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

Yao Ji poured all her remaining magical power into her claws. With her wings shattered, she could no longer fly, but her eyes remained fixed on the white-haired figure below.

She crossed her claws in front of her body, pushed off with her feet, and transformed into a blur, grabbing at Gojo Satoru's face with a speed far exceeding any of her previous attacks.

This claw was wrapped in the immense magical power that had been extended and strengthened by the domain, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound wherever the claw passed.

Gojo Satoru slightly turned his body, his claws grazing past him. At the same time, he flicked his right hand upwards, his five fingers together, and slashed at the inside of Yoruhime's wrist.

Yao Ji's claw attack was precisely deflected by this palm strike, and her entire right arm involuntarily swung outwards.

She followed up with a sweeping left claw, trying to block Gojo Satoru's movement, but Gojo Satoru had already used the previous palm strike to close in on her and slammed his elbow into her chest and abdomen.

"Spirit Curse, are you even capable? It's been so long, and you don't seem to have improved at all!"

Princess Yagi let out a muffled groan as her body arched backward from the impact, but she gritted her teeth and endured it without retreating, simultaneously thrusting her right knee into Gojo Satoru's side.

"Stop talking big, you mere human, die!"

"Heh... just give it a try."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed her down, using his five fingers to press her to the ground.

Using the downward force, Yao Ji suddenly lowered her center of gravity and slashed down with her left claw from above.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to avoid him, his claws slashing into the asphalt road behind him, blasting open a crack several meters long.

Gojo Satoru reached out with his right hand, grabbed Yoruhime's left arm, pressed down on her shoulder, and slammed her to the ground.

"I was just wondering where your friend's volcano is?"

Yao Ji was forced to kneel on one knee by this clever force, her knee shattering the asphalt road beneath her.

As she knelt, she used her remaining right claw to slash upwards from below, aiming straight for Gojo Satoru's throat.

"How could I possibly tell you?!"

Gojo Satoru released her left arm, leaned back slightly, and then grabbed the back of her right hand, twisting her arm behind her back.

Yao Ji let out a scream mixed with pain and resentment, and the cursed power within her body poured out.

She twisted her body sharply, breaking free from Gojo Satoru's grasp, and reached out with both claws to grab his chest.

Gojo Satoru did not use physical techniques to counter this move.

He put two fingers together and whispered, "Cang."

Blue light exploded from his fingertips, not as an attack, but as an infusion of light upon himself.

In that instant, his body moved to her side at a speed that Yao Ji could not even perceive, and his palm pressed against her back.

Before Yao Ji could turn around, she felt a cold touch against her back.

Then she heard Gojo Satoru's voice, casually saying, "Since I got useful information from you, then you're no longer of any use to me."

“Hmm.”

A tremendous repulsive force exploded from Gojo Satoru's palm, slamming Yoruhime against the opposite wall.

Her back slammed into the concrete wall, creating a spiderweb-like crack, from which brick fragments fell in a flurry.

But the repulsive force did not stop there. It continued to surge from Gojo Satoru's palm, like an invisible giant hand pressing her firmly against the wall, compressing her body little by little.

Her ribs creaked under the immense pressure, the bones cracking and popping as they were crushed.

With her last strength, she lifted her head, her eyes piercing through her increasingly blurred vision, gazing in a certain direction within the city.

Her mission was accomplished.

She didn't know how many seconds her delay had bought for the water clock, but even if it was just one more second, the restraints she had risked her life for had not been in vain.

Just then, she suddenly sensed a powerful magical force emanating from the ground.

That was the scent of the water clock, more intense than ever before.

She knew that the plan was set.

She grinned, blood gushing from between her teeth. "The water clock... it's up to you now. This human has already been weakened. Our world will surely come."

After saying this, her body finally reached its limit under the continuous high pressure and repulsive force, turning into purple blood that filled the sky, and then into ashes that dissipated in the night wind of Shibuya.

Chapter 270 Gojo Satoru-sensei~

“Yao Ji…”

In the underground station, the water clock, which had been prepared, slowly raised its head.

It sensed it; the familiar aura above its head was rapidly dissipating, like a gust of wind finally exhausting its last strength after sweeping across the wilderness.

A few strands of lava flowed silently down the edge of the crater, dripping onto the cold stone slabs of the station.

More than five hundred humans stood densely packed around it.

Men, women, young and old, office workers, students, tourists... their movements were surprisingly uniform. They all tilted their heads back, staring blankly at the station ceiling, unresponsive to any sounds from the outside world, breathing in unison, like a group of puppets whose souls had been removed.

Each person had a bright red worm perched on their neck, its carapace gleaming a dark red light in the dim lamplight.

Fireflies can explode instantly with just a light touch on their target.

But now, they lie there quietly.

The water clock's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the day the plan was made.

"When exchanging fingers, I will directly feed Lord Sukuna's finger to the new container." (This is a fragment of a sentence, likely from a poem or poem.)

Yao Ji frowned. "What about Zhenren? Didn't you promise to bring him back as well?"

"I will have Duanmu Yan hand over the real person's head first, and then I will hand over the fingers." (This is a fragment of a sentence and doesn't translate directly.)

Yao Ji stared into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure?"

The gluttonous ship was punished, and the beautiful woman returned to her seat. The badger curtain was drawn, and the beautiful woman was dismissed.

"You..." Yao Ji's wings suddenly spread out, her feathers standing on end, and Lou Hu reached out to stop her.

It said with restraint, "Kaori Itadori is right. If the other party is unwilling to give up the real person, we cannot force him to make an exchange. There is no point in arguing about this now."

It took a deep breath, turning its single eye towards the flounder. A strange, piercing light emanated from it, and it stared intently at the flounder. The flounder seemed to float on the surface, its head bobbing as it approached.

"What I want to ask is... what about the other person? No matter how strong the King of Curses, Ryoumen Sukuna, is, he can't possibly deal with two people at the same time."

"So we have to tie one of them down so that he can't go to support the other side of the battlefield."

As he spoke of the water clock, he couldn't help but clench his fist.

It is well aware of its own strength. Among all existing cursed spirits, it ranks at the top; even if humans and cursed spirits are all included, it is still among the top of the pyramid.

But those two were simply too strong, overwhelming everything else.

If one of them is held back, the other will definitely go all out. It's impossible for it to stop either of them... even with Yuuki included.

Liao Yongchi Xing Tong Ping Huan Tiao � Ao

It was a tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, completely black, with blood beads constantly welling up from where its eyes were.

"According to the original plan, either Gojo Satoru or Duanmu Yan should be sealed with the Prison Gate, but the prerequisite for using the Prison Gate can no longer be met."

The person who could make those two people fall into a state of reverie for more than a minute was too well protected, making it impossible to get close to them. So she had to settle for second best.

She held the crying little figure in her palm, making sure that both the water clock and Yao Ji could see it clearly. "This item can forcibly seal one of the two people for three hours. But the side effects are also obvious. After three hours, no matter how disheveled the person was before being sealed, they will emerge fully recovered."

"Therefore, we must defeat the one that is not sealed within these three hours, and at least recover enough combat power to fight the other strongest one at full strength to a draw."

The water clock stared at the little figure that kept shedding tears, and the magma in its single eye slowly surged: "What are the conditions?"

"Within a 50x50 area, the target needs to remain there for more than one minute." This statement was made by a person who had been observing the surrounding terrain and was now in a state of flux.

“I’ve already come up with a plan for you… All we need to do is control a large number of cursed spirits to appear in the underground station and attack the humans gathered there…”

"No," the water clock interrupted her. "If a large number of cursed spirits appear at the same time, the other side will definitely notice."

It looked at the loach, its eyes fixed on the flounder, its gaze fixed on the flounder, its eyes ...

Liao Maohuang Qiangbu Bo Nie Cu Pan 

The water clock was silent for a moment, then spoke, "If we want to execute this plan, we must control the humans within that large area without being detected by the other side."

"This will take at least twenty seconds. Kaori Itadori, you need to participate in the transaction. The transaction partner is Duanmu Yan."

"That means we have to have one person control the humans in the underground station and another person delay Gojo Satoru, so I'll take on that role..."

"I'll go," Yao Ji said before Louhu could finish speaking.

She folded her wings and stood up straight. "I can buy more time in the air, and I'm faster than all of you. Leave the water clock to me."

My thoughts, which had been churning, came to an abrupt halt.

The water clock suddenly raised its head. A powerful magical force was rapidly approaching from above, a force whose nature it was all too familiar with.

Blue, cold, with an oppressive feeling that could crush everything.

The station ceiling began to tremble slightly under the vibration of this cursed power, and fine dust fell from the cracks in the concrete, landing on the more than five hundred puppets that were still standing with their heads up below.

Gojo Satoru... has arrived.

boom--

A huge hole was blown open in the ceiling of the underground station by a single blast.

Gojo Satoru fell from the gravel and dust, his shoes making a crisp echo as they hit the station floor.

He straightened up, his six eyes glowing faintly behind the cloth strip, and all the information in the underground space was collected in an instant.

524 people, each with a firefly perched on their neck.

He couldn't help but frown. "Damn it, there are so many hostages."

He wouldn't mind if it were just a few people sacrificing their lives, but this number is too many.

The water clock gave him no time to adjust it.

It snapped its fingers, and dozens of fireflies in the crowd exploded simultaneously.

Its plan was clear: use the smoke from some of the explosions to cover its attack, while leaving enough hostages to prevent Gojo Satoru from activating his domain at will.

If it can hold him off for one minute within this 50x50 area, the seal will activate, allowing it to complete its plan with the remaining Fireflies. Yao Ji has already done it, and so can it.

Gojo Satoru naturally realized what the other person was thinking.