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They stood in a triangular formation, blocking all paths, their immense magical power acting like a tangible wall, causing the entire space to hum.
However, Gojo Satoru's gaze pierced through them.
He looked behind the three top-tier cursed spirits, into the shadows of the platform.
A figure that made his soul tremble slowly walked out.
The black robe, the familiar face, even the habitual, slightly languid posture—it was exactly the same as he remembered. The only difference was the ugly suture line running across his forehead.
"Yo."
The rice was scrambled across the bank, and the rice was scrambled across the bank. ...
"Long time no see, Satoru."
He opened his arms wide, like a host welcoming an old friend.
"Did you like the class reunion I prepared for you?"
In that instant, all the expressions on Gojo Satoru's face—that ease, that composure, that nonchalance—shattered like ice frozen in time, vanishing completely.
Chapter 358 Gojo Satoru's One-Man Show
Tokyo, Shibuya, five underground levels, the platform of the New Sub-Center Line.
The air freezes.
This was not a metaphor, but a physical solidification. Centered on Gojo Satoru, the invisible pressure caused the dense magical energy permeating the space to break down, as if even the light began to distort. His usual composure, that ease that seemed to say he could use a collapsing sky as a blanket, shattered the moment he saw that figure, like a broken mirror, disintegrating into nothing but cold fragments.
"Yo."
The fish was covered in chaff, and the fish were scrambling about. The fish were scrambling about ...
"Long time no see, Satoru."
"Did you like the class reunion I prepared for you?"
Gojo Satoru did not answer.
He stood silently, his six azure eyes beneath the black eyepatch processing the information before him with unprecedented speed. The person before him was his closest friend, whom he had killed with his own hands. The body was real, the remaining traces of cursed power were real, but the soul residing within that shell was an unprecedented, ancient, and malevolent monster. The suture line across his forehead, like an ugly centipede, gnawed wantonly at his most precious memories.
Time stretched infinitely in his perception. Countless moments he had spent with Xia Youjie flashed through his mind like a slideshow. The rooftop of the vocational high school, the argument after the mission, their backs as they parted ways, and finally, the moment he personally pulled the curtain down on the streets of Shinjuku.
All of this was desecrated on the face before my eyes.
boom!
The entire underground station shook violently—not from an explosion, but from a spatial tremor caused by the release of pure cursed power. An icy killing intent surged from Gojo Satoru. The three top-tier cursed spirits, Louhu, Hanami, and Makoto, instinctively trembled before this killing intent. They had never seen Gojo Satoru like this before. Not the effortlessly powerful strongest, but a awakened god of destruction, existing solely for the purpose of destruction.
"Shut up."
Gojo Satoru's voice was very soft, yet it was like countless steel needles piercing the eardrums of everyone present.
"You are not worthy to use that face or say that name."
He didn't even glance at the three top-tier monsters; in his eyes, these so-called calamities were nothing more than a few pebbles blocking his path. All his attention was fixed on the [unclear - possibly a character or object], ...
The energy of the forward-rotating [Azure] and reverse-rotating [Radiant] spells began to converge at his fingertips.
The empty phrase 【茈】.
He planned to erase this place, along with that bastard who had taken over his best friend's body, from the map completely.
Louhu and Hanami sensed the terrifying energy capable of instantly vaporizing them and immediately prepared to deploy their domains or launch attacks to interfere. Meanwhile, Makoto excitedly commanded countless cyborgs, ready to rush forward and tear Gojo Satoru apart.
However, the fashionable and charming Niu, with its bold and fierce demeanor, was actually quite different from the Wei family's.
Just moments before the light from Gojo Satoru's fingertips was about to burst forth.
Buzz—rumble—
A piercing train screech grew louder as it approached. A subway train, packed with ordinary people and gleaming with its stark white headlights, burst from the dark tunnel and screeched to a halt on the platform. The doors hissed open, revealing hundreds, even thousands, of faces contorted with terror. Even more horrifying, mixed among these ordinary people were a large number of grotesquely modified humans, altered from real people. Some retained their upper bodies, but their lower bodies had become twisted lumps of flesh; others had their entire bodies stretched and flattened, like failed works of art, crammed into the crowd.
They are hostages, and they are bombs.
The world-destroying energy at Gojo Satoru's fingertips abruptly stopped. The light flickered at his fingertips before slowly dissipating.
He couldn't do anything here.
[茈] will indiscriminately destroy everything in its path, including the entire carriage of civilians.
"You're still so naive, Wu."
The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent meaning. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.
"Let's do it." (This is a fragment of a sentence, likely from a machine translation error.)
In an instant, hell descended.
Louhu activated his [Extreme Meteor], and several enormous lava fireballs formed from the station's dome, hurtling towards the platform. Countless thick roots sprouted from beneath Hanami's feet, coiling around Gojo Satoru like giant pythons. Makoto grinned maliciously, pressing his hand to the ground, and countless pale arms burst from the earth, grabbing for Gojo Satoru's ankles. Simultaneously, the cyborg army around him let out inhuman roars and swarmed forward.
This was a perfect siege against the "strongest." Hostages were used to limit his most powerful attack, while a continuous stream of cyborgs drained his energy. Finally, three top-tier cursed spirits delivered the fatal blow.
Any other top-tier mage would feel nothing but despair in this situation.
But he is Gojo Satoru.
The next twenty-nine seconds became a suffocating one-man show belonging only to Gojo Satoru.
He didn't even look up at the lava falling from the sky. With a light stomp of his foot, an invisible barrier of "no limits" expanded upwards. The fireballs, powerful enough to melt steel, were slowed down infinitely upon contact with the barrier, ultimately vanishing silently without even a spark falling.
He sidestepped, dodging the sure-fire strangling root attack from Hua Yushi, his body twisting at an incredible angle. His right hand transformed into a chopstick, precisely striking the weakest point of the root. A flash of blue light, and the resilient cursed root snapped in two.
His figure flashed through the surging cyborg army, so fast that only a series of afterimages remained. Each flash was accompanied by the disintegration of a cyborg's body. He didn't kill them, but merely used just the right amount of magical energy to destroy their fragile bodies, which were modified from souls, turning them back into harmless puddles of rotten flesh. The entire process was seamless, without a single unnecessary movement, and without a single drop of blood splattering on the civilians nearby.
He even has free time.
After dodging a close-range jet of lava from Louhu, he instantly appeared behind Louhu and stomped its volcanic head into the ground, causing the entire platform to tremble.
"Too slow." His voice carried a hint of impatience.
He was like a supercomputer with astronomical computing power, planning the optimal route of action in fractions of a second. Protecting civilians, suppressing the special forces, and clearing out the miscellaneous troops—the three mission lines ran in parallel under his command, executed perfectly.
Louhu, Huayu, and Zhenren, three top-tier cursed spirits capable of overthrowing a country, were now like three clumsy children, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.
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He knew Gojo Satoru was strong, but this strength was beyond his comprehension... This wasn't a battle, it was a game.
"This can't go on." While dodging Gojo Satoru's counterattacks, Makoto said to the dark-skinned man, "This won't do."
Gojo Satoru heard it.
He stopped, standing in the center of the platform, surrounded by the remains of cyborgs and the temporarily immobilized Louhu and Huayu. He glanced at the trembling civilians in the carriage, then at the figure of Liao Tuo Ai Shu not far away.
He knew that he couldn't delay any longer.
"The field expands——"
He removed the blindfold, revealing his six azure eyes to the air. In that instant, it seemed as if all the stars in the universe had converged in his eyes. Profound, vast, and containing boundless truth.
"【Boundless Emptiness】".
There was no earth-shattering event; the world was only quiet for a moment.
Centered on Gojo Satoru, an invisible domain unfolds in an instant, then collapses in the next instant.
The entire process lasted only 0.2 seconds.
For the top-tier cursed spirits and the beings present, 0.2 seconds felt like eternity. Endless information—the birth and destruction of the universe, the entire process of life, all knowledge, everything—was forcibly poured into their brains. Their minds instantly shut down, their thoughts ceased, and their bodies froze in place, unable to move.
For ordinary people, the amount of information conveyed in those 0.2 seconds was equally enormous, but Gojo Satoru had skillfully controlled the dosage. They simply felt a sudden darkness before their eyes and a blankness in their minds before collectively passing out, without suffering any permanent damage.
The battlefield was cleared away in an instant.
Only Gojo Satoru, standing, and a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter remained.
"ended."
He walked towards the frozen figure, rushing towards it with a start.
Just then, the iliac wall ┯bo Mu Chengxi, broke through the shackles, and the curtain of the eagle was drawn. The eagle was drawn by the eagle, and the eagle was drawn by the eagle ...
A disgusting cube with eyes covering its surface.
Top-grade cursed artifact, [Prison Gate].
It opened on its own in mid-air, revealing the chaotic and distorted space inside.
"Open the door." (This appears to be a fragment of a sentence or phrase, possibly a corrupted or incomplete message.)
The conditions for opening the Prison Gate are: confine the sealed object within a radius of four meters for one minute.
Meanwhile, in Gojo Satoru's mind, the memories that flashed through his mind from the moment he saw Natsumi Yuuki's face had already far exceeded one minute.
"Gotcha, Gojo Satoru."
Countless fleshy tentacles emerged from the cube, coiling around Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru's body was frozen in place, unable to move. He was dragged towards the small cube.
The legs were trembling, the tons of water were still flowing, and the water was so deep that it seemed like a tangled mess. The ...
However, there was no trace of panic or despair on Gojo Satoru's face.
In the moment before his body was completely swallowed by the prison gates, he looked at the fish, his eyes fixed on the ground, his gaze fixed on the earth.
A bright, even somewhat crazy, smile spread across his face.
He mouthed a few words silently.
"Waiting for you for a long time."
The next second, the [Prison Gate] snapped shut, turning into a heavy cube that fell onto the cold platform floor.
The strongest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru, has been sealed away.
Chapter 359 The Time of Liquidation
There was a deathly silence for three seconds on the platform.
Louhu was the first to react. Looking at the prison gate lying on the ground, its single eye blazed with unprecedented ecstasy. It let out a deafening roar, not of anger, but of pure, long-suppressed excitement.
"We did it! We did it! Gojo Satoru is sealed away!"
The real person also recovered from the aftereffects of the [Boundless Void]. He stroked his still buzzing head, looked at the cube, and a childlike, innocent yet cruel smile appeared on his face: "Ah... finally, I've finally locked up that troublesome guy."