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

"It's Lu Suo."

Lu Ziyun frowned deeply, her face revealing her extreme displeasure at being disturbed.

"Don't disturb my duel!"

The remaining lightning still crackled around him, his fists clenched, his fighting stance unchanged.

He remained firmly locked onto Shi Liulong, who was not far away and whose killing intent had not subsided.

He showed no extra wariness or greeting to this old friend who had suddenly appeared.

tear it up-

The sound of flesh being torn apart was exceptionally clear on the silent battlefield.

"Varied……"

Lu Ziyun froze, lowering her head in disbelief.

A dark bone blade pierced through his upper chest!

He twisted his body forcefully, ignoring the penetrating wound in his chest, and concentrated his curse power to slam it hard behind him, hitting a cursed spirit squarely.

Under such circumstances, how could a cursed spirit possibly infiltrate the battlefield?

There is only one possibility.

Lu Ziyun stared intently at the figure cloaked in Xia Youjie's skin at the edge of the battlefield, letting out a roar mixed with pain and rage:

"Rousuo!!!"

A roar accompanied by a gush of blood.

Lu Suo tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the heavily injured Lu Ziyun, the exhausted Shi Liulong, and the almost immobile Fu Hei in the distance, his smile deepening.

"I'm sorry, Lu Ziyun, I'm not here to stop you, I'm here to kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless cracks instantly tore open around Lu Suo, from which countless cursed spirits of various shapes and sizes emerged.

Like hunting dogs receiving a unified command, they pounced on Lu Ziyun, who had just suffered a severe injury.

With a roar, Lu Ziyun unleashed a torrent of purple lightning, instantly tearing apart several approaching cursed spirits.

However, there were simply too many cursed spirits, and with his injured body, he was immediately overwhelmed.

Blood continued to gush from the large holes in his chest and back, and the lightning dimmed at a visible speed.

"Hey, you're not sweet at all!"

Shi Liulong instantly condensed a bundle of cursed power, intending to deal with this sudden troublemaker together.

But Lu Suo simply raised his left hand casually and gently pressed it down in the direction of Shi Liulong.

The newly formed beam of cursed power collapsed under the twisting pressure before it could even be launched.

Even with his magical power redirected between his legs, he couldn't resist the twisting force of gravity. With a loud crash, Shi Liulong was pressed firmly into the ground, causing the hard concrete beneath him to collapse.

"The magical power of the two of you is too precious; I can't let it slip away."

"I need your magical power to nourish my plans."

At that time, Fuhei naturally did not know that Lusuo possessed such an extraordinary trump card as Jiejian.

He knew only one thing, clearly and coldly—

He'd been racking up kills for so long, and now Lu Suo was about to steal them from him.

Food guarding?

Sent it!!!

"What a joke! I've been fighting for so long, I've even activated my domain, and it's almost burned out."

"You think you can just come and steal kills whenever you want?"

However, reality is cruel.

The three players on the field were already exhausted.

Facing a fully fit and clearly well-prepared Lu Suo, a direct confrontation would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

"Hey, you must be exhausted."

It seemed as if only then did Lu Suo notice Fukuro Megumi's hateful gaze.

Wandering leisurely within the defensive circle formed by the swarm of cursed spirits, Lu Suo appeared completely unconcerned about Fu Hei before him.

The voice held an almost pitying mockery:

"Why do sorcerers from all eras have such a childish sense of responsibility?"

"Go take a break, abandon all your ideals, abandon all your responsibilities."

"After all, staying alive is more important than these things."

"I will... kill Tiger Staff Old Feng with lightning speed."

Although Fu Hei was exhausted, his verbal skills remained undiminished.

"Ugh."

Lu Suo sighed softly, seemingly with regret, and said no more. He gently raised his hand.

As if receiving a command, the surrounding swarm of cursed spirits simultaneously unleashed a violent surge of cursed power!

Unable to use any more spells, Fu Hei was violently blasted away by this brute force, flying dozens of meters through the air before crashing heavily into a pile of ruins further away.

He lay sprawled amidst the blood and rubble, like a tattered rag.

Seeing that Fushiguro Megumi looked like she would die at any moment, Rōsō seemed to have finally lost his last bit of interest. He didn't deliver the final blow, but simply turned around slowly.

Several large, powerful cursed spirits separated and tightly bound and restrained the suppressed Stone Dragon and Deer Purple Cloud.

He strode forward, preparing to carry the two spoils of war, slowly making his way towards the hidden base deep within the Tokyo Barrier, a place unknown to anyone.

Swoosh—

A sharp, piercing sound came from behind Lu Suo again.

The spell-wielding implement, gleaming with a cold light, sliced ​​through the air, halting the rope's path forward.

The trajectory of the projectile was self-evident, leaving Lu Suo helplessly turning around again.

The figure in the college uniform was using a twisted piece of steel as support, swaying as it tried to stand up again from the pool of blood and rubble.

"Hey, what's your body made of? How can you even stand up?"

The joy was fleeting, quickly suppressed by anger. Lu Suo summoned his cursed spirit again, intending to deal with this annoying high-level sorcerer.

"Don't underestimate my comrade, you bastard!"

"Companions?"

Lu Suo repeated the word as if chewing it.

"Ha, interesting."

"Is your life driven by this kind of belief?"

"For the sake of these so-called interpersonal relationships, hasn't your vocational college instilled any loftier ideals in you?"

"I'm afraid Xia Youjie might defect from the vocational college. If I had to stay with people like you every day, I probably wouldn't be able to stand it."

Lu Suo's laughter gradually subsided, and the cursed spirits surged silently around him, emanating an even more dangerous aura.

Faced with the deadly attack that was already poised to strike, Fu Hei's vision was already blurred by blood, and excruciating pain and weakness constantly assaulted his last remaining consciousness.

But that glimmer of light in his eyes never disappeared.

"What do you know?"

"I'm going to create one..."

"Let's create a world where Yuto Itadori, Nobara Kugizaki, Satoru Gojo, Toshiki Inuma, Panda, Maki Zenin, Yuta Otoko, Kinji Shirai, Kasumi Miwa, Noriki Kamo, Aoi Toudou, Momo Nishimiya, Mai Zenin, Taketo Nanami, Ino, Mei Mei, Utahime An, Kusakabe, Higurashi, Akizo, Yuki Tsukumo... basically, everyone survives!!!"

Fushiguro's will surpasses Obito's.

Even the bound Shi Liulong was shaken by this sense of righteousness.

What the hell? Are you reciting a menu?

"This is utterly boring."

"Don't let me hear that stupid stuff again."

The cold sound of the clapper rang out, bringing this long ordeal to an end.

Faced with this attack that was absolutely impossible to resist, Fu Hei's eyes were unusually firm.

With great difficulty, he formed a palm print in front of him, a print that he had practiced countless times.

The pressure is already at its maximum.

Startup allowed!!!

Fu Hei forced out his last words, which echoed above the ruins soaked in blood and fire:

"Furube..."

"Yura Yura..."