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

"You want to use numbers to stop my domain from expanding? To be honest, if it's just a few people, it's fine, but if there are so many casualties, Duanmu will scold me."

He slowly raised his right hand, his two fingers together.

For ordinary people, prolonged exposure to an infinite space can cause irreversible brain damage.

However, there is a limit to this. As long as all the clearing is completed within 0.2 seconds and the domain is immediately removed, those people will only be affected by a momentary information shock. At most, they will be unconscious for a while afterward, and there will be no permanent damage.

"I will take care of you in 0.2 seconds."

"The domain expands... into boundless emptiness."

Chapter 271 Sealing Successful

"Domain expands into boundless emptiness."

The moment the domain unfolded, the entire underground station was dragged into an endless torrent of information.

Satoru Gojo's figure silently swept through the crowd. He appeared in front of the first fire beetle, and with a gentle pinch of two fingers, the fiery red beetle crawling on the neck of an office worker was precisely plucked off.

Without pausing, he grabbed another firefly on a student's shoulder and crushed it in his palm with a slight squeeze of his fingers.

His figure moved nimbly through the crowd, and with each pause, a firefly was plucked, crushed, and vanished. Five

One hundred and twenty-four fireflies were cleaned up one by one in the underground parking lot that stretched out in the boundless void.

The time was exactly 0.2 seconds.

Wu Tiao Wu returned to his original position and dispelled the domain.

He was panting heavily, an extremely rare sight—the most powerful sorcerer was actually panting.

Dealing with such a high density of enemies in 0.2 seconds, even for him, the physical strain on his body is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Louhu stood at the other end of the hostage group, watching as its carefully arranged five hundred or so fireflies were wiped out in the blink of an eye. The shock in its heart almost overwhelmed its anger.

But soon, it realized a key point: after the domain is opened and closed, the sorcerer will be in a brief spell meltdown.

In other words, during this period, Gojo Satoru cannot use unlimited techniques.

Its eyes suddenly lit up.

They can fight.

The circuit breaker won't last long; it must seize this window of opportunity.

It stomped hard on the ground, and the floor tiles beneath Gojo Satoru's feet suddenly cracked, spewing out a thick column of magma.

At the same time, several pillars of fire shot out from its hands.

Gojo Satoru leaped up just before the magma erupted from the ground, his body passing between several pillars of fire.

So what if we can't use unlimited lower limits?

He also has six eyes; as long as he can detect the instantaneous movement of the water clock, he can know its purpose.

With a clap of his hands, Louhu sent dozens of fireflies flying out from between his palms, tracing chaotic paths in the air as they surrounded him from different directions.

Gojo Satoru began to dodge with very slight swaying of his body, but he managed to avoid the attack every time.

The water clock's eyes widened.

Why? The spell has already melted away, so why can't I still touch him?

It roared and poured its magical power into its fists, its arms transforming into two scorching pillars of lava, which it smashed towards Gojo Satoru.

The moment Gojo Satoru threw out his fists, he ducked down and slid under the two lava arms, gently bracing his hands on the floor tiles as he flipped over.

His knee slammed into the water clock's chest, then he grabbed the water clock's wrist with one hand, using its backward momentum to twist its entire arm behind its back, while his other hand formed a knife shape with his fingers and struck the water clock's head repeatedly.

"Even if I can't use spells, I'm still not someone you can handle."

The water clock was smashed and fell to the ground with a thud, and purple blood kept gushing from its mouth.

Although it looked disheveled, it suddenly burst into laughter.

A layer of dark red liquid had silently spread across the entire underground station floor, thick like congealed blood plasma.

From this blood-red plane, several rope-like tentacles suddenly sprang up, wrapping around Gojo Satoru's wrists, ankles, and waist, firmly fixing him in place.

The seal has been activated.

The sealed light slowly dissipated in the underground station, leaving only a tiny, blood-red figure the size of a palm.

Its material resembles some kind of translucent blood amber, with a faint, dark red halo flowing across its surface. The tearful eyes have frozen, as if locking everything that just swallowed into this small body.

The water clock got up from the ground and glanced at the ordinary people who were still standing around in a daze.

If it wanted to, none of these people would survive. But it didn't.

We can't afford to waste any more time, not even a second.

It bent down, grabbed the blood-red figure, and transformed into a streak of fire, rushing off in a certain direction.

This blood-red figure must be delivered to Yan Zhixi immediately, something that Xiu Qiu Ji had risked her life for; there can be no mistakes.

Meanwhile, on the ground...

Yuji Itadori was squatting in an inconspicuous corner, his back pressed against the cold wall.

Just now, before leaving, Gojo Satoru said, "You stay up there and don't move around," and then rushed down. He has been sitting here obediently ever since.

The surrounding noise had gradually faded away, and the crowd had been mostly dispersed. Dongtang stood not far away.

Just then, a dark shadow silently floated in front of him.

Tiger Stick suddenly raised his head, revealing a face with familiar black markings.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and the name slipped out: "Su Nuo?!"

Su Nu grinned, and before Tiger Staff could react, his fist slammed into his abdomen, sending him flying through the air. He crashed through the wall behind him, and bricks and dust rained down on the ground.

"Brother!" Toudou Aoi reacted extremely quickly, rushing towards that direction almost at the same moment Itadori was knocked away.

But several sharp slashes came from the side, hitting him and embedding him into the wall next to him.

The wall exploded with a spiderweb-like crack centered on his back, and blood flowed down his forehead, dripping onto the broken bricks.

A moment later, Huzhang struggled to his feet from the ruins, broken bricks rolling off his shoulders.

He was still alive, but his face was covered with black lines.

Su Nuo... has appeared again.

The rather ugly-looking Su Nuo glanced at Hu Zhang, then broke off one of his fingers and casually tossed it towards the boy in the ruins.

Tiger Skin Su Nuo caught the finger and swallowed it without hesitation.

The curse power within the boy's body suddenly surged. Tiger-skinned Su Nuo covered his forehead, threw his head back and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, next, all I need to do is find that kid who interests me before this brat's consciousness awakens."

Chapter 272 Tuoliang

(The following content, barring any unforeseen circumstances, will be all about exciting battles: Cursed Spirits, Cursed Masters, Pyromancers, the strongest versus the strongest...)

Inside Shibuya Station, the curtains had been drawn, casting a somber, oppressive gloom over the entire station.

Fushiguro Megumi grabbed two students who were frantically running downhill and gently pushed them toward the exit: "Don't go under the station, run outside, it's safe outside."

He stood up straight and shouted to the hesitant crowd around him, "Don't panic, move outwards, don't go underground."

Guided by him and several other sorcerers, the crowd began to surge toward the ground in an orderly fashion.

Just then, a violent aura of cursed power suddenly erupted from the bottom of the station, like an invisible hand gripping his heart.

He smelled a faint scent of blood, mingling with the murky air of the station, drifting up from the depths of the underground passage.

There seemed to be chewing sounds, faint and intermittent, like something gnawing on bones.

Fukuro Megumi swallowed hard. If nothing unexpected happened, there was at least one Level 1 cursed spirit approaching him in the underground station at that moment.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the unease surging in his heart, and slowly pulled a level one cursed tool from the shadows.

The hilt of the knife was cold, and holding it in his palm helped steady his breathing a little.

“Come on. Whoever you are, I won’t let you pass through here.” He gripped the hilt of his knife and began to walk underground.

After walking for about a minute, at a sparsely lit corner, the floor was covered with a thin layer of fresh blood that had not yet congealed, which gleamed with a dark red luster in the dim light.

He looked up and saw several mutilated corpses lying haphazardly in front of him, each one severely gnawed, with pieces of clothing and broken bones mixed together, a horrifying sight.

In the very center of the pile of corpses crouched a huge grasshopper-shaped cursed spirit, its back to him. He could vaguely see it carrying a human body and gnawing at it, the tearing and chewing sounds particularly clear in the empty passageway.

Fushiguro Megumi instantly raised and lowered her hands to assume the starting stance.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the grasshopper spirit put down the half-eaten human corpse in its hand and slowly turned its head.

"What are you looking at?"

It spoke unclearly, its tone awkward, as if it had only recently learned to speak.

Cold sweat beaded on Fukuguro's forehead.

The detection results showed that there were no level 3 or higher cursed spirits inside Shibuya before 7 o'clock, but the one in front of us was undoubtedly a near-special level.

Did someone else bring it in? To be able to transport a near-Special Grade Spell Spirit into the heart of Shibuya, which is heavily monitored by sorcerers, without anyone noticing, there must be more than one enemy lurking in the shadows.

"Human, I'm talking to you. Why aren't you talking to me? Do you think I'm stupid? Let me tell you, I'm very smart."

The grasshopper spirit was very dissatisfied with his silence, its antennae twitching restlessly on its head.

Fushiguro took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to summon the Demon Lord.

Since the other party is willing to talk, let's stall them for a while and try to extract some information.

"Since you're so smart, let me ask you: how many of your companions are there, and where are they now?"

The grasshopper spirit paused for a moment, then its antennae suddenly twisted together, forming a knot, before slowly unraveling.

It is thinking.

A moment later, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the grasshopper's face. "Humans, I told you I'm smart. I won't tell you anything."

It seemed particularly concerned about what others thought of its intelligence, and then added smugly.

"Don't think your little tricks will work on me, but let me tell you... you know to ask me, who is so smart, so you must be smart too."