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

Just as the entire Dou Nuo team was trapped in a desperate situation, about to be cleaved in two by that double-amplified slash.

Mo Xuluo resolutely stood in front of everyone.

That pale figure stood silently in the path of the slash, like an insurmountable barrier.

Just one cut.

The Demon-Slaying Sword flashed suddenly, drawing a perfect arc in the air and accurately striking the enhanced slash that was so fast it was almost invisible.

The moment the sword's edge clashed with the invisible blade, dazzling sparks and a piercing shriek erupted.

The entire space trembled from the impact, and a visible shockwave spread outward from the point of impact, sweeping away the surrounding debris and dust.

bomb!

That fatal strike, powerful enough to cleave five people into ten pieces, was like a light feather to Mo Xuluo.

And it's not just about bouncing away.

opposite!

Mo Xuluo was also able to accurately sense the composition and trajectory of the spell's power at the moment of contact, using the blade as a medium, and make subtle modifications to the trajectory at the moment of rebound.

The reverse-flying slash traced a tricky arc in the air, like a boomerang pulling past Su Nuo's defensive stance and fiercely attacking his waist!

The momentum of the strike did not diminish; instead, it used the force of the strike to reverse and return the power to its original path.

"What?!"

Su Nuo was taken aback.

Although he still had experience fighting against the Demon Lord in his first playthrough, he knew that this monster's adaptability would continue to increase over time.

But he never expected that the fourth-stage peak Demon Void Luo would be so powerful!

Swoosh—

The slash pushed Su Nuo's body backward, and with the shockwave of the collapsing wall, he was sent flying out of the Hongxing Palace.

The rubble and dust exploded behind Su Nuo, forming a long trail before stopping amidst the ruins.

A gash was slashed across his waist, cutting right through the entire cross-section of his abdomen!

If this slash hadn't originated from Sukuna's own curse power, reducing some of the damage, it would have been a different story.

Su Nuo must be in an even more disheveled state now.

"Dragon scales".

"Reverse release".

"A Pair of Shooting Stars!"

Su Nuo did not believe in evil spirits.

He once again boosted his output with incantations, frantically pouring the remaining incantational power into his fingertips, and launched a second round of slashes at Mo Xu Luo.

This time, Su Nuo deliberately released more mesh solutions on the impact surface.

The death net, woven from dozens of slashes, covered an extremely wide area, almost completely sealing off any space for evasion.

Each strike's trajectory is precisely calculated, intersecting and complementing each other to form an impenetrable net.

Su Nuo's intentions were quite clear.

If Mo Xuluo is not handled properly...

Those members of the Dounu group who have not adapted to the slashing attack, lack keen perception, and are still lingering on the edge of the battlefield will be killed by the unexpected aftershocks of Su Nuo's grid dismantling attack.

This is the only underhanded trick Su Nuo can think of right now: first, secretly use the mesh to eliminate a few members of the Dou Nuo group who are eyeing him.

"untie!"

The overwhelming slashes came like a torrential rain, and countless slash marks filled the field of vision, as if even the sky was about to be sliced ​​into pieces.

The trajectories of those slashes crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable net, intent on strangling everything within its range.

However, Mo Xuluo simply waved his hand lightly.

He didn't even use the blade to parry; he simply held the demon-slaying sword horizontally in front of him, and the blade trembled slightly.

An invisible repulsive force spread out from the blade, radiating outwards from Mo Xuluo as the center.

The overwhelming mesh of energy forcibly distorted and deflected the sharp slashing trajectories!

Initially, they scattered and splashed like turbulent waters, then they clashed and submerged each other.

消！

Like a chain reaction of waves, the slashes fly and collide, like a tsunami completely overturning the entire empty space.

It eventually dissipated into the air, without even a ripple reaching the area where the Nuotuan were located.

Demon King Huxu Luo, your best partner.

The premise is that Fu Hei must hide well in the shadows.

Otherwise, we'll cancel the order first.

Su Nuo's pupils contracted again.

It was only then that he realized that so-called adaptation was not just about reducing the damage caused; that was only the most superficial understanding.

Adaptation also has the characteristic of learning.

Mo Xuluo not only sees through the slashes, but also understands the offensive patterns of those slashes.

It learned the logic of slashing, the flow of magical power, and how to manipulate this power in reverse.

It no longer passively endures the slashes, but actively understands and controls them.

Demon Void has become the master of the slash.

boom!

The demon-slaying sword swung fiercely once more, sending Su Nuo flying again.

His body tumbled through the air several times, crashing through another wall before finally coming to a stop amidst the ruins.

The clothes on his chest had been torn to shreds, revealing the muscular lines of his grotesque physique.

After losing the effective attack method of slashing, Su Nuo's offense and defense were completely overwhelmed by Mo Xu Luo.

The slash was ineffective against the Demon Void, but its counterattack could actually knock down Su Nuo.

As fists and blades clashed repeatedly, the halo symbolizing Huai Ying behind him began to rotate once more.

Click—

Mo Xuluo was even beginning to adapt to Su Nuo's physical techniques and the magical power he applied to his fists and feet!

Mo Xuluo approached step by step, each step carrying an unstoppable sense of oppression.

Although exhausted, the Dou Nuo group maintained their formation and was putting pressure on him from the flank.

In Su Nuo's mind, there was only one way to win.

That means expanding the domain again, accumulating dust again, and using the stove [opening] again.

Once enough dust has accumulated, and as long as the [Open] function can be successfully released, the output scale will expand along with the dust.

Only by overcoming the need to adapt to the slashing attacks can one completely kill the Demon Void Demon.

"Domain Expansion—"

The shrine of white bones reappeared, crashing down upon the ruins and overwhelming all sound and light.

A shrine made of countless bones, exuding a sinister aura, appeared before Moxuluo.

Fortunately, in the previous battle, Mo Xuluo had already dragged the battlefield to a distance of more than 200 meters, preventing the Dou Nuo team from being drawn into the domain again.

However, the situation is not optimistic.

"Damn it, who else can isolate the dust caused by [Demon Slayer Chef]'s slashes?"

Fu Hei anxiously raised his head again.

Looking at the crowd, who were almost completely burned out.

The heron was panting heavily.

Lu Ziyun is about to turn into hero fragments.

The stone dragon, lying on the back of the deer, suffered another blow.

There was also Risha, whose face was as pale as paper from repeatedly expanding his domain.

The fighting group had already used all their skills.

Looking at the already collapsing structure of the Ryusei Palace, the bricks and wood that were constantly crumbling into dust under the relentless slashing and grinding, disintegrated like quicksand.

Watching the scales of victory tip back in Su Nuo's favor.

A thought flashed through Fu Hei's mind.

What if we could collect all the dust from the entire structure of the Divine Palace into the shadow?

However, the slash only altered the underground area of ​​the advanced training school and changed the structure of the Hōsei Palace building.

Its weight will not dissipate.

In other words.

Fuhei must bear the weight of all the ruins of the Hongxing Palace.

Wait, bear weight?

Fuhei felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.