"Roar!!!"
Under the hazy moonlight, only a highly agile, gigantic green figure could be vaguely seen darting between skyscrapers, and the occasional beastly roars from the darkness instilled fear in people's hearts.
Opposite it was a crimson figure, also weaving through the high-rise spaces. As the two figures rapidly intersected, dazzling sparks erupted from the friction of blades and claws.
The skyscrapers serving as their backdrop suffered the most. The force generated by each collision affected the surroundings, and the aftermath of their skirmish would shear off parts of nearby skyscrapers, causing them to collapse with a crash.
Their movements were so swift that even Cursed Spirits couldn't clearly capture them; only two beams of colored light could be seen converging and rapidly separating in the dark night, then converging again.
In fact, a closer look would reveal that Ryomen Sukuna's body was gradually manifesting some unknown green energy—the power of plague, a contaminated Psychic Power.
The Psychic Power rampaging within Ryomen Sukuna was truly like a runaway horse, wantonly unleashing its strength.
At this moment, a figure slowly arrived on the scene as well.
It was Gojo Satoru, who had changed into a patient's gown. He stood in the air, closely observing the intersecting figures in the distance and the powerful gusts of wind that reached him, his mouth slightly agape in surprise.
Gojo Satoru had originally intended to help, as the guy on the big screen had suddenly become so much stronger for some unknown reason.
But he didn't consider what help he could possibly offer by staying there.
Neither Gojo Satoru's 'Cursed Technique Reversal: Red', 'Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue', nor 'Hollow Purple' could be used; forcing their use would only accidentally injure allies.
As for using Limitless Void, he was too weak to use it in his current state.
Otherwise, facing the defiled Psychic Power from the Warp, Gojo Satoru would surely lament how ridiculous his proud 'information overload' attack was.
Only by truly entering this battlefield could one understand the intensity of their combat.
"Sukuna is truly enjoying himself."
Gojo Satoru had, even before his death, resented his own weakness for not fully satisfying Ryomen Sukuna, but now, Ryomen Sukuna was completely different, his strength even more terrifying.
"He's smiling."
It was the kind of genuinely exhilarating smile one exhibits during intense combat, which deeply moved Gojo Satoru—a smile he had never seen before.
The firelight illuminated the gigantic green monster, its four dark green eyes fixed intently on its enemy, its mouth splitting open into a ferocious grin.
Though merely a faint smile, it portended life or death, as Ryomen Sukuna's Cursed Technique had been conquered to an unimaginable degree.
Gojo Satoru was still lost in thought when, the next second, an invisible slash shot forth, causing a piercing pain, a blood-staining agony that filled the sky.
It bypassed the defense of Limitless, severing Gojo Satoru's arm completely.
"What is this idiot doing here?"
Kenmyo, out of the corner of his eye, saw Gojo standing there like an imbecile, dumbfounded in mid-air with a severed arm, and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
"Don't tell me he came to help."
Did he really think Ryomen Sukuna's slashes were the same as before? Your Lord Sukuna is not what he used to be.
What a pity; if it had advanced another inch, it would have been Gojo Satoru's waist.
If he had been cut in half at the waist, the core where Cursed Energy accumulates in the human body would have shattered, making recovery truly impossible.
"Wherever you came from, go back there."
Kenmyo instantly teleported in front of Gojo Satoru, grabbing his severed arm before it could fall.
Without any regard for Gojo Satoru's pain from the severed arm, he delivered a fierce kick to his abdomen, sending the guy flying towards the area where that large group of Jujutsu Sorcerer had gathered earlier.
"Have some self-awareness, weakling!"
He even managed to block an attack from Ryomen Sukuna, and Kenmyo, using a soccer-kick motion, sent the severed arm back.
Gojo Satoru could heal his own severed hand with Reverse Cursed Technique; his not appearing here was the greatest reward for Kenmyo.
If you want to die, just say so.
But don't die in front of Kenmyo; he would consider Gojo Satoru bad luck.
"Buzz."
Kenmyo blocked a direct kick from that direction, raised his blade, wanting to saw off that leg, and refocused his attention on Ryomen Sukuna.
Under the infection of the Plague Power, Ryomen Sukuna exploited the advantage of his four arms, demonstrating a significant qualitative improvement in speed, strength, and even destructive power.
Kenmyo, holding his blade, bent his body for a moment, using the building behind him as a launching and leverage point, and charged towards Ryomen Sukuna.
He parried an incoming thrust, then, seizing a wide-open vulnerability exposed by Ryomen Sukuna, he slid his blade upwards with force, sending a thick, dark green arm flying through the air.
But after Kenmyo landed a hit, he still had to guard against attacks from Ryomen Sukuna's other hands.
Plague Warriors have a very distinct characteristic: they fear no pain. Even severely wounded, they can fight as if in peak condition, fearless of death.
Ryomen Sukuna's arms had evolved into Power Klaw bone spurs, no less inferior than those of an Orks Warboss, with sharp barbs at their tips.
So, even though Kenmyo blocked a colossal force capable of splitting mountains, contact with Ryomen Sukuna still left three cuts, neither deep nor shallow, on his shoulder.
Kenmyo glanced at the wound on his shoulder; it healed at a visible rate.
Then, a crimson skeletal rib cage grew from nothing beside Kenmyo, serving as a defense against Ryomen Sukuna's attacks.
At the same time, he raised two skeletal fists, larger than Ryomen Sukuna's body, to attack. He brought his fists together, one left and one right, delivering two fierce blows to Ryomen Sukuna, who was squeezed in the middle.
Ryomen Sukuna's eyes rolled upwards. Kenmyo seized this opportunity, and as he lost control and fell, he materialized a giant katana in the hands of the skeleton behind him.
Like swatting a fly, he brought it down fiercely, almost cleaving Ryomen Sukuna in half under the crimson blade.
Suddenly, the green monster plummeted straight from the sky like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily into the ground, even bouncing a few times.
Each time the creature hit the ground, a massive explosion occurred, until the pressure on Ryomen Sukuna's body shattered all the load-bearing walls at the base of a building, bringing him to a halt and creating a huge crater.
But Kenmyo knew that Ryomen Sukuna was not dead; under the enhancement of plague Psychic Power, he possessed immense vitality.
He was merely temporarily unconscious.
Kenmyo, with a cold expression, his eyes glowing an azure light in the dark night, floated in the sky, propelled by the six crimson light-wings on his back. He spread his arms, and all his Psychic Power gathered in his hands.
Then, as Kenmyo slowly brought his hands together, the ground, which had just barely settled, was violently churned by his psychokinetic Psychic Spells, creating an immediate sense of cataclysmic disaster.
"Rumble!"
Numerous muffled rumbling sounds, like dragons turning over the earth, erupted. Giant arms, formed from a mixture of rebar, concrete, and soil from shattered building fragments, also took shape, surging like a world-overturning wave and pressing down fiercely onto Ryomen Sukuna's original location.
The ground split open like a giant maw; it was the grave Kenmyo personally dug for Ryomen Sukuna.
At this moment, Kenmyo's brain was operating under overload. After all, that was the mass of steel-reinforced concrete fragments from the surrounding skyscrapers they had destroyed, easily weighing as much as two Twin Towers.
Pressing all that mass down could crush Ryomen Sukuna to death.
Kenmyo had always been curious about what form a dual rampage of Cursed Spirits and Psychic Power would take.
But when such a thing truly appeared before him, Kenmyo felt only absurdity. He truly wished to eliminate it completely without a moment's delay.
Ryomen Sukuna's regenerative ability was many times stronger than Reverse Cursed Technique; even severed arms could regenerate instantly.
The mixture of Cursed Energy and dark green Psychic Power was so thorough that they were indistinguishable, and in this state, Psychic Power's amplification of Cursed Energy was comprehensive.
It was like a Digimon that could have evolved into WarGreymon but mistakenly evolved into SkullGreymon; the situation was far more serious than imagined.
"Hmm?"
Kenmyo suddenly felt a pressure stopping him from completely merging the two arms, which were entirely composed of skyscrapers.
He immediately knew that Ryomen Sukuna had awakened, so Kenmyo increased the output of his Psychic Power.
"Merge, damn it!"
Kenmyo felt as if he was suppressing a completely rampaging Nine-Tails; a fierce and strong power was constantly resisting him.
Under the effect of Kenmyo's Celebrity Spells, more and more gigantic reinforced concrete blocks smashed down onto it.
When Kenmyo's eyes perceived Ryomen Sukuna through the countless rubble piles, he saw that Ryomen Sukuna's four hands had begun forming seals, seemingly about to activate the [Malevolent Shrine], prompting Kenmei to decisively stop trying to forcefully suppress him.
Sure enough, after a deafening shriek, the slashes that cut down everything—tseng, tseng, tseng, tseng—thousands, perhaps millions, of invisible slashes converged and erupted.
It was as if an eraser had wiped away all the accumulated building debris above, leaving an elliptical void. This area revealed the extent to which the power of corruption had amplified Ryomen Sukuna's Cursed Energy.
The [Malevolent Shrine], which previously had a maximum effective diameter of 200 meters, had now expanded to the size of a standard football field.
However, by the time Ryomen Sukuna's green, monstrous body appeared in the gigantic pit, another attack that had already been prepared quickly followed.
"Don't think you're the only one; Psychic Power can also amplify Cursed Energy."
"Domain Expansion."
In order not to affect the 'trash' far away, Kenmyo immediately deployed his Domain.
Within this Domain, he would demonstrate his true understanding of what Psychic Power is.
The result of releasing everything he had mastered might be somewhat mystical, but as long as it could kill the enemy, that was enough.
He ran his palm over a sharp blade. Kenmyo's palm was inevitably sliced open, and a continuous stream of blood dripped down along the blade.
"Bloodthirst Black Wrath!"
This massive, continuous flow of blood covered the entire sky, then poured down from all directions like a monstrous flood, submerging the entire city.
The people outside, viewing through the red light, were finally able to clearly see Kenmyo's appearance at this moment: one eye was azure blue, while the area around the other eye was covered in bulging veins, the pupil was deep black, and the surrounding eye socket was burning with seductive, blood-red flames.
In the center of the endless blood pool, only Ryomen Sukuna remained, a gigantic green and bloody monster, all six limbs sprawled on the ground, giving the impression of a beast poised to strike, ready to completely tear apart anyone who gave him an opening.
Ryomen Sukuna's Domain, the [Malevolent Shrine], had also been entirely pulled into Kenmyo's Domain. The shrine itself had grown even larger and stood there quietly.
The continuous slashes had almost turned the sea of blood white, due to the rising foam, giving the impression that the entire river of blood was boiling—all a result of the [Malevolent Shrine]'s cutting effect.
With his current brain capacity, Ryomen Sukuna couldn't fully process what was happening, so he only acted instinctively.
As expected, the shrine formed by Ryomen Sukuna's [Malevolent Shrine] had undergone severe mutation. Where there were previously deep bones, flesh had grown on the surface of the skeletons, rejuvenating them.
It looked like a horde of twisted monsters carrying a gigantic shrine, filled with ominous energy.
Furthermore, the doors to the shrine's interior were wide open, revealing a scene that was even more unbearable: it was filled entirely with green, disgusting tentacle-like objects—the proliferating mass of some unknown creature.
In the open center, the place where ghosts and gods were originally enshrined had completely changed; the archway standing there had become a symbol belonging to Nurgle.
There was a huge, putrid green mass of flesh, bloated and riddled with decaying meat, a sight that made one nauseous.
That was the unformed [Nurgle Spirit]. If it truly took shape, then Ryomen Sukuna would become a genuine Nurgle Vassal.
Therefore, Kenmyo could no longer worry about his brain, which felt like it was about to split open; he had to eliminate him quickly.
Within the boundless atmosphere of blood-red suppression, Kenmyo slowly raised his hands and placed them in front of himself. The posture looked somewhat similar to the casting motion he used previously to summon the Water Lily Bodhisattva Dharma Body via Ryu, but this was different.
This time, it did not appear behind him.
Instead, four massive Jade Body Dharma Idols slowly rose from the abyssal sea of blood, completely surrounding Ryomen Sukuna in a state of being besieged on all sides. Although Ryomen Sukuna's body had also become immense, in front of these Dharma Idols, the difference was like comparing a child's toy to an average person, offering him no advantage whatsoever.
These four Dharma Idols, in their pure white and innocent form, appeared extraordinarily seductive under the crimson rendering of the river of blood. The faces of these Idols were filled with a compassionate pity for the world, and while one hand formed a mudra, the palm of the other hand was pointed directly at Ryomen Sukuna in the center.
Under the dual constraint of Psychic Power and Cursed Energy, even Ryomen Sukuna, who had already transcended the concept of a living being, could only be trapped within the barrier formed by the four Dharma Idols.
Kenmyo took a deep breath; the Cursed Energy and Psychic Power in his body began to surge wildly. A long spear slowly materialized in his hand. The spear had no decorative embellishments, possessing only a spiral shape that radiated offensive power.
The closed eyes of those Bodhisattva Dharma Idols also opened at this moment, revealing scarlet pupils, and a matching blood-colored spear appeared in their previously empty arms.
Then, the spears savagely thrust toward Ryomen Sukuna below from four different directions.
Thus, Ryomen Sukuna's currently corpulent body demonstrated a good advantage—though only for his opponent—as at least four long spears could be fully inserted into him.
The restrained Ryomen Sukuna was immediately impaled straight through four times. This time, Kenmei didn't even need to attack the [Malevolent Shrine] behind him; the damage inflicted upon Ryomen Sukuna was directly reflected onto the shrine at his back.
Four distinct holes also appeared on the shrine. When the long spears pierced through, they shattered the bones and burst the flesh, but for some unknown reason, the structure still hadn't broken apart, though it did show some new changes after being 'blessed'.
However, he hadn't gone to all this trouble to summon such a massive arena just to poke him a few times.
Evil Demons are not easily dispelled.
Kenmyo's right eye burned with intensely crimson, seductive flames as he activated his Cursed Technique.
Although it was an extremely wicked Cursed Technique, what manifested was the utmost gentleness, an absolute form of acceptance.
This was the principle of Extremes Meet.
Kenmyo had maximized the use of the Reverse Cursed Technique by utilizing Psychic Power as a new pathway, achieving this effect.
Compared to Gojo Satoru's Reverse Cursed Technique, Kenmyo's understanding had already reached a new domain, completely surpassing them by a level.
[Lotus Love for Humanity]
That was the move Kenmyo had used to defeat Gojo Satoru's ancestor, it just required a certain amount of wind-up time.
The white light, compressed to the extreme, exploded, enough to strip away all colors. It was a blooming white lotus gradually unfurling.
Yet, Ryomen Sukuna, who was caught within it, seemed to be suffering immensely; his body began to gradually dissolve.
But strangely, as Ryomen Sukuna was enveloped by the lotus, the painful expression on his face lessened until, finally, it turned into a peaceful smile.
This was the act of delivering Ryomen Sukuna's soul and purifying his Cursed Energy.
The lotus rises from the mud unstained, bathed in clear ripples yet unpretentious. Even the filthiest soul, when wrapped by this lotus, will let go of all resentment and obsession.
Kenmyo was merely borrowing this form to express what he truly intended in his heart.
Psychic Power is not a wild horse running free; the essence of the Warp is very pure. Kenmyo was simply merging Psychic Power and Cursed Energy, allowing them to return to their source.