Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

Louhu looked at Xia Youjie, who had suddenly appeared, and his expression gradually changed from leisurely to serious.

With another guy like this on the way, the situation will be hard to control. Tch, is the impeachment of that guy still not done?

Louhu was surprised that this guy hadn't left either, and that he was even showing signs of joining forces with those sorcerers. Weren't they enemies?

Xia Youjie didn't waste any words and raised his hand.

Several cursed spirits emerged from the shadows behind him, some at level one and others at near level one; they were all carefully selected and nurtured trump cards.

The water clock, no longer thinking, only focused on clearing away all obstacles in its path, spewed flames.

Xia Youjie's cursed spirits rushed forward, the first one was burned to ashes, and the other one took its place.

Nanami did not waste this opportunity; he had already gripped his sword tightly again and cut around the flames to the side of the water clock.

An arrow shot down from above, sealing the top of the water clock. Xia Youjie's cursed spirit pushed forward step by step, facing the flames head-on.

The 1v4 player wrapped himself in lava to block the attacks, but still managed to take a step back.

It's just one step, but it's enough.

Dog-Curled Thorn rushed out of the alley. Having completed his mission of escorting ordinary people out of the barrier, he returned to the battlefield to support his predecessors.

The curse mark on his throat glowed, and his voice was amplified, but each word struck the water clock like a hammer blow.

"Crush it!"

The water clock paused, as if struck by a giant hammer.

It was just a moment, but in that instant, the flames, the magma, and the accumulating power all cracked open.

The water clock dripped again, purple blood seeped from his entire body, and he trembled.

It was about to give out when, just then, gunfire erupted again.

Steel barrages fell from the sky, like rain, like hail, and even more like a slaughterhouse.

The team's offensive was interrupted, and they were even forced to choose to defend.

The fire in the water clock reignited, its eyes filled with ruthlessness and madness.

"In that case, let's proceed with the domain exhibition..."

Before he could finish speaking, dawn broke.

A purer, brighter, and more irrational light suddenly tore through the black cloth that shrouded the world.

The tent was torn.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed from despair to joy after they saw the figure floating in the air.

Satoru Gojo stood in the middle of the shards, his six eyes glowing, his white hair fluttering in the wind.

Without saying anything more, he simply glanced at the situation inside the tent and, with his six eyes, understood the specifics.

It's that volcano again, and this huge thing—is it the spear-cursed spirit that the Yue people were talking about that they needed to be wary of? It is indeed ridiculously large.

Upon first seeing the size of the Impeachment, even Gojo Satoru couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at its enormous size.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a large cursed spirit.

Before the thought was finished, the sound of gunfire was already deafening, with all the cannons pointing in the same direction.

Thousands of modern weapons fired simultaneously, the molten iron released was enough to tear anything apart.

Those affected, including Mingming, had to huddle under Xia Youjie's highly defensive cursed spirit to avoid being blasted to pieces by grenades fired from who-knows-where.

Unfortunately, this attack, which was powerful enough to tear apart any physical entity, posed no threat whatsoever to Gojo Satoru, who possessed conceptual defense.

All attacks lost their power when they reached him, and he could easily knock them down with a flick of his wrist.

The spell's countermeasures prevented the previous Yue Ren from covering AOE, rendering it ineffective against the bottomless ineffectiveness of physical attacks.

However, the massive gun-wielding vengeful spirit seemed to have anticipated this, and its attack was merely a ploy to prevent the man from attacking its true form for the time being.

Because its massive head-mounted gun was already pointed at the sky.

Under Gojo Satoru's somewhat surprised gaze, all the magical power converged, and a beam of energy shooting straight up into the sky was suddenly shot out.

So that's how it is. Is this the trick the Yue people were talking about? In that case, it is indeed a bit troublesome.

With everyone suppressed by such terrifying firepower, they naturally had no time to pay attention to the changes in the cursed spirit.

The volcano-headed leaky pot had already set off to escape the moment Gojo Satoru broke the barrier, while the other spear-shaped cursed spirit, Dange, also began to reduce the frequency of its attacks after striking the sky.

Behind the enormous body, a small thing fell amidst the writhing flesh and blood. It was caught by the rushing water clock, which then fled without looking back.

Gojo Satoru wanted to give chase, but the next moment he looked up and stopped after weighing the pros and cons.

He finally sighed. If he chased after them now, he could indeed kill those two guys, but the other side seemed to have anticipated this, so they gave him a choice.

The choice is to wipe them out and reduce the city to ruins, or to stop the impending attack.

"Alright."

For the sake of the people beneath his feet, Gojo Satoru chose to raise his right hand.

The movements were very slow, as slow as waving your hand in water.

But it was this slow, almost languid movement that made Mingming and the others, who were watching from the ruins in the distance, unconsciously hold their breath.

A pale blue light gathered in his palm.

The technique is performed in a clockwise direction—"Azure".

Then he raised his left hand.

A crimson light shone in the other palm.

Technique Reversal – "Hercules"

Nine Principles

"Polarized light"

Guided by Gojo Satoru's hands, the two energies gradually merged.

"Crow and Statement"

Azure and crimson collided in his palm.

Between the inside and outside

No sound.

The world was silenced in that instant.

All sounds were swallowed up—the howling wind, the roars of the cursed spirits, the sound of rubble sliding down the ruins in the distance—none of them existed at this moment.

Then--

Purple light spilled out from between his fingers.

That wasn't blue, nor red, but a third color born from the extreme compression of the two: pure, violent, and unreasonable purple.

"Empty Form · Zi".

The complete chant is the most powerful attack of the modern-day strongest Gojo Satoru.

With a raised finger to the sky, Gojo Satoru launched it.

A purple annihilation energy sphere, twenty meters in diameter, shot out from in front of the five fingers of Wu Jiao, devouring everything.

The energy attack from the sky was about to fall. After being absorbed by the "space-based weapon" Terror, it had become a huge energy pillar with a diameter of half a kilometer. Without defense, this attack would be enough to blow the entire Shibuya sky away and plow the land three feet deep.

Two beams of light collided in mid-air, met with gazes that the survivors dared not look directly at.

In that instant, the world fell silent.

All senses are temporarily deprived; in the face of such a clash of forces, everything seems to have lost its meaning.

Then the sound came.

It wasn't an explosion, it was a tearing apart.

The sky was torn open, the clouds were shaken apart, the glass was shattered, and the walls were cracked.

The shockwave spread out from the point of impact, overturning everything fixed and unfixed on the ground. Signs were swept away, cars were overturned, and streetlights were snapped... The low-level cursed spirits turned to ash in the shockwave, scattered like pieces of paper in the wind.

And this is merely the aftermath.

The attack from the sky dissipated. The full force of the impeachment was completely neutralized by "Virtual Style: Zi".

The two cursed spirits took this opportunity to escape; Lu Suo's plan had left them a backup plan, and their presence had already disappeared.

Once everything had settled, the group below emerged from their shelter, looking disheveled and exhausted.

The scene that greeted them left them speechless.

The entire city has experienced a world war, or rather, a sci-fi version of it. The tallest buildings are now only half-built, and from a distance, they look like they've been completely cut apart by some giant circle.

......

"Give the Japanese knotweed back!!"

Countless streams of blood rushed toward Su Nuo, but the next moment, the blood wave was cut open, and Su Nuo's swollen body flew backward, with a new wound running through his entire body.

Following closely behind was Mo Xuluo, whose Demon-Slaying Sword immediately struck down, but was blocked by a single hand.

Sensing something was wrong, before the weapon could even take effect, Sukuna flung him away and severed his arm with a single "8" shot.

Sukuna noticed that Moxu Luo seemed unaffected, even appearing to have adapted to his attack stance, and a smile appeared on his face.