Artoria and Abe no Seimei battled at extreme speed, sweeping sword strikes and Cursed Techniques clashing again and again.
Seimei controlled the Devil King's Hammer in his hand, turning into a Caster. Countless flames, lightning bolts, gales, torrents, and even curses erupted from the flesh and organs on the sword.
These attacks were greatly weakened by Artoria's A-rank Magic Resistance.
Seimei showed no sign of defeat despite being forced into close combat. After all, he was a renowned powerhouse from that barbaric, strength-worshipping era a thousand years ago.
He had dabbled in swordsmanship, horsemanship, archery, and even Jujutsu.
Compared to this side, Kenjaku on the other side was in a much more pathetic state.
He already had very few Cursed Spirits left, and just now, in order to lure Satoru into activating Domain Expansion and entering Cursed Technique Burnout, almost all of his Cursed Spirits had been rendered brain-dead by Unlimited Void.
As a result, before Kenjaku could even deal with those Cursed Spirits, Eichi's Noble Phantasm release blew them all away.
This meant Kenjaku now had to fight Eichi by himself.
Even over the past thousand years, it was extremely rare for Kenjaku to fall into such a desperate situation.
Because very few people were stronger than Kenjaku.
Even when someone was stronger than him, he would immediately turn and flee if he judged that his chances of winning were not high.
But now, Eichi had no intention of letting them leave.
The Throne of Heroes rose, almost pressing against Kenjaku's twisted giant tree.
In his Heroic Spirit Incarnation state, Eichi swung his spear, leaving afterimages behind. Countless attacks completely enveloped Kenjaku.
Just then, Kenjaku suddenly noticed the numerous cracks in the barrier.
Control of the barrier was in Seimei's hands, and almost all of his attention had been focused on luring in and sealing Satoru.
Because of this, Kenjaku had not noticed just how badly the surrounding grand barrier had been damaged.
Seeing that the grand barrier was now full of cracks, with a large chunk missing from it, Kenjaku's eyes immediately lit up...
The battle outside the barrier went much smoother than Naobito had expected.
Especially after Mei Mei and Ui Ui brought Yuta and Hakari Kinji over.
Watching Hakari rampage across the eastern battlefield, occasionally activating his Domain for a dance, Naobito sighed that he really was getting old.
If Yuta, despite his monstrous genius, was still within Naobito's understanding, then Hakari, this oddity, was completely beyond the comprehension of an old man like Naobito.
His Cursed Energy manipulation, which Naobito saw as incredibly crude, his wasteful use of Cursed Energy that made calling him a spendthrift sound like a compliment, and his Reverse Cursed Technique, which was even more abnormal than Satoru's.
At first, when Naobito saw such a talented junior recklessly charge into the army of Cursed Spirits to his death, he felt pity and blamed Eichi for not teaching his students properly.
As for Satoru?
He truly did not think someone with Satoru's personality could produce very good students.
But more than half an hour had already passed since Hakari charged into the army of Cursed Spirits.
He was still maintaining that outrageous Cursed Energy output and Reverse Cursed Technique.
This left Naobito deeply disheartened.
It was likely that Hakari would have to pull Naobito into his Domain once before he could even begin to guess its effect.
Naobito then shifted his gaze to the western front of the battlefield.
There, a Jujutsu Sorcerer dressed like a comedian was fleeing rapidly through the army of Cursed Spirits.
Countless artillery shells continued to fall behind him.
It seemed he had thought of some comedic war movie and started imitating its actions. The artillery fired by the army all chased after Takaba's rear, exploding one after another.
Thus, a hilarious scene unfolded on the battlefield.
Among countless ferocious Cursed Spirits, a comedian with incredibly comical movements fled for his life with all kinds of exaggerated gestures.
Behind him, countless shells fell, and the Cursed Energy-infused shells exorcised Cursed Spirits in swathes.
To some people with poor eyesight, the scene looked as though Takaba was a comedic actor desperately searching for a bathroom, occasionally clutching his rear and jumping high because he could not find one, while the farts he could not hold in caused clusters of Cursed Spirits to explode.
"I'm truly understanding this Jujutsu World less and less."
Due to his relatively avant-garde Cursed Technique, Naobito was already the most open-minded among the elders of the Jujutsu World.
Thus, he was also known as the most enlightened Zenin clan head.
But now, even this most enlightened clan head felt increasingly unable to keep up with the changing times.
"Gulp, gulp."
Feeling old, Naobito took another large gulp of sake.
Originally, when he heard about the situation here, he had prepared to die on the battlefield.
For a man of his heroic stature, dying on the battlefield in old age instead of on a sickbed could be considered a wonderful thing.
After all, the Japanese people's love for tragic figures was quite widespread.
But he had not expected to discover, after arriving on the battlefield, that the hardest part had already almost passed.
Now, he only needed to hold his position and provide support.
"Hmm?"
Naobito suddenly noticed that the Cursed Spirits' movements had changed.
The army of Cursed Spirits, which had been chaotic despite besieging the fortress, began to turn and charge into the barrier.
The grand barrier, which previously only had a large hole at the top and was covered in cracks, completely shattered under the impact of the Cursed Spirits.
The battlefield, whose terrain had been completely changed, appeared before everyone in the fortress.
"Get ready to go!"
Kenjaku shouted to Seimei, then immediately ran toward the Prison Realm.
Seimei's Shikigami could be remade and re-summoned, but Kenjaku's Cursed Spirits could not.
If he left quickly now, he could still take a batch of Cursed Spirits with him using the empty compressed barrier he had on him, and the research base in India was still there.
At that time, he could quickly cultivate a new batch of Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
Although cultivating Special Grade Cursed Spirits this way consumed a large number of people, India had no shortage of people.
Seimei, who was healing himself with Reverse Cursed Technique, glanced at Kenjaku after hearing his words, then nodded.
Although he had failed to seize the national barriers and could not defeat all the enemies of the Jujutsu World, sealing Satoru and Suguru could still be considered a gain.
If only Eichi remained, future operations would undoubtedly become much less difficult.
Thinking this, Seimei began to fight while retreating in the direction of the army of Cursed Spirits.
Only in a chaotic situation would he have a chance to escape.
Just then, Kenjaku also retreated to the Prison Realm.
Actually, he had tried to take the Prison Realm with him earlier, but Satoru's struggles had made the Prison Realm as heavy as a thousand tons.
He could not take it away at all.
Now, seeing all the eyes on the Prison Realm closed, Kenjaku believed the seal was finally complete.
Eichi was about to step forward when a sudden development made him pause.
As soon as Kenjaku picked up the Prison Realm, he found that it suddenly began to shake.
A pair of large hands gently embraced his head... then suddenly tightened.
"Surprise!"
The main body of the brain, startled and flying: "What the f#@!"
(To be continued.)