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Moreover, his magical power was already depleted.

Every second that the domain maintained was draining it dry, and this seemingly indestructible human in front of it had dragged it down to its last gasp.

For the first time, Huoya felt a surge of regret.

He shouldn't have provoked this human, shouldn't have left that school, and shouldn't have even swallowed that finger.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The battle between the two did not last long before the sky above their domain cracked.

On the gray-black light screen, cracks spread like a spider web, stretching from overhead to the horizon.

Large pieces of suspended space debris fell and crashed to the ground, creating ripples of gray light.

The entire space was groaning under the weight of the burden.

Yu Ren seized the opportunity, raised his right hand, and his fingertips moved rapidly through the air.

The Heavenly Record was activated at full power.

Hundreds of talismans filled the space in front of him in the blink of an eye, and were launched out in unison under Youren's control.

Lightning, flames, gales, and ice crystals simultaneously bombarded the already cracked spatial barriers throughout the area.

Lightning tore open the crack, flames scorched the edges, a gale widened the fissure, and ice crystals froze the fragments.

"boom!"

The dark gray light curtain could no longer hold. Like shattered glass, it began to peel away piece by piece from the cracks, and then the entire sky exploded.

Fragments scattered and flew everywhere, turning into nothingness in mid-air, like a gray snowfall. The snow fell on Youren's white hair, on the broken shell, and on Huoya's gradually dimming mask.

The realm of Calamity has completely collapsed at this moment.

The teaching building has long since disappeared, and the ground has been plowed into countless deep trenches.

The wall in the distance had mostly collapsed, revealing the scorched earth outside.

The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and burning.

Moonlight poured down from the cracks in the shattered sky, illuminating the devastated ruins, as if draping this dead land in a pale veil.

Huoya knelt in the center of the ruins, his carapace shattered, and the silvery-gray mist dissipated.

He was completely flustered, knowing his death was imminent. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only a hoarse, weak sound came out of his throat.

Fear had robbed him of his ability to speak.

Yuuto put away the Kikuichimonji and charged forward empty-handed.

Because Huoya has entered the spell melting phase, he is completely unable to use any spell-related abilities.

Because Huoya had only recently become a Special Grade and possessed sentience, he had no other means of combat besides techniques and physical instincts.

But how could he possibly compare to Yuuto, who has activated the Reverse Life Triple and possesses the power of the Dragon and Tiger, based solely on his physical abilities?

The first punch landed squarely on Huoya's chest, shattering his armor and sending him flying backward, crashing to the ground. Before he could even react, Youren had already caught up.

Another punch landed on his right shoulder, breaking his claws and sending him flying a long way.

Next came his left leg, where the bones shattered, and his body suddenly lurched to the side.

The fourth punch struck the mask, causing fine cracks to appear in the center, and the vortex was completely extinguished.

Huoya tried to fight back, but his body reacted as slowly as a snail after his technique was sealed, and he couldn't even touch the hem of Youren's clothes.

His limbs flailed wildly in the air, but he couldn't grasp anything.

A few breaths later, Huoya collapsed to the ground, his body covered in blood and gore, his limbs limp and unable to move.

He was like a patch of trampled mud, embedded in a pile of rubble.

Yuuto stepped on his chest and looked down at him.

Under the moonlight, Youren's white hair fluttered gently in the wind. He had no wounds on his body, which contrasted sharply with the bloody and mangled remains at his feet.

He slowly drew the Kikuichimonji from his waist with his right hand. The blade gleamed coldly, imbued with lightning magic, and blue and white arcs of electricity crackled and popped.

"what……"

Amidst screams, flashes of blade light appeared. Huoya's limbs were neatly severed at the joints, the severed limbs rolling into the rubble, silvery-gray liquid gushing from the cuts, splashing onto the ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Yuuto sheathed his sword, looked down at the inhuman mass at his feet, and then shifted his gaze to the head of the mass.

He had sensed something was wrong a long time ago.

Unlike Louhu and Huayu, which were formed from humanity's fear of natural phenomena, this creature is a conceptual cursed spirit, possessing a top-tier foundation from birth.

It is not a hypothetical cursed spirit, but rather something born from myths and legends, accumulating negative emotions over a long period of time. After its birth, its strength is not to be underestimated.

Ordinary cursed spirits born from a mixture of negative emotions cannot be born as top-tier.

It takes them hundreds or thousands of years to slowly absorb human negative emotions before they can grow to that level.

Huoya, on the other hand, clearly skipped this process.

Yu Ren squatted down, his left hand with its five fingers spread open. He activated his lightning magic, and five thin, long lightning threads extended from his fingertips, as precise and sharp as surgical scalpels.

He cut the silk thread into the head of the calamity.

The threads churned, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Huoya's body convulsed, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

The thread continued to penetrate deeper, cutting into the tissue inside the skull.

Finally, the thread touched something.

It was an extremely hard object, and when the lightning threads cut into it, they produced a metallic scraping sound.

Yu Ren quickly cut around the area, peeling away the layers of flesh and blood around the fingers.

The last finger, gleaming with a dark red luster, appeared completely before his eyes.

These are the fingers of Ryomen Sukuna.

The head of the calamity split open under the cutting of the lightning threads, revealing the hideous dark red finger bone inside.

The moment the fingers were completely separated from Huoya's flesh, Huoya's body stiffened abruptly, as if the last bit of support had been removed.

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After losing his fingers, Huoya's body began to disintegrate rapidly, vanishing into thin air without leaving a trace.

Only a shallow human-shaped indentation and a few puddles of silvery-gray liquid remained in the original spot.

Yuuto held that finger up to his eyes.

The dark red veins writhed in the moonlight, as if they were alive.

A thin layer of cursed energy membrane covered the surface of his fingers, sealing within it the aura of the King of Curses.

Cold, brutal, and arrogant.

Just holding it in your hand, you can feel the chilling sense of oppression.

Yuuto stared at the finger in front of him, pondering how to deal with it.

The fingers on the high school side in the original work were mostly not collected recently.

Instead, they were items collected many years ago and stored underground at the high school for a long time.

As for the finger that the loyal servant took out, it had been hidden since ancient times.

So, in the original work, this finger was probably collected by Xia Youjie's two sisters, or perhaps by Brain Flower.

Now that it's in my hands, there's no reason for me to take it out again.

Yu Ren placed it into the system space.

In this way, without Yuuto's support, our Lord Sukuna will forever lose one-twentieth of his power.

As Yuuto walked out of the gates of the abandoned girls' school, the sorcerers waiting outside the cordon swarmed forward.

"Lord Kasuga! Are you alright?"

"Has that top-tier cursed spirit been exorcised?"

"You're completely unharmed, that's incredible..."

Everyone chimed in with their own words, their eyes filled with admiration and wonder.

Several girls even took out their phones and kept taking pictures of Yuu, the flashes crackling in the night.

Yuuto frowned slightly and raised his hand to stop the commotion.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight: "The disaster has been dealt with. The cleanup work is now your responsibility. Conduct another thorough search of the surrounding area to ensure there are no remnants."

Several sorcerers nodded quickly and turned to arrange manpower. Seeing this, the others gradually dispersed and began to do their own things.

Some people carried instruments to test the power of curses, some carried sealing strips toward the ruins, and others squatted on the ground recording something.

Yuuto glanced at his unharmed hands and let out a soft breath.

He actually didn't like being fawned over by the crowd.

Moreover, this victory was due not only to skill but also to a bit of luck.

Huoya was only recently born and lacked combat experience; otherwise, the outcome would have been hard to predict.

He understands this principle, but there's no need to explain it to others.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu walked over, leaning on a cane, followed by a black car.

The old man's face showed a rare hint of relaxation: "You've worked hard, Lord Chunri. Go back to the college and rest. Leave the rest to them."

Yuuto nodded, bent down, and got into the car.

Although his residence was not in Kyoto College, Yuuto had already told Rakuganji on his way to exorcise the special-grade cursed spirit that he was going to stay at Kyoto College for a while and asked him to help prepare a place to stay.

Although it was rushed and no specific reason was given, Leyan Temple immediately arranged for people to make preparations.

The car drove smoothly toward Kyoto Higher Vocational School.

It was already evening. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and streetlights swept past the car window one after another, casting streaks of dim yellow light.

Yuuto leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest for a while, and then suddenly spoke.