Heaven has bound me to weakness? I angrily unleash the Eight Gates!

At another location in Shibuya, Gojo Satoru also received a message from the walkie-talkie.

However, he didn't rush over immediately. Instead, he gazed at the man before him with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "Are you really going to go down this path to the bitter end?"

"There is still hope if we turn back now."

"Wu, what are you saying? My path is the one that leads to the light."

Xia Youjie had a faint smile on his face.

Since he started focusing on his career, he has been living a more and more relaxed life, with clear goals every day.

Expand your power, expand your power, and expand your power again.

When he has enough power, he can wipe out all non-magicians in the world in one fell swoop.

By then, he would have truly fulfilled his wish that cursed spirits would never appear in the world again, and he believed that Gojo Satoru would eventually understand him.

"Alright, Wu, that's enough chit-chat. I'm going to absorb that cursed spirit now."

Xia Youjie had naturally heard the voice coming from the walkie-talkie in Wutiao Wu's hand.

That cursed spirit was his main target.

He doesn't even have many top-tier spirits. He absolutely must get his hands on this top-tier spirit that can grow rapidly, as it's crucial to his upcoming plans.

"Jay, do you think I'll let you go?"

Gojo Satoru stood in front of Natsumi Yuuki, watching him intently.

Regardless of their relationship, they are now on opposing sides.

Xia Youjie was unwilling to turn back from his mistakes, and he couldn't let the other party continue down the wrong path.

Xia Youjie snapped his fingers, and several figures appeared around him, all of them members of the Xia Yougang gang.

He knew that Gojo Satoru wouldn't let him go easily, so he had already made preparations.

"Just stop him."

After saying that, Xia Youjie's figure transformed into a blur and rushed towards the direction of the special-grade curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to give chase, but he was interrupted by an attack the next second.

Xia Youbang's men dispersed and remotely interfered with Wu Tiaowu.

They don't need to defeat their opponent, nor can they defeat their opponent; they only need to stall Gojo Satoru for a little while.

Upon seeing this, Gojo Satoru briefly considered killing him.

He wanted to unleash his full firepower, kill all these people, and then catch up with Xia Youjie.

But this thought vanished in an instant.

Seeing the solemn expressions on the faces of the group, Gojo Satoru's expression suddenly relaxed. "Jay, did you even figure this out?"

"However, you probably still won't be able to get that cursed spirit."

Xia Youjie had calculated that Gojo Satoru was doomed, but Gojo Satoru chose to believe the others.

He's not the only sorcerer with a high level of sorcery expertise...

A huge tent was placed over Shibuya to prevent ordinary people from entering and to reduce panic.

"boom--!!"

Inside the tent, a huge burst of flames erupted.

Mingming was thrown backward from the center of the explosion, and then did a backflip to regain her balance.

"Sister Mingming!"

Angeji looked tense, her eyes filled with worry, and she rushed forward anxiously, wanting to check if Mingming was injured.

"Don't come any closer! Everyone back up!"

Mingming frowned slightly and shouted loudly.

He gripped a giant axe tightly in one hand, his gaze fixed intently on the tall figure that was faintly visible in the firelight.

"Human, you are too weak."

A humanoid cursed spirit, at least three meters tall, emerged from the firelight. Black scales covered its taut muscles, and blue molten gold liquid flowed from the gaps in the scales, occasionally crackling with the sound of lightning. A long tail trailed on the ground behind it.

Two long, black horns replaced the place of eyes, and just by looking at it, this guy gave people a terrifying feeling.

"Now, even that guy is no match for me."

The cursed spirit sensed the presence of the people around it, but it felt extremely weak.

It has already evolved once, so even if that man from last time came, it would be fearless.

It now only desires to fight that man once, defeat him, and evolve to the next stage.

This is a highly talented Special Grade Cursed Spirit that only wants to become stronger.

At this point, Mingming was considering giving up; this guy was clearly beyond their capabilities.

With just her as a level one mage, plus the songstress, a support-type near-level one mage, and some level two mages, they probably couldn't stop this guy for more than a few minutes.

She had seen more than one top-tier cursed spirit, but none were as powerful as the one before her.

This level of cursed spirit requires at least a top-tier mage to deal with.

"Songstress, prepare to retreat."

She had made up her mind: she would just stall for a few minutes. If the others couldn't make it in time, she would forgo her payment. Money could be earned back, but what would happen to her money if she lost her life? Who would spend it?

Hearing the tone of the other party's voice, Anka-hime realized how powerful this guy was.

From the moment she encountered the cursed spirit, she used her spell "Separate Forbidden Zone," which could enhance the total curse power and output of any sorcerer within a certain range for a certain period of time.

Even so, they were still no match for them.

She could even sense that the other party wasn't serious and was just playing with them.

"I understand!" the songstress nodded.

If things go wrong, we'll have no choice but to retreat.

Chapter 27 Life Hangs in the Balance, We Arrive!

The cursed spirit walked step by step toward the darkness, a grin spreading across its face as it savored the pleasure that power brought.

"Humans, please me as much as you like."

"boom--!"

The cursed spirit exerted force with both legs, cracking the ground, and its entire body transformed into a blur as it shot towards the darkness.

He clenched his fist with one hand, and a dazzling burst of lightning erupted from it, which was extremely terrifying.

"Hopefully the others will arrive soon."

Mingming gripped the axe and charged forward.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet and go for it.

The axe struck the fist with a crisp sound, and lightning blasted out from the fist, numbing half of Mingming's body with a single blow.

The powerful force sent her flying again.

No match at all!

Mingming's face was pale, and she was slightly out of breath.

Feeling the numbness spreading through her body, she knew that if she didn't run away now, it would be too late.

Whether it's physical skills or other aspects, her opponent is someone she can't compete with.

"What? Human! You're already done? I haven't even used my full strength yet!"

The cursed spirit gave its opponent no chance to breathe, and its fist, enveloped in lightning, struck again.

Mingming could only use an axe to fight back, while secretly activating a spell, the Black Bird Manipulation Technique.

"Human, your physical skills are not bad. Let me see your techniques!"

The cursed spirit had a slightly manic expression. It also had a hobby of observing other people's spells in order to improve its own evolution.

"My technique is extremely weak, but you can still see it if you want."

Mingming parried the opponent's attack with an axe and started complaining.

If it weren't for the fact that her technique was too weak, she wouldn't have had the time to hone such powerful physical skills.

However, although the techniques are weak, they are not entirely without any decent moves.

After the attack, Mingming quickly pushed back and snapped her fingers with one hand, "Divine Wind!"

A crow shot towards the cursed spirit's head like a bullet, its speed almost exceeding the speed of sound.

The cursed spirit sensed the movement coming from behind and instinctively shifted its body to the side.

The crows swooped in, their terrifying power blasting half of the cursed spirit's head off.

If the cursed spirit hadn't instinctively turned its head, this attack would probably have blown its head off.

Seeing this, Mingming looked regretful, "It was so close, but it should be much easier now, right?"

She was very confident in her self-destructive crow-like attack; if her opponent were just an ordinary Special Grade, they would probably have been exorcised by now.

Unfortunately, this time the opponent is not simple.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Human! How dare you hurt me!"

The cursed spirit immediately became excited, and its half-damaged head quickly recovered. It then condensed a cross-shaped lightning sword in its hand, which was made of pure lightning element.

The lightning surging between the black scales grew even brighter, and the terrifying magical power made it hard to breathe.

"This way, there's no fun left..."

Mingming frowned. The cursed spirits had naturally strong recovery abilities, and this was a top-grade one, so it was impossible to damage it at all.

Even if all the level one mages came, it wouldn't make a difference; only a special-level mage could handle this cursed spirit.

"Songstress! Retreat!"

Mingming retreated rapidly, preparing to escape. Money was no object; survival was the priority.

"Human, where do you want to go?"

The towering figure of the cursed spirit appeared behind Mingming like lightning, raising the thunder sword in his hand and a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

If you play with it, it can relax and enjoy the water; if it tries to run away, there's only one outcome.

"Sister Mingming!!"

The songstress's pupils contracted, and her heart skipped a beat. How could they possibly defeat such a powerful cursed spirit?

"Sigh... I haven't saved enough money yet..."

Mingming had no time to react. Looking at the descending thunder sword, she felt a pang of regret.

She hasn't saved enough money, but it should be enough for her younger brother to live on for a lifetime. At least she doesn't have to worry about him.

"Finally found."

A figure appeared above the cursed spirit as if in a flash, holding the top-grade cursed artifact Youyun in one hand, the veins on his arm bulging like a dragon, and slammed it down on the cursed spirit.

The cursed spirit suddenly sensed danger and turned around sharply.

It was greeted by a bright red stick.

"boom--!!"

Before the body could react, it was thrown out in an arc shape, crashing into the high-rise building and destroying everything in its path.

"Another young girl almost lost her life. Are you alright?"

Zenji Jinsuke looked at Mingming, who could barely lift an axe, and asked him a question.

"Phew... I'm alright for now, but I almost died. If they don't raise the pay this time, I'm not done with Gaozhuan."

I struggled to get up, my body still tingling with a numb sensation.