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

I'm so hungry!

The light from the Reversal Technique bathed his entire body like warm spring water, finally allowing the battered Fu Hei to recover.

Suddenly opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ieiri Shoko's worried face, and Ralu dressed as Thunder.

"Oil-gada—"

The shrunken Yi bone also let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Thank goodness Fukuro reminded me that there's a way to contact overseas sorcerers."

Yigu turned to Laru and nodded slightly.

"Thank you too, Laru. I never expected you could persuade Miguel to come to Tokyo in such a short time."

Laru simply waved his hand, indicating that Yigu didn't need to be so polite.

"But the problem is, Miguel absolutely cannot defeat those two by himself."

"Does Gao Zhuanfang have any spare fighting force?"

Lalou's question was cruel, but also very realistic.

Although they have caught their breath, the depleted curse power will not be recovered so quickly.

Now, all that remains of the high-level experts is a bunch of kids and the Fuhei group, who have almost exhausted their magical power.

"Thank goodness you guys are alright!"

The sun and the black egret, which had turned into children, were also retrieved by the supporters.

Riche was wearing an obviously oversized coat with the sleeves rolled up several times, while Wulu was wrapped in a blanket, with only her youthful face showing.

At least in terms of casualties, no one from the college was killed in action, which is a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

"Where's my Chovy, my little deer?!"

Looking at the somewhat disorganized group, Fuhei suddenly remembered that Xiaolu was still wandering around alone in the underground structure.

Judging from the telepathic connection we just had, the little deer is probably in danger as well.

"The only person left under Lu Suo who can still be mobilized is probably Rimei..." Fu Hei analyzed in a low voice.

In other words, Fushiguro still needs to figure out how to win both battles!

On one side is the main battlefield between Lu Suo and Wan, and on the other side is the flank battle between Xiao Lu and Li Mei.

Wan's condition was almost undiminished, and Rime was a legendary elbowing king who could elbow for the entire Shinjuku match.

The high level of expertise does not necessarily give them any advantage.

His gaze swept over the crowd before finally settling on Yi Gu.

"Senior Yigu, may I ask you a very personal question?"

Fushiguro Megumi spoke cautiously, her voice carrying an unusual hesitation.

What I'm about to say may hurt your feelings.

"I'd be willing to become a monster just to save Gojo-sensei!"

Yi Gu readily agreed, his voice without the slightest hesitation, his gaze clear and firm, as if he had long been prepared to bear everything.

Seeing this, Fu Hei moved closer to Yi Gu, lowered his voice, and quietly revealed his plan:

"Senior Yigu, do you remember how old you were when that incident happened...?"

Meanwhile, Elbow Technique finally met his strictest father.

"Man!"

With his exceptional physique and the full power of his Prayer Song, Miguel's slender figure managed to withstand the combined attack of the two!

His body kept flipping, jumping, and sliding as he was chased by the real ball.

Each time, it narrowly escaped death, but was never hit.

The fists kept retaliating during the gaps in the dodges, each punch carrying the dual blessing of incantation and prayer, leaving dents on Wan's insect armor and tearing cracks in Lu Suo's defenses.

"What makes me special is not my skin color, but who I am!"

Miguel once again flipped to dodge the real ball's pursuit, his body drawing a smooth arc in the air before closing in on the severely injured Lu Suo and delivering his strongest attack once more.

"Man!"

Lu Suo, who was sent flying by the elbow, staggered back in pain, sliding several meters on the ground before regaining his balance. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he flashed with anger, having lost his last bit of patience.

"Wan, quickly use the guaranteed hit skill to lock onto him!"

"You don't want to undergo the Su Nuo ritual either..."

Lu Suo issued an order that left no room for argument.

"For Lord Sukuna!!!"

Before Lu Suo could finish speaking, he immediately formed a palm seal.

The wave of energy summoned by the spell immediately enveloped Miguel. No matter how agile his physical skills were, he could not escape the guaranteed hit lock of the domain!

"Triple illness..."

"Don't move!!!"

The familiar incantation rang out again, but this time in a childish voice.

Looking towards the source of the sound, and towards the figure reflected in the entrance of the underground structure, Lu Suo couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"I never expected you to go this far!"

"Ergu Yuta!"

Lu Suo's voice carried a complex mix of emotions: surprise, admiration, but mostly apprehension.

Yi Gu still retains the appearance of a child, but a huge white figure has appeared beside him!

His body was enveloped in dense magical power, almost solidified.

That immense magical power, that frenzied figure, was gradually overlapping with the figure that Lu Suo had retrieved from Xia Youjie's memories!

"What did you do?"

"Is it another life-or-death bondage?"

Lu Suo was furious, and he naturally recognized what the figure was.

The overwhelming pressure, like an endless mountain, is the same kind of aura that Rika possesses when the curse is not yet lifted!

"you……"

Lu Su forced himself to calm down and kept observing this scene that should not have happened.

His gaze swept back and forth across Yuta Otsukoshi, capturing every detail.

Finally, he realized it.

Compared to his body after reincarnation, Yi Gu seems to have grown even larger, a real change.

"Did you notice? Fushiguro and his father did a meticulous modification on me."

"They used the Heavenly Reversal Blade, but only partially removed the effects of the [Reincarnation] spell."

"Let me, at this age, in this form, rekindle Rika's memory..."

When Rika was mentioned, Otsuko's expression became noticeably distorted, showing how painful it was to pull a spirit out in this way.

It is evident how much mental anguish Yi Gu suffered!

"Achoo!!!"

As he once again plunged into the darkness of the underground structure, a sudden chill swept over him.

"Fukuro, are you alright?"

Tiger Stick watched him with concern from the side.

"It's nothing, I just feel like someone is criticizing me for disrespecting the deceased."

Fu Hei rubbed his nose, muttered something under his breath, and then continued to stealthily move forward.

Yigu returned to the battlefield not only to save Miguel, who might be no match for the two, but also to distract Lu Suo and allow Fu Hei to infiltrate again undetected.

Feeling the immense power of the spell, Wan couldn't help but gasp.

"It's alright. Compared to this period, Yi Gu's skill in manipulating curse power has declined somewhat. We might still have a chance to win!"

Lu Suo maintained his composure, as if he was trying to convince himself more than Wan. He and Wan assumed a fighting stance, preparing to meet Yi Gu's attack.

"Ice Smoothie Shockwave!"

As the incantation was chanted, Lu Suo clearly slipped.

How could Shi Liulong's signature technique have been used by Yi Gu?

"Not only that!" Yigu's voice carried a triumphant, almost declarative tone.

"Bleeding through!!!"

"An unjust game!!!"

"Sky!!!"

"Wrath of the Stars!!!"

"And Miguel, lend me your power too!"

Upon hearing this, Miguel immediately turned around and gave his friend a smile.

"A Song of Prayer!"

Yigu finally finished chanting all the spells. With his spell power manipulation level regressing and barrier spells unusable, Yigu then used an endless stream of [Imitation] spells to enhance his combat power.

"I have everything I need now."

"Yūta Otsuku, how could you actually go this far?"

"They actually went so far as to toy with a dead girl!"

Faced with Lu Suo's roar, Yi Gu simply put the ring back on his finger, as if to express some kind of bond that transcends life and death, without the slightest wavering.

"Sorry, our love is purely platonic!!!"