a mocking air of victory in his grasp, Wan forcibly twisted Fushiguro Megumi, whom he had been restraining, to the side, allowing him to see the almost crushing scene in the distance.

At the center of the domain, there was the enormous and twisted pale body of the Demon Void, which emanated from the perfect sphere.

The body of Mo Xuluo is disintegrating and evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light of the Falun flickered intensely, clearly indicating that its speed of repair and adaptation was far from keeping up with the pure, violent destructive output of the "True Sphere".

The Demon Void is on the verge of collapse.

"Looks like your last little trick is going to fail too."

Wan's voice carried a cruel pleasure as his fingers tightened around Fu Hei's wrist, the pain of his fractured bone clearly audible.

However, the reason for the complete failure was...

She overestimated Fushiguro Megumi.

Everyone laughs at Fu Hei, but Fu Hei really doesn't live up to expectations.

On the battlefield, there was clearly a wounded Jade Dog lying on its back, and in the distance, the Demon Void Luo was on the verge of collapse.

According to the Ten Shadows Iron Rule, the absolute limit for maintaining two shikigami at the same time should have been reached.

But the Demon Void was not summoned through the conventional Ten Shadows Technique.

It was forcibly dragged into the mortal world by the subjugation ritual, and its logic and cost are completely different from those of ordinary shikigami!

Wan was completely unaware of Fu Hei's true strength and methods.

I never dreamed that this seemingly desperate young man could exploit the loopholes in the rules of the subjugation ritual to maintain a third type of shikigami unit on the field!

puff!

A clear, muffled sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh and bone.

Without warning, it came from the very center of Wan's chest.

The sinister smile on Wan's face froze instantly, turning into incredulous astonishment.

She looked down and saw a section of crimson and black cloud, stained with her own hot blood, piercing through her chest, near her heart.

There was no fluctuation of magical power.

Only the purest form of physical violence, pushing concealment and outburst to their extremes.

A burly, powerful figure, like a demon splitting from her own shadow, silently emerged from the shadows behind her.

He thrust the sharp tip of the fragment of the wandering cloud into Wan's heart, deeper and more ruthlessly.

Heaven is extremely cruel to tyrants.

That was Fukuro's last trump card.

The intelligence remains the same, and so does the ambush.

The light in Wan's eyes dimmed rapidly, and the boiling magical power around him dissipated quickly like a punctured balloon.

The fatal penetrating wound, coupled with the previous erosion from the blood of the swelling phase, instantly destroyed her last chance to maintain her domain and any complex spells.

The domain began to tremble violently, collapse, and dissipate!

The edge of the barrier faded, the distorted scene returned to normal, and the cold, hard hospital ward floor beneath my feet returned to normal.

In the distance, the perfect sphere, which had lost the rule of guaranteed hit and the maintenance of the spell power, instantly disintegrated, turning into the most basic turbulent flow of spell power and dissipating.

Meanwhile, Mo Xuluo, who had also lost his domain suppression and attack target, also paused slightly in his collapsing body.

Then, as if having completed its final mission, it transformed into a pale stream of light and returned to the depths of the shadow beneath Fushiguro Megumi's feet.

At the same moment, Fukuro Megumi, with a life-or-death swindle and a precise backstab.

The dual objectives of removing Wan's domain and dispelling the summoning of Mo Xu Luo have been achieved.

"I... I actually did."

Wan covered the huge hole in his chest with one hand.

But blood still gushed out like a spring, and life force rapidly vanished with each drop of blood lost.

"I'll never lose to a lowly servant like you!"

"alright."

Fushiguro Megumi's voice was completely flat, looking down at Wan.

"It's time for you to fulfill your obligations."

"Reforge the Heavenly Rebellion Blade."

Wan Huan's scattered gaze focused slightly as he looked at Fu Hei Hui's expressionless face, and suddenly a broken and mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Heh...hehe..."

She coughed up blood: "Binding? Reforging? Without Lord Su Nuo's 'love' as the core, I can't create such a thing..."

Wan simply slumped backward, leaning against the cold wall, adopting a completely resigned attitude, ready to be killed at any moment.

For her, death might not be so terrible, and she was indifferent to the backlash from the constraints.

Fu Hei immediately deflated; this was a completely unexpected turn of events!

Where is he supposed to find something as abstract yet concrete as Su Nuo's love?!

Are you suggesting we call Huzhang over now, force him to say "I love you" to the dying Wan?

Putting aside whether Itaragi is willing or not, and whether Sukuna can hear it, the thought of this scene is enough to make one's scalp tingle.

What should I do?

In this desperate situation, Fu Hei's demonic mind raced at an unprecedented speed, processing fragments of memories from his past life, online banter, and historical research into the game's lore...

All information is instantly collided, filtered, and recombined!

Got it!

"you!"

Fushiguro suddenly spoke, with an unusual certainty, as if stating a fact:

"You don't like to wear proper clothes in the palace. You like to wander around casually, and even... run around naked."

Wan's unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.

"You have a sweet tooth, especially a type of dessert from the East called Tang Guozi."

Fu Hei instantly used his memories from his past life to open the box.

He recounted all of Wan's intelligence in detail.

"How...how did you know...?"

Wan's voice trembled violently.

How could this "male servant" know so much about these things?

Don't underestimate my intelligence network!

Fu Hei slightly raised his chin, maintaining an inscrutable posture.

"actually--"

"These are all things that Lord Sukuna told me personally."

The ward was deathly silent.

Wan stared blankly at Fushiguro Megumi, trying to understand the meaning of those words.

"What the hell...?"

Wan's voice trembled with tears: "So Lord Sukuna understands me so well, I'm so happy... really... so happy..."

The light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if she were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

Wan struggled, using the last of his strength, to raise his trembling arm.

He gently pressed his blood-stained hand against his empty chest, then slowly raised it and reached out towards Fushiguro Megumi.

"You must make Sukuna treat it as if it were something I would use carefully."

Wan's body transformed into countless shimmering silver dust particles, drifting away and dissipating peacefully, as if a wish had been fulfilled.

At the same time, Fu Hei felt a weight in his palm, a cold, heavy touch containing a strange aura.

Look down.

A simple, menacing, and incongruous metal blade lay quietly in his hand.

The blade wasn't particularly sharp, yet it emitted a chilling, eerie aura.

Superior-grade cursed artifact: Heavenly Reversal Blade.

In this desperate situation.

It has reappeared in the world.