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

"Cough cough..."

A coughing sound, like a broken bellows being pulled, came from the smoke and dust.

Fuheshchen stood up again.

This is the ultimate physical body that transcends the ordinary, obtained through the exchange of zero magical power.

Even with the gruesome wounds on his chest and abdomen, this body, born solely for battle, faithfully continues its killing program.

The water clock struggled to reassemble its scattered curse power, and even the killing intent in its eyes locked onto its target again.

The second round of the deathmatch was about to begin.

boom!!!

A terrifying surge of cursed power, filled with a violent aura, instantly rose above Shibuya.

A sudden outbreak occurred in a remote neighborhood on the other side of Shibuya!

Its intensity even instantly overwhelmed the aftershocks of the fierce battle here, causing the entire ruins to tremble!

22:55

Fu Hei glanced at the remains of an electronic clock that hadn't completely stopped in the ruins, and instantly understood.

Time is up.

Now is the time for the liberation of the Five Fingers Su Nuo.

The remnants of Xia Youjie's gang are injecting the fifth Sukuna finger into Hisahito Itadori's body.

Very good. The plot did not completely derail because of this turn of events.

"Shu...it's Japanese knotweed, isn't it?"

The meticulous Nanami instantly assessed the situation, realizing that something must have activated the seal within Itadori's body.

"Mr. Nanami, Maki, could you please split up and check on Itajō's condition?"

Fuhei took the initiative and proposed a plan to split up.

He had to make sure Nanami and Maki left the area.

According to the original story, Tiger Staff, which swallowed only one finger, should have been able to suppress Su Nuo's awakening for a moment.

Sending Nanami and Maki, who were not seriously injured, would at worst result in them encountering Natsume's remnants and some wandering cursed spirits.

It's not like facing a fully-formed Sukuna, so the threat is relatively controllable.

As for why the two were sent away?

The reason is that Fushiguro needs to create a space where he can be alone with the Naobi people.

He needs the old patriarch's strength, but he also needs to isolate him from the information network in order to execute the next step of the plan.

That was the Zen temple family incident.

The world line continues to shift.

The chain of plans snapped together rapidly in my mind.

It works!

"Understood. Please be careful and take care, Fukuro."

Nanami did not hesitate at all, but simply gave Fukuro a deep look.

This seasoned adult sorcerer always demonstrates impeccable reliability at crucial moments.

"Please don't die, Megumi!"

Maki forced a smile that was mixed with worry.

The stench of death still hung thickly over Shibuya, but the farewells of companions were a rare and precious thing in the night.

Don't worry, I still have the invincible Lord Moxu Luo!

Fukuro responded with a smile, but did not reveal his plans.

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom!!!

An even more violent explosion rang out in the sky, flames and plumes of smoke shot into the heavens, and chaotic turbulent currents of magical energy swept wildly.

The impact of the explosion and the billowing smoke instantly separated the four people who had been gathered together.

Like an invisible boundary marker, it demarcated two different battlefields.

Nanami and Maki sped off without hesitation toward the direction where Sukuna's aura was erupting, quickly disappearing into the ruins and thick smoke.

"They're fighting further and further away."

The reminder from the Zhibi people pulled Fukuro back to the battlefield of the Shirakawa.

"Young man Fu Hei, can you catch them?"

The Zhibi people watched the two, Shen and Louhu, disappear into the distance and began to assume their starting stances.

"Yes, please come and sit down with me!"

Without wasting words, Fuhei's shadow suddenly expanded, and a giant owl-shaped shikigami, Nue, emerged from the shadows with a hiss.

He flipped and leaped onto the back of the Nue, while reaching out his hand to the Jibi people.

Looking at the majestic Nue, a complex emotion flashed across Naobi's gaunt face.

"Ten Shadows, huh?"

Perhaps it was the sight of the scene that stirred up emotions, perhaps it was for the deceased members of the Zen family, or perhaps it was out of regret for the complex blood ties.

The Zhibi man was swift and agile, leaping onto the Nue, but his eyes wandered, as if deep in thought.

This was exactly what Fu Hei wanted.

Just as Nue spread its wings and was about to take off to chase after the distant battlefield, Fukuro's expression flashed, and the power output of the curse controlling Nue showed an extremely subtle fluctuation.

Sizzle.

A faint, bluish-white arc of electricity quietly emerged from between the feathers on the neck of the nue.

It lightly struck the inner lining of the Jibi uniform, at a slightly bulging, hard spot.

That was a specially made magic cell phone carried by the Jibi people for emergency communication.

The faint cracking sound was perfectly masked by the wind and the distant explosion.

The delicate electronic components inside the phone were instantly overloaded and completely destroyed under this precise electrical stimulation.

The channels for information transmission were thus quietly severed.

Risking the wrath of the heads of the three main families, Fushiguro took this risk to go this far, all for the sake of what he was about to do.

His knuckles tapped rapidly on his phone, and a pre-edited message was sent with a light tap of his fingertip.

The recipient of the letter was the college's rear base, where the principal and his daughter were stationed.

The information is:

"The head of the Zen temple, the Zen temple's chief disciple, has been confirmed dead."

"The injuries were too severe to save. The scene was chaotic, and the body could not be recovered at this time."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Naobi man beside him, who was completely unaware of the situation and was intently watching the battlefield.

Although the old patriarch was not in his prime at the moment, he was clearly a long way from death.

The intelligence is false.

But some people will believe it, or even hope for it, and thus distort it into reality.

What kind of turmoil would this false news cause if it reached the Zen family, which was already rife with suspicion and internal strife?

He was overjoyed to show his filial piety.

Fuhei naturally dared not hope that a false rumor could cause the vast Zen family to fall apart instantly, turning father and son against each other.

But at the very least, driven by desire and ambition, it will surely stir up unexpected whirlpools and undercurrents.

It's enough to significantly impact the Zen Buddhist community's power structure.

The fuse that would later be lit for family turmoil within the Zen monastery has already been quietly laid.

Now, let's get back to the present.

It's time to return to the real feast that he personally spearheaded and has been eagerly anticipating.

The ceremonial bird pierced the smoke-filled night sky, rapidly approaching the heart of the battlefield, which resembled a hellish inferno.

Below, amidst towering flames and collapsing buildings, two figures continued their frenzied and violent battle!

The force of the punches and the raging flames clashed, turning that area into an absolute no-go zone for life.

The scene of destruction was reflected in Fu Hei's dark pupils, and a calm analysis and a burning expectation silently burned within them.

The battle between natural disasters and the tyrants remains unresolved.

Hui said:

"Don't make me get too excited!"

A sinister smile returned to Fu Hei's face.