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My name is Jogo.
By the time you read this, I'm already dead...
Jogo stared blankly at Araki Itsuki, who had risen again, even forgetting the spreading ice beneath his feet.
He is a Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from humanity's fear of the earth, a man who stood at the pinnacle of Cursed Spirits since birth, possessing intelligence, proclaiming himself true humanity, and despising monkeys.
At this moment, the self-important Jogo was lost in confusion.
Am I really a jinx who likes to celebrate prematurely?
Why isn't he dead yet?
What's with this chill on my body?
And where did that strange scythe go?
Araki Itsuki slowly approached the astonished group, and the ice expanded and encroached from him as its center.
With a playful expression on his lips, he softly said, "Do you know what dramatic irony is?"
"Mortals die by the extraordinary, witches die by love, nightmares die by illusion, and the God of Death is trapped in the Underworld.
Conspirators die by loyalty, seers die by ignorance, the scorching sun strangles the light of ancient suns, and the Twilight Giant falls before dawn.
Dreamers never existed, travelers die on their way home, thieves ultimately have nothing, and fools who don't belong to this era perish in the Old City."
Araki Itsuki gently raised his right hand, and a deep, cold wind carrying ice shards swirled in his palm.
"And you, my Hu Bao, I will use ten thousand years of cold to freeze your fiercely burning heart."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Araki Itsuki swung his arm, directly throwing the cold wind and ice mass at Jogo and the others.
As soon as the mass of cold left his hand, it violently absorbed moisture from the air, condensing with tyrannical force into a giant, hundred-meter-long ice spear shimmering with cold light.
It slammed down fiercely towards the three below.
"Heh-ha!"
Ignoring his confusion, Jogo channeled his Cursed Energy, and a pillar of flame erupted instantly from his center, a scorching giant pillar of fire like a volcanic eruption, shooting straight up at the giant ice spear in the sky.
At the same time, Hanami clapped her hands, and countless trees grew rapidly, piling on top of each other and climbing towards the sky, trying to support the giant ice spear.
However, the flames rapidly extinguished, and the towering trees immediately turned blue upon touching the ice spear, frozen and then easily crushed.
In desperation, Geto Suguru could only step in to help.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation: Maximum: Uzumaki!"
A strange, black Cursed Energy vortex appeared above Geto Suguru's head.
Within it, countless Cursed Energy twisted and expanded, stretched and compressed, screaming incessantly.
This was his strongest attack apart from Domain Expansion.
It could gather all held Cursed Spirits into one, attacking with ultra-high density Cursed Energy, making its power extremely formidable, but it also sacrificed the greatest advantage of Cursed Spirit Manipulation—its myriad techniques.
Bang!
As Geto Suguru made a final grabbing motion, countless dark shadows erupted from the vortex, swarming out like vengeful spirits.
While screaming wildly, they flew rapidly through the air, scrambling to collide with the giant ice spear in the sky.
Bang, bang, bang!
Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the massive air currents scared the timid Dagon into hiding behind Geto Suguru.
Finally.
The impact stopped.
The giant ice spear completely shattered, but countless hailstones were born from the remnants of the ice spear, neatly arrayed in the air, dazzling under the sun's rays, their tips shimmering with cold light as they aimed at the group.
"It's not over yet."
Araki Itsuki smiled lazily, lightly swiping his arm, controlling the sky full of hailstones to rain down like a storm on the Cursed Spirits below.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The Cursed Spirits each used their methods to resist the hailstones raining down on them, and although they weren't injured, they were in a sorry state.
At the same time, Araki Itsuki grinned, and that incredibly strange scythe reappeared in his hand.
He lightly raised his arm, and the strange scythe floated into mid-air.
A tyrannical, dark, cold, devouring, annihilating, cursed aura rose from Araki Itsuki's body.
As he raised his hand and pushed it forward, purplish-black Death Omen Star Energy surged like homing birds towards the strange scythe shrouded in red blood light.
Ultimately.
A terrifying and tyrannical demon was born from the dark vortex.
Its ferocious fangs almost occupied half its face, and the demon's horns were sharp and long, like a heavenly blade.
Its entire chest was exposed, dark energy surging and flowing within, and sharp claws clutched an even more sinister and enchanting giant scythe.
"Layast, don't let them disturb me."
Layast felt the power in his body; although it was weak, it was enough for him to have his fill, so he let out a wild, sinister laugh:
"What delicious agony is about to come; the thought of it makes me tremble with excitement."
"Helpless lambs, are you ready for me to tear open your throats and rip off your limbs?"
"Hahahaha!"
With a sinister laugh, Layast instantly charged towards Geto Suguru and the others.
Feeling Layast's undisguised malice, Geto Suguru's eyes turned cold; conspirators dislike unexpected events.
Where did this monster come from? It's clearly not a Shikigami. It couldn't be because of that weapon, could it?
And this arrogant brat, though I don't know what his ability is, the darkness and terror of this energy don't make him seem like a good person, do they?
Are those higher-ups at Jujutsu High pigs? Just one look would make them realize this brat is the world's bane, looking like a disaster meant to destroy the world and casually slaughter monkeys.
How could such a person not be executed?!
However, Layast had already charged, so Geto Suguru reined in his wandering thoughts and quickly activated his Cursed Technique.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation."
Countless low-level Cursed Spirits were summoned by him, appearing in bizarre and ugly forms, charging towards Layast.
Layast swept his giant scythe, directly splitting the Cursed Spirit lying on the ground in front of him in two, then tightened his left fist and punched.
Crack!
The Cursed Spirit on the left had just raised its arm to grab Layast when its head was smashed, spraying a large amount of blood.
Layast laughed wildly, bathing in the blood and flesh of the Cursed Spirits, crashing through them, violently crushing every Cursed Spirit in his path.
Sharp claws roughly plunged into the Cursed Spirit's chest, then wildly clutched inside, grinding the Cursed Spirit's insides into a pulp.
Finally, the demon's claws suddenly slashed, tearing the Cursed Spirit's body apart, and as the flesh disintegrated, muddy blood and flesh tumbled out, incredibly bloody and chilling.
Layast's giant scythe also didn't rest, hacking or cleaving, slashing or cutting.
He shamelessly reveled in the Cursed Spirits' wails and flesh.
"What ecstasy, what magnificent terror!"
"Hahahaha!"
Finally.
Layast, in a tyrannical and furious posture, bathed in a sky full of blood and gore, charged in front of Hanami.
"Your life, hand it over!"
The ferocious giant scythe swung, cutting directly at Hanami's neck.
A dense Cursed Energy appeared on Hanami's right fist, and she leaned forward, fearlessly punching Layast.
Bang!
Layast felt a huge force on his hand, and the scythe's attack was knocked off course, but he twisted his wrist, readjusted its trajectory, and slashed at Hanami again.
Then he raised his left shoulder and lunged forward, colliding with Hanami's chest.
Thud!
With a dull thud, Hanami was knocked back repeatedly, and Layast pursued, sticking close to Hanami and wildly slashing.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Just then, Hanami seized an opening and suddenly activated her Cursed Technique; tough trees on the ground grew wildly, coiling around Layast from all directions.
They climbed like chains onto Layast's demonic body, twisting and tightening, wrapping around Layast's limbs, locking him down despite his struggles.
The Cursed Energy on Hanami's right fist boiled again, and seizing the opportunity while Layast's limbs were bound, her figure flickered, appearing in front of him.
A force of immense power condensed in her fist, unstoppable as it smashed towards Layast's head.
Just as Jogo and the others showed smiles on their faces, Layast suddenly stopped struggling against the tree roots, looking at Hanami with tyrannical bloodlust.
Hanami's heart skipped a beat, and it was too late to retract her iron fist. With a grim resolve, she increased her Cursed Energy output, smashing even more ferociously towards Layast's head!
A terrifying scene unfolded.
Layast's ferocious, bloody mouth suddenly opened, tearing even his lower jaw apart, revealing sharp fangs.
Then, with a twist of his neck, he dodged Hanami's punch while his fangs mercilessly bit down.
He directly broke through the Cursed Energy's defense, his teeth sinking deep into the flesh of Hanami's right arm.
"Ah!"
"Crack!"
Hanami's wail and the sound of a severed arm rang out simultaneously. She clutched her severed arm and quickly retreated, looking at Layast in shock.
Bang!
Layast dropped his disguise, easily breaking free from the tree's restraints.
Amidst the flying wood splinters, he picked up Hanami's severed arm and gnawed on it with relish, blood and flesh debris falling to the ground, dripping with blood.
The entire battlefield fell silent, with only the demon's chewing and swallowing sounds remaining.
Even though Hanami was a Cursed Spirit, watching someone ravenously gnaw on its flesh filled it with a sense of dread.
Swallowing the last piece of the arm, Layast's bloody mouth, dripping with blood, laughed wildly.
Then, the ferocious giant scythe pointed directly at the timid and fearful Dagon, who was hiding behind Geto Suguru.
"The taste of the forest is bland; let's try some seafood!"
Enveloped by Layast's tyrannical and murderous aura, Dagon trembled with fear, becoming even more terrified.
Seeing this, Jogo unleashed an extremely hot pillar of fire from his palm, intending to stop Layast.
However, a thick, cold ice wall suddenly appeared, blocking Jogo's pillar of fire.
Araki Itsuki, with a mischievous grin, stood in front of Jogo.
"Do a group of Cursed Spirits also understand emotions?"
Dagon's relationship with Hanami, Mahito, and Jogo was as close as family. If they were seen as a family, Dagon played the role of the second son.
And Jogo, as the older brother, would never allow Layast to harm Dagon.
Looking at Araki Itsuki, who stood in front of him with a playful, mischievous grin, Jogo was consumed by rage, his gaze full of killing intent directed at Araki Itsuki.
The flames in his palm flared menacingly, ready to strike!
"How dare you harm my family, you brat! I will never let you off!"
Araki Itsuki burst into laughter: "Is this the wail of a defeated dog?"
"How utterly ridiculous, how pitiful; I'm almost moved to tears!"
"Hahahaha!"
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