Sendai Barrier, East Gate.
This was the second battlefield, with a combat intensity no less than the North Gate.
The fighting at the East Gate was equally fierce.
However, the ones suffering the most casualties were not the Jujutsu Sorcerers at the East Gate, but the Rabbit Escapes and Dragon Tooth Soldiers.
With the endless stream of Rabbit Escapes distracting the Cursed Spirits, the Jujutsu Sorcerers at the East Gate had also changed their fighting style.
Instead of charging headfirst into battle with the Cursed Spirits, they now quietly retreated, waiting for the Cursed Spirits' attention to be drawn by the tempting rabbits. Then, they would suddenly pop out, unleash a powerful blow to obliterate the enemy, and immediately return to the lines to hide.
A Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, controlled by Tamamo-no-Mae, was not tempted by the Rabbit Escapes. It charged directly towards the East Gate's defenses with hundreds of other Cursed Spirits.
Greeting it was Naobito Zenin's iron fist.
Naobito Zenin was a long-established Grade 1 powerhouse.
He had even exorcised more than one Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
A single Grade 1 Cursed Spirit was no match for him.
He unleashed Projection Sorcery.
Naobito Zenin appeared before the Cursed Spirits like a phantom, utterly destroying them with his absolute strength as they tried to breach the lines.
While any means were acceptable on the battlefield, Naobito Zenin was the leader of the East Gate's front line.
Others could exorcise Cursed Spirits by any method they pleased.
But Naobito Zenin could not; he had to crush the enemy head-on with overwhelming power.
This was the only way to maximize morale.
"Hm?"
Naobito Zenin's gaze caught sight of a remarkably fast figure.
Wind swept past Naobito Zenin, leaving a bloody gash on his body.
Naobito Zenin's Projection Sorcery was interrupted, and he was frozen for a second.
The next moment, a massive spiked club swung down towards him.
Bang.
Naobito Zenin was sent flying by the coordinated attack of two Cursed Spirits.
"This is bad! Cover Lord Naobito!"
Several of Naobito Zenin's trusted subordinates immediately tried to intervene.
"You guys don't need to come over. I can handle this."
Naobito Zenin quickly returned to the front lines.
"That big guy looks interesting."
The speaker had a rugged face, a large scar across his forehead, and a bare, muscular upper body.
It was Special Grade Sorcerer Jinichi Zenin.
His name hinted at a connection to Toji Fushiguro.
In fact, it wasn't just him; Toji Fushiguro was also Naobito Zenin's nephew.
If not for the frankly subpar abilities of Toji Fushiguro's parents and Toji Fushiguro's own status as the extremely special Calamity of Heaven, he might have lived a life of privilege thanks to his connections with Naobito Zenin and Jinichi Zenin.
But fate is often strange.
"Haha, don't try to steal my prey. That one over there looks good, so I'll take this one."
Naobito Zenin smiled as he rejected Jinichi Zenin's request.
These two Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirits had just sent him flying; if he didn't strike back, wouldn't he seem incompetent?
"Is that so?"
Jinichi Zenin glanced at Naobito Zenin and didn't object.
"That Cursed Spirit over there looks pretty good too. If you can't find a suitable opponent, you can go play with it."
Naobito Zenin pointed to a Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit that was only two to three meters tall and covered in muscles.
Its appearance suggested that the origin of this Special Grade Cursed Spirit was related to a violent organization.
"A worthy opponent to punch."
With that, Jinichi Zenin threw a punch towards the Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Clearly, he was also a powerhouse specializing in fist-based combat.
"Now, it's our turn."
Naobito Zenin looked at the Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Kamaitachi, hiding among the Cursed Spirits, and the Red Ogre, who was carrying a spiked club and stood a full 5 meters tall.
"A Quasi-Special Grade Kamaitachi, huh? I recall it's been a long time since a Kamaitachi of this level has appeared."
As times have progressed, all sorts of information has spread far and wide.
People have become aware of more and more yokai, and the status of the Kamaitachi has diminished considerably.
The fear people have for Kamaitachi has also lessened, with their attention shifting towards more powerful yokai.
This has also resulted in Cursed Spirits related to Kamaitachi becoming much weaker in recent decades.
"A Kamaitachi from ancient times, interesting."
Naobito Zenin appraised the Red Ogre and the Kamaitachi with great interest.
Even with his extensive experience and having encountered all sorts of Cursed Spirits, he had seen quite a few Cursed Spirits that only existed in ancient texts since the battle began.
Clearly, the Cursed Spirits found Naobito Zenin to be uninteresting.
After waiting for a while and finding that Naobito Zenin wasn't attacking, they took the initiative and launched an assault on him.
Bang.
Fists and a wolf-tooth club collided.
Naobito Zenin took the Red Ogre's attack head-on.
"Now I'll settle the score for that sneak attack earlier."
Naobito Zenin swung his fist again, shattering the wolf-tooth club.
A blue wind quietly appeared behind Naobito Zenin.
Swish.
The attack missed.
"Too slow!"
When it came to speed, Naobito Zenin truly feared no one.
At this moment, in the eastern sky.
Uro Sakurako was commanding countless flying Cursed Spirits to surround Qiongqi.
Qiongqi, in turn, continuously stirred up strong winds, scattering these Cursed Spirits.
'Opportunity.'
With the entanglement of a large number of Cursed Spirits, Uro Sakurako finally broke free from Qiongqi's grasp and flew towards Eiji.
Seeing this, Eiji stopped increasing the number of Rabbit Escapes.
Shadows rose around Eiji, and then countless shadows shot out like bullets towards Uro Sakurako.
Sandstorm Shower: Modified, Shadow Shower.
As the shadows flew towards Uro Sakurako, they began to continuously surround her, attempting to envelop her.
Under Uro Sakurako's control of her Cursed Technique, space warped like a curtain.
Uro Sakurako's feet slid continuously through the sky, gliding on the warped space.
"Do you want to enter a skateboarding competition?"
Eiji suggested to Uro Sakurako.
"Huh? What's that?"
Uro Sakurako clearly had no idea what skateboarding was.
"I'll take you to try it sometime, and you'll know."
As he spoke, Eiji also controlled his shadows to move.
With the help of his shadows, he maintained a distance from Uro Sakurako.
"Who wants to go with you?"
Uro Sakurako continuously increased her speed.
"Always running away, are you even a man?"
Uro Sakurako, unable to catch up, was becoming increasingly annoyed.
"No way, no way, you want me, a Shikigami user, to fight you with fists?"
"But if you sincerely beg me, I might consider it."
Eiji spoke in a tone mimicking Satoru Gojo.
They had been fighting for a while, and Eiji had a general understanding of Uro Sakurako's personality.
She was a rather simple, slightly short-tempered aunt who was easily provoked.
"Who's begging you, die! Uzumaro Bullet!"
Enraged, Uro Sakurako casually grabbed a Cursed Spirit and launched it like a cannonball.
"Orochi!"
A Snake Tail emerged from Eiji's shadows.
A great serpent's tail whipped out, detonating a cursed spirit that was about to be fired like a cannonball.
The snake tail retracted, and the great serpent gathered its strength, leaped, and lunged at Uro Sakurako.
Uro Sakurako seized the space where the great serpent was, then spun around and threw the great serpent back.
Before it could hit Eiji, the great serpent dissolved into shadows.
Taking advantage of the shadow's cover, Eiji instantly swapped places with his shadow clone.
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