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

The one-eyed cursed spirit's body was still pinned to the ground by Youyun.

……

……

Pure white, boundless silence.

The water clock's consciousness seemed to have fallen into a boundless, empty, pure white space.

In this absolute nothingness, two familiar colors slowly emerged.

A serene figure, composed of twisted branches, blooms silently.

A vast, boundless ocean, surging silently.

Flower Royal.

Tuogen.

The water clock's former companions appeared in this chaos in the form of some kind of lingering regret, or perhaps its own dying hallucinations.

Like two silent tombstones, or like two pairs of silent, gazing eyes.

Let it go... letting it all dissipate like this might be a kind of relief.

As long as the one standing in the wilderness a hundred years from now is still a cursed spirit, then it cannot be considered a defeat.

However, just as the thought of giving up was about to devour the last vestige of clarity...

The unusual rhythm in his chest rekindled the water clock.

Those were the ten Su Nuo fingers that Lu Suo personally entrusted to it for safekeeping before the battle.

If they fall here, how will they carry out their most prized backup plan—the plan to revive the Cursed King?

The sky and the curse before them were also teetering on the brink of collapse.

But two highly skilled magicians are still eyeing the opportunity.

If I die here, it means these fingers will return to the hands of the college.

"We must not die."

The concept of the water clock has been revived.

"I can't die!"

"There are still goals to be achieved! The era of cursed spirits, the dawn of a new humanity..."

"If I fall here, a hundred years from now, no, even ten years from now, there will be no trace of us cursed spirits left in this desolate wasteland!"

"There are still formidable enemies to be eliminated!"

"There are still goals to be achieved!"

"The ideal of becoming a new kind of human being... needs to be realized by someone!"

"They need me!"

"roar!!!"

In reality, the dying water clock emitted an obsession that transcended suffering!

Inside its pierced chest, the terrifying source of cursed power, its last trump card, exploded with a deafening roar!

Those were the ten fingers that it always carried with it, belonging to Ryomen Sukuna!

When faced with a life-or-death situation, the water clock no longer hesitated.

Using his own original spell power as a guide, he forcefully devoured the ancient curse contained in these ten top-grade spell artifacts!

"You're going to return in three rounds of anger too?!"

Clearly, this resurrected corpse was beyond Fuhei's prediction.

How can it still be steamed? Are you a proponent or am I?

Don't get so worked up!

But aside from the container, there is only one consequence for all those who forcibly seize Sukuna's fingers.

It's just a slow form of suicide.

But the blazing white-blue flames shot into the sky again, shattering the drifting clouds that had pierced his chest.

The surrounding ruins vanished instantly, forming a continuously expanding volcano!

Even as the explosion occurred, he had already retreated rapidly.

His figure disappeared like a ghost into the shadows of the not-yet-completely-collapsed buildings not far away, his movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

He clearly judged that the other party had entered a dangerous, explosive state.

So he chose to temporarily avoid the limelight.

However, the water clock's single eye no longer showed the previous shock, anger, or confusion, but instead was filled with unwavering determination.

Just as even the Naobi, who was watching from the sidelines, tensed his muscles and his magical power surged, preparing to seize the opportunity after the outburst to intervene—

Mutation and regeneration!

"Buzz!!!"

An indescribable tremor shook the soul, radiating outwards from the remains of the water clock!

The overwhelming, breathtaking power of the spell manifested as the spell seal was activated.

In an instant, it covered the sky within a radius of several hundred meters!

"Really...?"

Fu Hei's pupils dilated in shock, and he whispered in disbelief.

That water clock in that state... it still works?!

"Domain expansion!!!"

The sound of the water clock breaking echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

"Close the coffin—"

"Iron Enclosure Mountain!!!"

A pure black barrier instantly took shape.

The water clock is instantly formed and closed around its center!

That's a complete field!

It's not something that can be compared to my semi-closed-off state!

Fuhei felt a chill run down his spine. He really hadn't expected that the final counterattack of the water clock would be to unleash its domain!

Fukuro instantly considered a countermeasure.

Let's start the debate on the devil's mind!

Even if it is a person with zero curse power and a cursed constitution.

Theoretically, it shouldn't be possible to pull him, who has no spell power, into the domain, let alone lock him in with a guaranteed hit effect!

The unfolding of this domain at this moment is truly a death throes.

"We will win!"

A glimmer of hope flashed through Fu Hei's mind.

Once this forcibly expanded domain ends, the water clock will inevitably fall into a state of magical meltdown.

That will be the best time to put an end to it completely!

In the end, will natural disasters always lose to both nature and tyrants?

however.

This hope lasted only a moment.

The next moment, countless strange, pure white cracks appeared without warning on the newly formed, solidified black outer shell of the domain!

Cracks spread rapidly, covering the entire surface of the area!

Instead of destroying it, it caused the entire area to tremble violently.

"This is... a change in domain coordinates?!"

Fu Hei's mind was flooded with knowledge belonging to the debate broadcaster, and he instantly recognized this rare phenomenon.

It is neither maintaining nor attacking.

Instead, it forces a migration of the spatial coordinates of the entire domain.

The last stand of the leaky pot is not about fighting with its domain!

Instead, it utilizes the absolute control over space when the domain expands to perform ultra-long-distance spatial jumps—

It's trying to escape!

"Don't you dare run away!"

"Reggie and I lifted weights until the very end!"

"How could you just run away like that!"

"Nue!"

The Shadow Shikigami and the Naobi people suddenly attacked together.

Even with Shen'er dancing on the clouds, it was still impossible to stop the disappearance of the domain barrier.

The water clock disappeared without a trace, along with the surrounding area.

Where to escape to?

How to pursue her?

As if to answer the horror in Fukuro's heart.

boom!!!

Just as the coordinates of the domain were about to completely change.

An ominous and thirsty aura of cursed power suddenly erupted!

This was clearly a sign that the ten Su Nuo fingers had been fully activated!

And the direction this aura was directed towards.

Or, in other words, the final landing point locked by coordinate transformation.

That direction.

It was at the other end of Shibuya that Nanami Kento and Zenin Maki had gone to earlier.

That is, the location of Hisahito Itadori!

"Oh no!"

Fu Hei's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

It's going to force-feed those ten fingers to Tiger Stick?!

For the water clock, and for the spirit of the curse.

Their victory lies in advancing the process of death and rebirth alongside the Lu Suo.

If the Fifteen Fingers Nuo successfully descends.

Then all of Fu Hei's desperate attempts to rewrite it will be for nothing.

No!

Absolutely not!

It must be stopped!

Otherwise, the entire Shibuya battle situation will completely spiral out of control!

"Blackie Fu!"

Beside him, Zenji Naoki made the most decisive choice in an instant.

"You're too slow! I'll use a projection spell to get there first!"

Fortunately, the Naobi people, who were in excellent condition, were able to pursue them.

"As for that undead..."

"It's all up to you now!"

call out--

The Naobi left behind his instructions and vanished from Fushiguro's sight in an instant, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

The space returned to silence.

Only two people remained, facing each other across the billowing smoke and ruins.

Fu Hei then realized that with his level two mage skill, he might actually be unable to handle the Tyrant when it was low on health.

"Clatter..."

Seeing that Shen Er was about to make any further noise, Fu Hei immediately began to use his traditional skills.

The Demonic Void Summoning Palm Seal instantly formed in his hand, followed by a cry of kinship once more:

"Dad, don't elbow me! It's me, Fu Hei!"