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

"Damn it, what is Megumi doing?!"

Outside the domain, Maki angrily slammed her fist into the domain's outer shell, which was a mixture of shadow and concrete.

"Calm down, Maki-kun. I've heard that Fushiguro's domain is rather unstable and incomplete."

"Do not damage the area before you can ensure his safety, so as not to harm him."

Nanami made her judgment based on her extensive knowledge of spells.

The three had just gone through a fierce battle, and their magical power and physical strength were greatly depleted.

At this moment, all we can do is brace ourselves and stand vigilantly outside this eerie, shadowy realm.

However, the silence did not last long.

In the deathly silent platform, an unfamiliar voice abruptly invaded the space:

"Are you dead too, Tuogen?"

"What?!"

The cursed spirit broke through the encirclement of the sorcerers. Its one eye merely glanced at the dissipating remnants of the Torgen on the ground and began to converse with the ashes of its remaining body.

The three warlocks, who were on high alert, were completely ignored by the one-eyed cursed spirit in front of them.

The air was almost frozen, with only the faint hissing sound of steam billowing from the top of the cursed spirit's head remaining.

The sweat that had just seeped from their skin was quickly evaporated.

In the absolute silence, a chilling pressure rose in the hearts of the three.

"Even stronger than the previous cursed spirit! Much stronger!"

The Jikbi man's cloudy old eyes narrowed into slits.

All the lingering effects of the alcohol had long since evaporated under this terrifying sense of oppression.

His lean body was poised and ready, but deep inside, that long-lost instinct for death was pounding wildly.

"Let's meet again in the wilderness a hundred years from now!"

Without any prior hand seals, the flames reached the top of his head, and the burning wind scorched his hair.

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Within the shadowy realm.

"Fu Hei?"

"Isn't this a Zen temple? That's wonderful."

Fu Heishen'er.

Or rather, this weapon of slaughter, driven by a spirit, is called Heaven and Tyrant.

The ferocious killing intent seemed to freeze slightly after Fu Hei desperately cried out "Father."

An expression of near-relief flashed across his face, almost like an illusion.

Then, the fist that had stopped turned slowly and swung towards his own temple!

"Father, don't die!"

Fu Hei pulled Shen Er back from his shrug. He couldn't let Shen Er truly let go, or there would be a line of four skewers of barbecue outside.

We need to get this father sorted out first.

Fu Hei's mind raced, cold sweat mingling with blood as it slid down his back. He had reached his limit maintaining his domain; he had to act quickly…

Just then.

Outside the domain, that hoarse, scorching voice pierced through the barrier of the incomplete domain and came in clearly:

coming.

Fu Hei's spirits lifted sharply, and he accurately captured information from outside the domain.

This is the advantage of not closing off the domain; it doesn't block information from the outside world, allowing Fukuro to still detect situations outside the domain.

What other barrier besides an incomplete domain can achieve such an effect?

How about we try hacking into another semi-closed area?

"Father, get ready to go!"

Fukuro began to loosen the knots in his hands.

He dodged to the side, dispelling the domain and revealing three red and black figures emerging from the shadows.

At the very instant the domain dissipated, Fu Heishen, who had been standing still, locked his pure black eyes on the direction Fu Hei had indicated.

The outer wall of the domain was violently distorted by the dual impact of internal disintegration and terrifying external high temperature, faintly revealing a crimson light.

The dark domain vanished completely at that moment.

The real-life scenes, sounds, and terrifying heat surged in like a floodgate bursting open.

He just happened to see it.

In mid-air, the palm of the water clock held flames powerful enough to melt everything, proclaiming death.

The blazing white flames transformed into a sky full of fiery streams, so intense that Fu Hei could barely open his eyes.

But what followed was a deafening roar, not a burst of flames.

This is a dull impact that tears through the air, shatters bones, and makes one's teeth ache and bones crack!

The blazing white flames vanished instantly.

Fuheishen's figure tore through the flames, ruthlessly cutting into the close range of the water clock and attacking it.

"A sneak attack on this area."

Fu Hei completely dispelled his domain, leaning awkwardly against the wall, waiting for the show to unfold.

"What's going on?!"

Nanami and Maki looked at each other in bewilderment at the sight, while only Naobi showed a look of astonishment at the appearance of the dead.

Meanwhile, the two men, suspended in mid-air, continued their battle above the building.

"cough!"

Louhu let out a muffled groan as the terrifying dent in its chest, caused by Youyun's smash, rapidly swelled up and recovered under the influence of the curse.

But the shock and anger in his single eye did not dissipate; instead, it burned even more intensely because of this unprecedented situation.

"A sorcerer? No."

The water clock stared intently at the figure that was closing in on him again, as if by magic.

It has no magical power whatsoever.

This conclusion is utterly absurd.

The shirtless man in front of them showed no signs of any magical power circulating around him.

But the speed and power he displayed completely redefined our understanding of water clocks.

"This speed."

A flicker of disbelief flashed in the water clock's single eye.

Among the four calamities, it boasts the fastest speed, and its explosive power and agility of fire surpass those of Tuogen and Huayu.

He had only ever seen such a suffocating, storm-like offensive from Gojo Satoru.

call out!

Fuhe Shen'er's figure disappeared from the spot again, and his pure physical strength suddenly erupted!

The air was compressed into a cone-shaped white cloud of gas explosion. Before the sharp sonic boom even arrived, the black and red cloud had already pierced the head of the water clock!

Don't underestimate me!!!

The pride and rage of being a natural disaster were completely ignited.

The water clock stopped trying to block or dodge the strange close-range stab. Its single eye suddenly widened, and terrifying magical power was compressed and exploded instantly!

The blazing white light engulfed the two intertwined figures.

Below, the onlookers were instantly blinded by the intense light, and a violent gust of hot wind carrying molten rock fragments rained down.

Watching the clash between pure violence and ultimate magical power, watching the intertwining of drifting clouds and flames.

Fukuro was finally able to shed all his pretenses.

The sorcerer cast aside all rationality and composure.

All that remains is the yearning from the 21st century, and the corresponding burning gaze.

That was the uncontrollable tremor and fervor when facing a clash of ultimate power!

That's a morbid excitement that turns a life-or-death struggle into a thrilling battle!

That was a desire that transcended all positions and even life and death, a pure desire to witness and analyze this dream showdown!

"Are you my dessert, Shen vs. the water clock!"

"How sweet!!!"

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