You tell me, this is called daily youth?

As a result, her authority was suppressed, forcing her to suspend her attack.

This is actually nothing. The suppression is equal. There are no people from the Evil Extinguishing Team on the battlefield. After getting familiar with the situation, Saito Hiraga will only die faster. But at this moment, Li Dan suddenly appeared and killed him.

Stronger and faster than before, with no sign of being suppressed at all, Shalltear exchanged blows with him and immediately abandoned everyone and retreated.

"It's not an illusion. Not only is he not suppressed, but he's become even stronger. Only epic-level players can fight against Authority. But why did he hold back before?"

Shalltear didn't understand, so she raised her spear to extinguish the remaining flames on her armor. At this moment, she saw a swirling thundercloud and a warrior also leaving the battlefield.

Following behind him was a black-armored demon who actually forced his way through the thunderclouds and slashed at his back.

"help me......"

Genichirō was blasted to the ground by the demon. Shalltear instinctively wanted to help, until a gaze fell upon her. She shuddered all over and ran away without looking back.

It’s good, so let’s just accept our fate.

......

Crush them and kill them all.

A huge pit appeared in the square. Yuuki was standing at the bottom of the pit, with thick white smoke coming out of his body. Ashina Kuichiro was trampled into a meat paste under his feet.

The true purpose was revealed, and then there was a violent storm. Yuki used all his strength and did not hesitate to defeat and crush everyone. The huge dark cloud in the sky covered the sky, and only a few remaining figures were fleeing in a panic.

Players are also human beings and will be afraid, especially in faction battles, which are not like dungeons where players have a natural retreat route, and the instinct of survival can easily fill their hearts.

For example, even if Kuichiro was suppressed, he was capable of fighting with himself, but he gave up this qualification, saying that I can survive if I run faster than my teammates.

This is the result of carefully selected players, a suitable battlefield, and the chemical effect produced together.

"Huh, the clouds have dispersed and the snow has stopped."

After the players on both sides retreated, the dark clouds in the sky finally dispersed, revealing an eternal night full of vortexes, and there was an artificial sun there. This was the result of the collision between the King of the Demon Realm and the "Infinite Void".

The blizzard stopped at the same time, the communication terminal was taken down, and the two clouds of war fog dissipated at the same time.

Yuuki glanced at the terminal. Densely packed friendly army logos were scattered throughout the Dreadfort, with the largest cluster concentrated on the middle floor of the castle tower. That was the Demon Temple, the center of the 'One Hundred Demons Night Parade'.

Finally, he took it down. He eliminated two of the Twelve Evil Ghosts, and Kokushibo was tied down here. The Evil Extermination Team also strengthened the "ghost hunters" and "fighters", and the balance of combat power had long been tilted.

"And Gojo Satoru will be here soon." Yuki stretched his neck and looked at the lone six-eyed samurai in the air. "Tell me, how long will it take for Sukuna to return?"

Kokushibo remained silent. After the Heart of the Ice Goddess was suppressed, the evil ghost's communication was also restored, and he received a lot of bad news in the first time.

No wonder two camps disappeared. It turned out that they went to support the Demon Temple. This man had made a contingency plan from the beginning. Even if he failed to crush this battlefield, the Pantheon would still be able to decide the outcome.

Except for Virgil's escape, almost all of the Twelve Evil Ghosts were killed, the Heart of Ice was lost, the Demon Temple fell, and the other little ghosts fled in a panic to the public teleportation point provided by the game.

The war is over.

The results of the three battlefields are about to be announced. The Hundred Demons Night Parade was defeated miserably. After the loss of the Demon God Temple, only the remnants are left fighting desperately. The Evil Extermination Team will soon be able to sweep them away like a whirlwind.

We tried to defeat them one by one, but in the end, we were the ones who were defeated one by one?

Kokushibo took a deep breath and saw Shokuhou Misaki and others forming a new formation in the distance. The authority suppression had just ended, and this group of monster-level players would soon be able to join the battle again.

Five minutes, just five minutes.

There is not much time left in the hourglass, and the strongest Sukuna is about to return, but it is meaningless now. Even if he has three heads and six arms, he cannot defeat the siege of dozens of monster-level players, and most of his subordinates who were supposed to support him are dead.

Click.

The hourglass was crushed, and the sand scattered like flowing light, each grain of sand sparkling with light, like countless flowing pictures.

"You can let Sukuna come. This is an insult to him." Yuuki looked at the sand like meteors and realized that this was a cross-dungeon communication item. Unlike a fax machine, it could calculate the player's return time and transmit the information recorded by the outpost.

After he used his own life to prevent Sukuna from coming back, he was surrounded by countless players with a confused look on his face.

At this time, you can act on impulse and kill as many as you can; or you can cut off your retreat and survive, abandoning the outpost and fleeing to the border.

The evil ghost chose the second option, or in other words, the worst outcome was already within the plan before the battle began. The Hundred Demons Night Parade must have an office and prepared a large number of points.

It seemed like there would be endless trouble, but Yuuki smiled and said, "It's a wise choice. Actually, I don't want to fight with a furious epic player. Thanks."

The man thanked him sincerely. He was not a reckless person and he had never thought of fighting Sukuna alone from the beginning.

You can fight it one-on-one, but not now. You should be 90% sure of crushing it before you do it.

This made Kokushibo, who had pupils all over his eyes, stunned, and his face turned from white to red, and then from red to blue.

The intense rage and shame almost drove him crazy. He was like a clown, being played around with by others!

"Li Dan, 'One Hundred Demons Night Parade' has a sworn enemy relationship with you and will put you above those food!"

The winning rate of this war was originally as high as 90%, but because of him, it was turned around. From the moment he rushed into the Dreadfort and slaughtered the players, everything went off track.

There is overwhelming hatred. There are still many players left in the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade", including the epic Sukuna. This makes others nervous when they hear about it. After all, one person cannot fight against the remnants of a faction.

Yuki's face was expressionless, and he tilted his head: "So are you going to flee, or stay behind to cover your retreat?"

Having been guessed again, Kokushibo's face turned dark. Of course he could leave, but if he left, this man would directly join the final battlefield. The barely alive Mondes would probably not last even a minute.

If Gojo Satoru gets the permission to lock the space, where will Sukuna be able to escape? Without Sukuna, how can he take revenge?

Black lines covered his entire body, the light of the silver moon was so bright that it was dazzling. Kokushibo seemed to be burning, turning into a bright moon blocking the eternal night, and then fell towards Yuki.

He is trying his best to take me away no matter what. Do you think it is possible?

Yuki smiled, looked at the setting moon, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped.

The fighter jets released by the armored aircraft carrier cut a diamond-shaped barrier in the air to support the bright moon. Then, the deep-sea hunter with white hair and red eyes blasted out a huge wave to make it completely stop.

Saito Hiraga, holding the Sword of Nothingness, stood in front of the moon, madly absorbing the moonlight, and the violent mental piercing made Kokushibo temporarily mentally retarded.

Yuki stood on the ground, as if watching a wonderful movie. He looked at the energy fluctuations of the eternal night gradually subsiding, and then looked at the broken castle tower.

A terrifying aura emanated from the ruins. The evil spirit obsessed with battle returned, but received a message from Kokushibo one minute before his return.

It's unbelievable, full of murderous intent, but there's nothing we can do.

As the leader of the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade" and the strongest demon, Sukuna has no sense of participation. What about the promise of crushing the enemy as the ultimate insurance? What about the promise of a passionate and cruel fight to the death?

After years of planning, these losers couldn't even make it back on their own.

This wasn't a matter of hitting cotton with a punch; before they could even begin, their own people were all dead, leaving only corpses strewn across the Demon God Temple. But outside the door, the Evil Extermination Team players were fully prepared, with all sorts of powerful props deployed.

A terrifying red phantom appeared in the ruins, like a giant, sweeping across the battlefield and staring at Yuki.

"Headhunter, Li Dan!!!"

The roar formed a sonic boom, covering the corpses on the ground with a layer of red light, and the line of sight penetrated Yuki.

You are not my opponent. No, you can’t last more than ten minutes in a fight with me!

This is the most intuitive judgment, but the bright moon is already at the end of its strength, and Mondes is on the verge of falling.

The most painful and cruel thing in the world happened to Sukuna. You clearly wanted to tear a person apart and you could tear him apart, but your damn rationality told you:

If I take action, I will be the one to die.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"

Yuki looked at it coldly, and saw that the red phantom, which was obviously full of murderous intent, became blurred, as if a bloodthirsty dog ​​had stretched the chain straight, but was dragged back by its owner.

And the one who pulled the chain was me.

Yuki felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure. So what if he was an epic player? I asked you to fight hard and you had to fight. I asked me to get out of here and you had to get out of here.

Why should I fight you to the death? Why should I try my best to dance on a tightrope with an epic player? Do you think this is a ring duel?

Those who bridge the gap in strength, like a chess player controlling everything, and bring despair and powerlessness to their enemies, are usually called—

The best old bitch.

"If you knew that I let you go on purpose, you would probably be furious." Yuki shrugged, flicked his thumb, and drew his sword facing the setting moon and the helpless and furious Kokushibo.

Clang——

"Besides, if you hate Li Dan, what does it have to do with my Sky Island Yucheng!?"

Chapter 9: Killing All the Evil Ghosts

End.

The bright moon was annihilated in the flames. This faction war had gone through a huge unexpected turn of events, but it was as intense and short as Gojo Satoru had imagined.

But the boundless space was folded up, and the white-haired young man standing in the sky was a little confused. He was the initiator of this war, but not the controller of this war.

Am I also a pawn?

Gojo Satoru stared at Yuuki who was leaning forward with his sword drawn, feeling ironic and ashamed. In terms of single-round strength, the latter was not even at the epic level, and was only slightly stronger than Kokushibo and Dante.

But he is the chess player, who enters the game midway and controls the entire game.

"Where did Huang Quan and the others find this monster? They stole all my limelight."

The young man covered his face. In fact, he had already lost the bet. Mondes had predicted his prediction, but unexpectedly the situation was completely reversed. If it was the latter who made the plan, the losses would probably be reduced by half.

He felt a little depressed and a little fearful, but he had to admit that in terms of intelligence, Yuki could crush him.

"As expected of a player who can transcend the game settings, if he truly turned the situation around with his own strength, I'd be more receptive to it."

This is what makes Gojo Satoru uncomfortable. Yuki turned the situation around by relying on observation, calculation and prediction, which belongs to another dimension beyond strength. He even felt a warning.

If you can make me win, can you also make me lose?

The battlefield has gradually become quiet. Except for the pursuit team, all the players are standing in the ruins, watching Gojo Satoru falling from the sky, and the latter is very depressed.

He had imagined it countless times, and all the high-profile declarations were useless. In this war, he was just the sharpest knife, and even led everyone into a pit. Now he knew the full picture of the entire war.

Damn, even this is included?

Gojo Satoru saw that the players from each camp only glanced at him, many with playful smiles, and his scalp tingled. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he dared not pretend to be cool anymore.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he landed in front of Yuki with a complicated look in his eyes.

"You... don't want to make a fortune quietly?"

"Not at this moment. After all, I am a person who cares about honor." Yuki smiled and spread his hands.

I don't believe you at all. This old bastard is full of evil intentions. He must be planning something. At least he has tied the evil-elimination team on the boat.

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth slightly, but the most terrifying thing about Yuki was that people could guess what he wanted to do, and they had to happily cooperate with him.

"From today on, the names of Headhunter and Li Dan will probably be widely spread throughout the Samsara game. Tell me the truth, is there a Judge tracking you?"

"Yes, don't worry, I'm just a mercenary. If they find you, just tell the truth." Yuki shrugged, seemingly relaxed, but in fact he really hoped that Gojo Satoru would keep his promise.

"That... is true. You are not a wanted criminal. Why can't I cooperate with you?" Gojo Satoru felt relieved. He would just tell the truth if the judge came to him. Anyway, he didn't know where Li Dan lived.

"Don't worry, the promise and covenant are still valid. The evil elimination team is too weak now and can't withstand any more trouble. I won't set a trap to kill you."

"It's okay. I trust your character. It's not that easy to plot against me." Yuki took a few steps and patted his head gently. "Anyway, I can come anytime I want. I'm very interested in what kind of conspiracy could lure me to death."

Does he have our authority?!

Gojo Satoru swallowed his saliva and subconsciously looked at the corpse on the ground, his mind a little confused.

According to the settings, if the authority holder is killed by a player in the same camp, the authority will be inherited. If he is killed by a player in another camp, the authority will be shattered and drift back to the outpost after a period of time to be recovered. Therefore, the fall of each "king" means the beginning of fratricide.

Then he can inherit authority across factions, really...

Damn the setting!

Yuki didn't care about Gojo Satoru's nagging. This was a war and also a transaction. He chose to take the risk and increase the bet, so he naturally had to get the corresponding reward.

I gained a lot of permissions from Sadako, Muzan, and Kokushibo, which accounted for about 5% of the total. Each permission was incomplete, but it was enough to come and go freely.

Won Ma.

He quietly clenched his fists. This way, Gojo Satoru would have no way of getting off the boat. The judge would soon lock onto the 'Headhunter' and 'Li Dan'. With so many witnesses, their attention would shift from 'The Thorn Rose' to 'One Hundred Demons Night Parade'.

If the judge needs to investigate or even intervene directly, then this outpost is the best testing ground. As for whether it is a bit disdainful?

No, I won't take action. These people are all dead, and Gojo Satoru has become a stray dog ​​like Sukuna.

This is the price of victory. Yuki is not a saint. He would not take risks without considering the benefits. Besides, Yuki has also prepared many escape routes for them.

Why must the survival of the captains of each faction be guaranteed? There are eight factions here, representing eight huge forces. Pulling out carrots brings out mud, so even the most powerful judge has to be cautious. And he has no intention of using Gojo Satoru as cannon fodder.

He could tell the truth because he was just a mercenary who had just met and participated in the faction war. If you had to find out about the abnormality, it was just that he performed too well.

You're looking for Taichi? The Evil Squad doesn't know any Taichi. You're looking for Li Dan? What's going on with my Sky Island Yuki?