“Impossible?”
“He solved those Cursed Spirits so easily?”
Miasaki Nari’s only visible crimson eye widened, her heart filled with shock and disbelief.
You see.
These wolf-shaped Cursed Spirits were at least Grade 2. Even she wouldn’t be able to easily solve them.
But this young man in front of her was like he was chopping vegetables.
He calmly and confidently dispatched the dozens of wolf-shaped Cursed Spirits with ease.
“Yeran, let’s go. Something’s not right here!”
The short-haired girl’s hands trembled, her voice filled with obvious trepidation.
Things had clearly gone beyond the information they had received.
Not only were there Grade 2 and higher Cursed Spirits, but there were also more than one.
Something was wrong. The Grade 2 Cursed Spirit must have mutated!
“Yeran, the intelligence was wrong. That Grade 2 Cursed Spirit likely mutated and is not something we can handle. Let’s go!”
“Hrrruuu.......”
But at this moment.
The girl’s hairs stood on end.
She felt an icy chill throughout her body.
A white hand had silently landed on her shoulder, somehow appearing out of nowhere.
The white hand was incredibly fast, almost leaving no shadow.
However, just as the hand’s owner was about to snap Miasaki Nari’s neck, a snow-like burst of silver light suddenly erupted from his sides.
Sharp wind roared, whipping her face!
The hand’s owner was caught off guard. The cross-cutting blade instantly severed his arm.
“Who allowed you to touch my people?”
Miasaki Nari felt like she had fallen into an ice cave, stunned in place. She suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
Then, as if riding a cloud, she was taken across by the young man.
“Human, you’re pretty strong.”
The Cursed Spirit, whose arm had been severed by the Oath Victory Sword, was tall and strong, his milky-white skin etched with black, twisted runes that resembled tadpoles.
He had three gaping mouths on his face, and four eyes arranged in a claw shape on his head, his appearance was grotesque and terrifying.
His right arm, severed by the Oath Victory Sword, was oozing black ichor. In the blink of an eye, it had started to writhe and return to its original state.
Yeran, holding the speechless Lolita, his pupils suddenly shrank.
“This level of regeneration… you are a Special Grade Cursed Spirit?”
“Bingo, you got it right, but there’s no prize.”
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit grinned, waving his arm, and then whispered.
“You killed my children, and I will kill you here to avenge my children.”
“Death Progeny, Domain Expansion!”
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…
“Something happened!”
“The barrier set up in Zone 24 was broken!?”
“Someone activated a Birth Domain!”
At the same time, on the rooftop of a skyscraper not far from the Black Tower.
A tall, imposing woman with a terrifying scar on the side of her face, dressed in a red and white Shrine Maiden outfit, gazed at the black domain spreading outwards, her brow furrowed.
The intelligence about the Cursed Spirits in Zone 24 was initially Grade 2.
However, looking at the situation now, they were clearly no weaker than Grade 2, and they might even have reached Special Grade!
“Teacher Amari, the distress signal for Zone 24 has been sent, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High is sending reinforcements.”
Behind the tall, imposing woman, a woman in a suit with blue hair that reached her waist, holding a samurai sword, lowered her phone and reported calmly to the Shrine Maiden.
“It’s a headache. The Tokyo district has seen its first Special Grade Cursed Spirit, one even stronger than the Kyoto district’s.”
Amari seemed calm on the surface, but her heart was filled with anxiety.
Currently, with the resurgence of the bizarre, the information about the Supernatural world was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal from ordinary citizens.
The people above, to ensure safety,
even dispatched some of the Jujutsu Sorcerers from the Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High to Tokyo.
They feared that something would happen in the densely populated capital.
But now, the situation had escalated to the worst case scenario.
The strength of Special Grade Cursed Spirits was beyond doubt.
Even if all the Jujutsu Sorcerers from the Jujutsu High were to participate, they might not be able to defeat these powerful monsters.
“What about Gojo Satoru? Get him to come here!”
“No, can’t get in touch. Gojo Satoru’s phone is not reachable for some reason.”
Mihara Miwa dialed the number, only to be met with a continuous busy tone.
“Damn it! Damn it!” Amari couldn’t help but curse.
What was Gojo Satoru doing?
He was nowhere to be found at a critical moment!
“Teacher, what should we do?”
Mihara Miwa watched the black domain spread rapidly like a tide, feeling as if her heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.
The strength of Special Grade Cursed Spirits was such that even if they faced intercontinental ballistic missiles, it would be difficult to eliminate them.
If they let this monster rampage through the city, Tokyo would be finished.
“Don’t act rashly. We’ll stay here and wait for reinforcements.”
Reality was harsh.
As a teacher, Amari would not let her students go to their deaths.
Facing a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, it seemed like there was no other option than to wait for reinforcements.
However, just as the two were filled with frustration, two fleshy, deformed tentacles shot out from the black tide in the distance, pulling them into the ink-like depths of the dark tide.
The Domain Expansion included elements of barrier techniques. If the Domain Expansion were a cage,
then the domain spread would be the water, the liquid that only enveloped itself.
After the Special Grade Cursed Spirit activated the Domain Expansion, Mihara Miwa and Amari suddenly fell from reality into the illusion.
They were surrounded by towering composite apartment buildings.
Countless water pipes were scattered throughout these buildings.
Some were intertwined between the buildings, some were crawling on the walls, some were piled up in the corners… and some were like sharp weapons stuck in various places, looking very abnormal.
A thunderous roar sounded in the distance.
Mihara Miwa swung her samurai sword, severing the fleshy tentacles from her body, and looked towards the source with Amari, who had landed gracefully.
They found, to their surprise, that two unfamiliar figures were engaged in a life-or-death struggle at an incredibly fast speed.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Both strangers were fighting fast and furiously. The clashing sounds were as dense as a downpour, without a moment’s pause.
The massive waves of magical energy intertwined with the boundless sea of Cursed energy, making the surrounding light as dazzling as a thousand suns.
The afterglow, flashing like lightning, reflected the blazing flames that whipped about.
Too fast, even the silhouettes of the sword arms were not visible.
Yeran and the Special Grade Cursed Spirit were both enveloped in a ball of light, making it difficult to see the battle situation with the naked eye.
“How did you two get in here?”
A small figure wrapped in silver light approached Mihara Miwa and Amari, making the two women jump in surprise.