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

"What?!"

Fu Hei and Shi Liulong looked at each other, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and they both saw the same shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

The Otherworldly General, who single-handedly drove the King of Curses to the brink of defeat, is undoubtedly the highest combat force currently possessed by the High Specialist faction.

And now, this sharpest sword was completely slain in the blink of an eye before either of them could react.

They haven't even finished the adaptation process, nor have they had a chance to fight back.

It then split in two and completely disappeared.

The sense of disparity and the shock almost caused Fu Hei's brain to shut down for a moment.

"What kind of attack was that?!"

The feedback from the interruption of the subjugation ritual was like having one's heart suddenly clenched, almost causing Fuhei to faint.

Isn't that Lu Su lying in front of me, barely alive?

How did that guy, who was almost killed by Mo Xuluo's sword just now, that loser who couldn't even stand up, get the ability to instantly kill Mo Xuluo?

Fukuro was no longer able to capture everything that happened in that instant.

Everything happened so fast that his body didn't have time to react.

He could only see the upper body of Mo Xuluo disappear into thin air, the light wheel fall to the ground with a dull thud, and the once invincible god turn into a pool of white liquid that seeped into the ground.

In the end, it could only turn into a roar of resentment:

"What did you do?!"

"No need to shout so loudly, I can hear you!"

"Megumi Fushiguro!"

Lu Suo was still half-dead, but his voice had regained its composure.

It was as if that fatal sword strike was just a minor incident, as if he had foreseen all of this.

"Watch out, Fukuro!"

In the instant that shock overwhelmed Fukuro Megumi's reason, Shi Liulong lunged forward and forcefully pulled Fukuro away.

He grabbed Fu Hei's collar with one hand, and his legs suddenly pushed off the ground, his muscles exploding with astonishing power in an instant, leaving two long black marks.

But he could not escape the blow that killed Mo Xuluo.

The attack was still incredibly fast, leaving a blurry trail in the air as it silently dragged the two of them past.

Even the Stone Flowing Dragon, known as the strongest defensive creature under the Five Mansions, had its flesh sliced ​​off at the waist by this attack, leaving a huge wound.

The edges were neat and smooth. After a brief delay, blood gushed out, staining half of Shi Liulong's clothes red. His ribs were faintly visible against the white background.

Shi Liulong grunted, but did not stop, continuing to drag Fu Hei backward.

They didn't stop until they had retreated to a relatively safe distance.

The massive bleeding made Shi Liulong's breathing rapid, but he still gritted his teeth and kept his eyes fixed on what was in front of him.

It was Shi Liulong's sacrifice that allowed Fu Hei to track the trajectory of this attack.

Following that trajectory, I saw a figure that shouldn't be there.

"Long time no see."

A captivating voice rang out.

"Personal male servant"

Wan stood atop a broken pillar, his figure looking down at the disheveled Fu Hei.

It instantly turned into a playful jest.

"Do you know her?"

Seeing Wan's stance, Shi Liulong quickly asked Fu Hei, his body slightly leaning forward, maintaining a posture ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"tentatively……"

"Let's say I'm the older sister... no, wait!"

"She's not the older sister anymore; we have to strike hard!"

Fu Hei's eyes were contorted with rage as he looked at the new variable joining the battlefield, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

"You're in a sorry state too, Lu Suo."

Although Wan appears to be on Lu Suo's side, her arrogance still leads her to unconditionally mock everyone.

But why did Wan Hui and Lu Suo form an alliance?

Fu Hei's mind raced, trying to piece together the answer to the question.

"Stop talking nonsense and come help me."

Lu Suo immediately changed his demeanor, acting like a subject, with deliberate humility and respect, as if he were not a thousand-year-old demon, but a loyal servant.

"As long as the resurrection plan succeeds, I will definitely say countless good things about him to Sukuna."

As if she had received a satisfactory answer, Wan immediately became extremely happy, like a girl who had received a love letter.

With his arms slightly outstretched in a protective stance, he stood directly between Fu Long and Lu Suo.

They actively provided cover for Lu Suo.

"Rōsō, you know perfectly well that Sukuna's personality means she would never agree to Wan's request, yet you still try to gain her ally with such a lie?"

The scenes seemed to have been switched.

Fu Hei gritted his teeth, his anger radiating a fury that seemed to want to devour Lu Suo alive.

"You scumbag who deceives and plays with women!!!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Suo merely snorted softly, his voice carrying an air of matter-of-fact composure, as if stating an unspoken truth:

"I'm not an old-fashioned person; I'm a strong supporter of free love."

"To help lovers separated by a thousand years reunite—"

Lu Suo opened his arms as if embracing some lofty ideal, transforming into a compassionate father.

"I!"

"But it's pure love!!!"

Isn't the matchmaking of Sukuna and Man's Rokuro also a form of pure love?

All the irony eventually fades into nothingness, tearing open a new battlefield for this scorched earth once more.

"cough!"

A sharp, piercing pain shot through Fu Hei's chest, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.

The shadow tide receded instantly, like the receding tide being dragged back into the deep sea.

The surging shadows contracted and dissipated in the blink of an eye, revealing the cracked ground and scattered pebbles below, before finally returning to silence.

The continuous use of spells and the depletion of his domain have pushed Fuhei to his limit.

The critical point of the limit was instantly punctured, and the pain caused Fu Hei to lose the ability to move. He could only barely hold on with the help of the Stone Flow Dragon.

"Your injury... is more important."

Warm blood flowed from Shi Liulong's waist onto Fu Hei's body.

Fukuro tried to direct Enshika to heal the Stone Dragon's injuries again, but found that the shikigami's output efficiency had dropped significantly due to his condition.

The light from those reversal spells fell on Shi Liulong's wounds, barely stopping the bleeding but unable to heal them.

"Hey, something's not right, Brother Fuhei."

Shi Liulong also lost his composure, gritted his teeth, and used the hand that was not covering the wound to support Fu Hei's shoulder, so that they could barely support each other and hold on to the last embers of the high-level power.

"Tsk..."

It was as if it sensed something.

Lu Ziyun wiped away the bloodstains from the frost thorns.

Fighting in a completely unventilated underground space, the extreme cold that couldn't be dissipated had already driven him to the brink of despair.

His breath condensed into white mist in the air, and his limbs became stiff and sluggish in the cold. Each punch and each dodge consumed more physical strength and magical power than before.

In this desperate situation, the piercing pain in his heart only fueled his rage.

"Little deer..."

"Stone flow, hidden darkness..."

Don't die!!!

The Tokyo sun had already sunk below the horizon, its last rays struggling to pierce through the cracks and fall upon the ravaged underground battlefield.

Light and shadow moved slowly between the rubble and cracks, as if slipping away step by step due to some irresistible fate.

Night. It usurped the daylight's dominion over the entire Tokyo, the entire island, and the entire hemisphere.

Their lives, like candles flickering in the wind, could vanish into the darkness at any moment.