Curse Returns, a gamble from the start, I awaken dual spells

Mo Xu Luo stopped in place.

The last remains of the Flower Goddess crumbled into ash at its feet. The flowers that had filled the sky had long since withered, and the soil and cedar trees of the High Academy Forest were completely ravaged by the battle.

Fu Hei knelt on the ground, his right hand still in the summoning gesture, but his fingers began to tremble uncontrollably. He could feel the presence of Mo Xu Luo, like a black hole pressing down on the edge of his consciousness, but the connecting wires were breaking.

"Fukuguro!" Rito's voice came from the left.

The next second, Demon Void Luo moved.

The ground cracked into a spiderweb pattern the moment its paws landed, and by the time it landed its second step, it was already in front of Fu Hei.

The demon-slaying sword was raised high, its runes gleaming darkly in the sunlight.

"Get out of the way, Fu Hei!"

Tiger Staff charged in from the side, his right fist enveloped in magical power.

He mustered all his strength and punched Mo Xuluo in the thigh, but Mo Xuluo's body did not budge.

Instead, Hu Zhang was thrown back by the impact, his back slamming into a broken tree trunk five meters away, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Stop him!" Rito shouted, and followed closely behind.

Fu Hei was the initiator of the ritual, and Mo Xu Luo's only target at this moment was him.

He had almost exhausted his magical power to activate the ritual, and if left unattended, he would definitely be killed in one move.

This must never happen.

"Freeze!"

Rito released his last remaining magical power and slammed his fist into Moxu Luo's shoulder.

The extremely cold curse power exploded along the contact surface, and a layer of white frost covered Mo Xuluo's shoulder.

The trajectory of the Demon-Slaying Sword was deflected by half an inch by this punch, passing over Fu Hei's head.

The sword energy struck the broken wall behind him, neatly shearing off the upper half of the wall, sending rubble flying and scattering it all over the ground.

As Rihito landed, the wounds from the previous battle burst open under the impact, and warm blood flowed down his arm.

Before he could even catch his breath, Mo Xuluo's left hand swept out.

Rito hastily crossed his arms to block, but was swept away and rolled twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Rito!" Kugizaki's voice came from the side.

Moxu Luo raised the Demon-Slaying Sword once more.

"Don't move!"

Dog Roll's voice boomed from the edge of the battlefield.

The curse power attached to the Word of Power instantly enveloped the Demon Void, causing it to freeze for a moment.

Only for a moment.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Dog Roll's mouth, and a burning hiss came from his throat. He took a step back and then knelt on one knee.

But this moment is enough.

Dongtang appeared beside Moxu Luo, clapping his hands together.

"An unjust game!"

Snapped!

Dongtang and Fukuro switched positions instantly.

Mo Xuluo's Demon-Slaying Sword struck the open ground, carving out a deep trench.

Fu Hei appeared in the original spot in the East Hall, barely managing to support himself on the ground with his hands.

"It's not over yet!"

Toudou clapped again, this time moving Maki behind Mokuro.

Maki's naginata struck Mokuro on the back of the neck, sparks flying, and the blade left a shallow white mark on Mokuro's skin.

Before Moxu Luo could turn around, Toudou clapped his hands again to switch Maki away, but he was a beat slower because he had been activating spells one after another.

The demon-slaying sword swept across.

Dongtang dodged to the side, the sword grazing his right arm.

The dull thud of muscle being cut was exceptionally clear in the silence.

The entire right arm was severed at the root, the cut as clean as if it had been made by a scalpel.

The severed arm lay on the ground, its fingers still twitching slightly.

Dongtang looked down at his shoulder, let out a muffled groan, and blood gushed out.

Before there was time to lament Toudou's injuries, Kugizaki intervened.

Her right arm was pierced by Hua Yu's wooden splinter, so she could only hold the hammer with her left hand.

After mumbling a curse, he swung the hammer and shot a nail at Moxu Luo's face.

Ding!

The iron nail, imbued with cursed power, pierced the skin below Mo Xuluo's eye socket, but only penetrated less than an inch.

Demon Lord turned his head, his empty eye sockets aimed at Kugizaki, and raised the Demon-Slaying Sword once more.

At the critical moment, the panda crashed in from the side, smashing the nail away.

But the blade pierced his torso directly, and the filling exploded out of the wound, revealing the severed spring and shattered core of the cursed power inside.

The panda looked down at the hole in its chest and collapsed, exhausted.

On the other side, Huzhang climbed up from the broken tree trunk, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged towards Moxuluo again.

"Stop right there!"

He grabbed Mo Xuluo's right arm, which was holding the sword, and plowed two deep furrows in the ground with his feet.

Mo Xuluo's arms sank slightly as he held him, the tip of the Demon-Slaying Sword pressing into the soil.

Without the slightest hesitation, Maki cut in from the side, slashing with all her might, striking Moxu Luo's right arm.

Even the Kyoto faction, including Kamo, joined the battle at this moment.

In an instant, all sorts of techniques, physical skills, and blades rained down on Mo Xuluo.

but--

Bang bang bang!

Several muffled thuds were heard in succession.

The first thing to fly out was the tiger staff that was clinging to Mo Xuluo's arm, which was sent flying like a tattered sack.

Then there's Rito, Maki, Panda, Miwa...

Everyone was utterly defeated by this shikigami in less than two rounds.

Their already injured bodies were so badly injured that they could barely stand up after taking this blow.

"Have we reached a dead end?" Li Ren asked himself.

"No! We must not give up. Just hold on a little longer, Mr. Gojo will be here soon."

Thinking of this, Rito gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up from the ground.

"Rin!" Fukuro knelt on the ground.

He watched as his comrades, wounded and exhausted, rushed forward to save him, only to fall one by one.

He gritted his teeth, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with hatred for his own weakness.

"Let's go!" Fu Hei lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression.

"The ritual will end once I die, and the Demon Void will automatically dissipate."

At this moment, his voice was unusually calm, as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner.

Snapped!

Fushiguro covered his flushed cheeks and looked at Kugizaki with disbelief.

Kugizaki's left hand was still raised in the air, his five fingers trembling slightly from the excessive force.

Her right arm hung at her side, and the piercing wound twitched violently as she raised her left hand, causing her eye to twitch for a moment in pain.

But she gritted her teeth and swallowed the muffled groan, her anger burning even brighter in her eyes.

"Are you really that eager to die? If you die, what did all our previous efforts mean?"

Kugizaki's right arm hung limply at his sides, while his left hand was raised high, his eyes burning with fury.

"I'm sorry..." Fuhei paused for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

At that moment, Rito stepped forward and grabbed his collar.

"Fu Hei, pull yourself together! You saved everyone, you know that?"

"If it weren't for you, we might all be dead at the hands of the cursed spirits. Get up!"

Fu Hei's body trembled.

His fingers, which were bracing against the ground, unconsciously tightened, digging several shallow grooves into the soil.

Just then, the wind swirled fallen leaves past his feet, raising a wisp of grayish-white dust.

Then Fukuro looked up and met Rito's eyes.

There was no blame in those eyes, only an almost stubborn persistence.

It was exactly the same as that day at the steel mill, when Rito stood in front of him.

His hands stopped shaking.

"It's not over yet." Fu Hei supported himself on his knees and slowly stood up.

Kugizaki gripped the hammer again with his left hand.

Itajō climbed out of the rubble, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and silently switched the naginata to his left hand.

Everyone is getting back on their feet.

No one retreated, and no one intended to retreat.

Rin took a deep breath.

The spell's melting period had ended, and the remaining spell power glowed faintly blue again on the fist.

He looked up, and the silhouette of Mo Xuluo loomed over his vision like a mountain.

come on!

At that moment, a slender hand gently rested on his shoulder. The pressure was light, yet it froze him in place.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Her white hair was blown by the wind, a black eye mask covered half of her face, and the curve of her lips was as nonchalant as ever.

Gojo Satoru stood in the center of the battlefield, his hands in his pockets.

The Demon-Slaying Sword of Mo Xu Luo hung three feet above his head, unable to descend even a fraction of an inch.

"Leave the rest to me, teacher."