Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Then it flew away.

The shell cracked open, and a streak of orange light burst forth from the fissure, striking it squarely in the chest.

"Molten Flame Splitter!"

The water clock was cleaved away, its massive body drawing a long arc in the night sky before crashing through the rock wall and rolling dozens of meters on the ground before coming to a stop.

It knelt on one knee in the pile of rubble, the charred knife wound on its chest still smoking.

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Fortunately, it was just a small tool that stored the spell formula.

However, this also means that Duanmu Yan is already on his way.

She quickly darted backward, dodging the attack from Nanami and Kusakabe, and landed lightly beside the water clock.

"This parade of a hundred demons has failed. Retreat immediately."

The water clock clutched his chest, his eyes swirling with resentment and rage.

Years of preparation and tens of thousands of cursed spirits were all for naught.

"Let's go together."

The water clock roared to the sky, and the volcano above it erupted violently upwards, sending scalding columns of lava shooting into the air and turning the entire night sky a dark red.

Then it combined with the yellow eagle and the yellow eagle.

Less than half a second later, a golden bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely the spot where the water clock had just stood.

Duanmu Yan landed right after the lightning. He stood at the edge of the pit, looked down at the spot where the lightning had almost hit its target, and clicked his tongue in regret.

"If only you had arrived a little earlier, you'd have run pretty fast."

Those two are really cautious. He himself hadn't even arrived yet; it was just that Riko used the seashell to reveal his presence, and the two of them retreated without hesitation.

Why do I feel like I've seen a ghost whenever I see him?

Aren't they very close? Their faces turn red when they meet!

Honestly, his mind was filled with beautiful images of himself with Ao Yu Ji and Lou Hu...

Duanmu Yan: "Don't run away!"

The gluttonous, savage, and disoriented creatures of Australia quietly obstructed the tax collection.

Duanmu Yan: "If you don't run, I won't chase you!"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or incomplete source. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

You said you're a bit hard to pursue, hoping I'd give up.

If you catch me, I'll give you my life!

It's more like a flirtatious situation.

……

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It was agreed before the battle that as soon as the small cursed spirit was destroyed, they would retreat immediately.

Princess Yuuki made the decision at the same instant the retreat signal was given.

She glanced down at the Zen monk and his son; their spells were quite annoying, capable of briefly pausing her movements.

"Next time... you won't be so lucky!"

After saying that, she flapped her wings, and the gale lifted her up from the ground, disappearing into the clouds without looking back.

"Hey, ugly woman, you're just leaving like that? What a coward! All of you cursed spirits..."

Before Zenjiro Naoya could finish his taunts, Yoruhime disappeared from his sight without looking back.

"What a disappointment..."

With both Yo-hime and Lou-ko leaving the battlefield, the Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) lost its command center.

Tens of thousands of cursed spirits quickly collapsed under the Federation's extermination efforts. The remaining low-level cursed spirits scattered and fled, only to be intercepted and killed one by one by the auxiliary supervisors and level-two sorcerers who were deployed on the perimeter.

It is worth mentioning that after this operation, Xia Youjie's number of cursed spirits has increased from 7000+ to 10000+.

This catastrophe, planned for years, ultimately failed to breach the defenses erected by the sorcerers.

The cleanup work after the war lasted from midnight until dawn.

The logistics convoy shuttled through the ruins and scorched earth, transporting the wounded to the medical department in batches.

Riko was extremely busy, treating hundreds of wounded people, some seriously injured, in the medical tent.

Fortunately, the casualty figures were much lower than pre-war estimates, thanks to the pre-deployed defenses, timely support and dispatch, and the few mages who held off the Cataclysmic enemy on the front lines.

Gojo Satoru returned a few seconds after Duanmu Yan, saying that he had killed an ancient sorcerer named Wan, who seemed to be obsessed with love and couldn't stop talking about Sukuna.

He was having a lot of fun, but after receiving a signal from command, he immediately took out Wan, though he was still a little too late.

Shi Liulong was found in a patch of scorched earth, with Lu Ziyun lying nearby.

Duanmu Yan crouched down, reached out to check their breathing, and confirmed they were still alive. He then called over several logistics sorcerers to carry them onto stretchers and arrange for a separate vehicle to take them back to headquarters. He stood up, looking at the rising sun in the distance.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has ended.

Chapter 223 New Schemes

The first day after the end of the Death Return journey.

Duanmu Yan pushed open the door to the infirmary, pulled over a chair, and sat down between the two hospital beds.

Shi Liulong was sitting cross-legged on the bed, enjoying a bowl of red bean paste; Lu Ziyun was leaning against the headboard of another bed, her arms crossed, with a ruyi scepter resting on her knees.

"You're recovering well, Shi Liulong. We made a promise before... if you lose, you have to grant me one request."

Shi Liulong put the spoon into the bowl and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Of course, the winner takes all, and the loser has to obey. It's only natural. Tell me, what are your conditions? As long as it's not about me having to quit smoking, anything is fine."

"Stay in the Federation, and you'll have plenty of fights to fight and endless sweets. The red bean paste in our cafeteria is just the standard. There's also the Ginza dessert street in Tokyo, enough to keep you eating for hundreds of years."

Shi Liulong's eyes lit up. He looked down at the empty bowl of red bean paste in his hand and said, "Deal. This stuff is sweeter than anything I ate four hundred years ago. You modern people are really living a life of luxury."

"Times will always progress..." Duanmu Yan finished speaking and looked at another hospital bed, "Lu Ziyun, what about you?"

"Let's get this straight, I did lose to you, but I didn't make any promises with you. Besides, what I'm after is the chance to fight against real strong opponents. How can I achieve my dreams if I'm stuck in such a small place?"

"There is another person in the college who is no less capable than me."

"Not weaker than you? Who?" Lu Ziyun raised an eyebrow, then remembered the arrogant and shrewish expression on Jian Mu's face.

"Yes, it's him."

"I heard it and it all came back to haunt me. I was so shocked and bewildered, I felt like I was being tortured and humiliated."

"His spell power is not as good as mine, but his spell precision is superior. It's hard to say who would win if we actually fought. Besides, he's very idle, extremely idle. He's so idle that he complains every day that no one wants to fight with him. If you stay, I can let him fight with you every day."

Lu Ziyun sat up straight from the head of the bed, her expression becoming excited: "Tiantian?"

Duanmu Yan: "Everyday."

"You're not kidding me, are you? He can fight Gojo Satoru every day? Doesn't he get tired of it?"

“If she doesn’t agree, I won’t approve his leave.” Duanmu Yan betrayed his best friend without a care.

Lu Ziyun grinned and extended her hand, saying, "Deal, happy cooperation."

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Duanmu Yan shook his hand, and the two smiled at each other, both looking forward to a bright future.

It's just that someone who likes to slack off is feeling uncomfortable.

Duanmu Yan: "Speaking of which, your skills in dealing with idiocy are so impressive, how about you consider teaching us?"

Lu Ziyun shook her head: "That's unnecessary. I don't know how to teach people. I just want to know when Wu Tiao Wu is free."

"You should focus on recovering first. We'll talk about it once you're fully healed."

Shi Liulong, who was standing next to him, jumped up and said hurriedly, "Wait, wait... How can I be left out of this? I also really want to fight against the strong. Duanmu, count me in."

“Of course.” Duanmu Yan nodded in agreement, then fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

He had personally experienced the destructive power of those two guys.

If they were allowed to fight inside the vocational college, the teaching building would be razed to the ground in less than three days.

He needs to get Idizhi to buy a piece of wasteland specifically for these battle maniacs to practice on.

This matter needs to be put on the agenda; I need to tell Ichiji when I get back.

However, he had something even more important to do at that moment.

He turned and strode out, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

As he reached the door, he tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and then lowered his voice to call out to the end of the corridor.

"I have subdued Lu Ziyun and Shi Liulong."

……

After the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons ended, the stench of death and the stench of the demons filled the air.

Louhu sat cross-legged on a charred giant rock, with only a few wisps of white smoke listlessly drifting from the crater above.

Yao Ji circled around her, her wingtips irritably lashing against the rocks on the shore, cutting deep cracks into the rocks.

Even the dolphin was unusually not playing in the sea, but instead lying limply on the beach, letting the waves lap against its round head.

Tens of thousands of cursed spirits, two years' worth of savings, all gone in a single day.

The right side of the bridge was blocked, and the foundation was broken. The ground was covered with rustling grass, and the ground was covered with rustling grass ...

These cursed spirits were more fragile than she had imagined. After just one failure, they were all paralyzed here as if their bones had been removed.

She walked to a rock, bent down and touched the soft head of the tuogen, and thought of things from a thousand years ago.

Back then, in order to assimilate Tianyuan, she finally managed to kill a Six-Eyed One, but before she could even celebrate, a new Six-Eyed One appeared.

Who could understand the despair she felt at that time?

Countless plans have been thwarted throughout the ages, and countless times success has been on the verge of being achieved, only to fall short at the last hurdle.