Countless buildings turned to ashes in that single 'Red' attack, and the entire battlefield was enveloped in a haze of smoke.
Appearing on the screen was Gojo Satoru, standing as the absolute victor.
This action was incredibly inspiring; the Jujutsu Sorcerer, who had been silent for a long time, immediately erupted into thunderous cheers.
In their eyes, Ryomen Sukuna, who had taken Gojo Satoru's attack at almost point-blank range, should have no chance of survival.
Everyone was shouting Gojo Satoru's name.
Gojo Satoru seemed to feel the crowd's cheers and raised his hands, striking a victorious pose for the live broadcast.
So what happened to Sukuna? There hasn't been any Cursed Energy fluctuation from him for a while.
Kenmyo always adhered to the principle that he couldn't confirm death without seeing the body, and he was particularly fond of finishing blows.
Just now, Gojo Satoru's terrifying, all-consuming attack, with its immense impact, sent Ryomen Sukuna flying.
He flew straight backward, plowing a visible ravines in the ground.
Even crashing into the shrine he summoned with his domain, he still punched a large hole, almost completely Penetrateing the entire shrine.
No, the shrine had already been shattered. The ground not far away was covered with fragments of this eerie object and blood from Ryomen Sukuna, looking extremely gruesome.
"As expected, he's not dead."
Kenmyo remotely controlled Kenjaku, telling it to zoom in the Cursed Spirit's perspective.
Soon, Ryomen Sukuna's figure was seen; his body was incredibly battered, covered in blood, half his head missing, and even his left hand gone.
He truly admired Ryomen Sukuna's vitality. Even at this level, he still wasn't dead, and could even stand perfectly fine.
Ryomen Sukuna was breathing heavily, his remaining half-head's eye staring intently at the figure in the distance.
His current state could be described as utterly disheveled, completely lacking the composure and arrogance he had just displayed, like a god.
He looked like a severely wounded beast, but unwilling to expose his weakness, he still glared fiercely at his opponent.
With half his head gone, Ryomen Sukuna had only one pair of compound eyes left, and his entire body was covered in burn marks.
Moreover, due to Ryomen Sukuna's severe injuries, he now exuded an even more dangerous, murderous aura.
At this moment, if anyone confronted him, they would probably cower and lower their heads, not daring to look into those broken eyes.
So when the severely wounded Ryomen Sukuna reappeared on the screen,
the Jujutsu Sorcerer who had just been cheering for Gojo Satoru suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had clamped their throats, and their joyous laughter abruptly ceased.
"How could he still be alive?"
"You can even see his Kenjaku inside."
Upon hearing this, a thought suddenly flashed through Kenmyo's mind: if he killed Ryomen Sukuna, then he could try to control this body with Kenjaku.
Could he obtain the Cursed Technique of the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer from a thousand years ago?
He didn't actually know the answer to that.
Because Ryomen Sukuna was reborn using Yuji Itadori's body, perhaps that guy's Cursed Technique wasn't inscribed on the flesh, but on the soul.
However, these answers were still unknown.
It was just his own speculation and would require further practical testing to find out.
"Speaking of which, how's that bastard uncle doing?"
Mentioning souls, Kenmyo remembered the Special Grade Cursed Spirit covered in stitches, intercepted by Fushiguro Toji, and wondered how he was doing now.
If he wasn't mistaken, that guy's Cursed Technique was related to souls.
Speaking of which, Psyker are masters of manipulating souls.
Perhaps Kenmyo wasn't very skilled at keeping a soul active, but he could certainly make a soul completely dead, turning it into a machine that only obeyed his commands.
Kenmyo was no longer satisfied with having the Sorcerer Killer as his subordinate.
Having the King of Curses as his enforcer sounds quite impressive.
But before that, he had to completely defeat that guy.
He should be at the end of his rope, right?
Ryomen Sukuna.
"Hmm?"
A person suddenly appeared in Kenmyo's line of sight on the screen—someone who had suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
How could this be?
The battlefield of Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna had destructive power akin to a natural disaster; ordinary people would have died long ago.
But looking at his appearance, dressed in a kimono, he was probably a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
This person stumbled, looking very flustered, and seemed to be holding a large package in his arms.
Kenmyo had the Cursed Spirit zoom in the camera, and then everyone could see the running figure.
"I've seen that guy before; he's with the blonde man who killed the assistant managers."
A Jujutsu Sorcerer shouted, banging on the table as he stood up.
"That guy directed the blonde man in a series of actions; he looks like a small leader."
Hearing his description, Kenmyo also remembered who the blonde man was: the one previously 'killed' by Nanami Kento, but then salvaged and made into Lucky of Atonement by him.
"That guy is an enemy too."
So these Jujutsu Sorcerer immediately became agitated, with calls to kill him echoing endlessly.
After all, that blonde man truly deserved to die; he killed so many assistant managers and window staff, who were all ordinary people without Cursed Energy abilities.
"Mr. Gojo, quickly kill him."
Gojo Satoru, breathing heavily, also saw the figure over there. He patted his knees, intending to walk over.
But then his vision blurred, and the world spun.
Afterward, he felt an itch in his nose, and when he touched it, it was startlingly red.
"This guy is so weak."
Kenmyo saw the blood flowing from Gojo Satoru's nose and immediately judged that he had overused his Cursed Technique.
In short, his Kenjaku was overused, but the nutrition couldn't keep up.
So the person became weak.
Indeed, as Kenmyo knew, Gojo Satoru had previously used Limitless Void against nearly three thousand people, including those modified humans, on the fifth underground floor.
Then, within an almost limit amount of time, he killed over 1,000 Cursed Spirits formed from modified humans, all while precisely distinguishing friend from foe.
This was an act that greatly depleted his mental power.
Then he was stimulated again by that fake Suguru Geto, another massive mental storm, and when he was trapped in Prison Realm, he must have been utterly despairing.
It was only when he was confined by Prison Realm that he could get some rest.
However, what Kenmyo didn't know was that the mental storm fake Suguru Geto brought to Gojo Satoru was not as psychologically damaging as watching Kenmyo perform a horrific surgery on that Kenjaku.
Hearing that scream, images involuntarily appeared in Gojo Satoru's mind, making him tremble all over.
So Gojo Satoru had already gone through two high-intensity battles, and then had to engage in another fight with the fully recovered Sukuna.
Limitless Void was unleashed at full power in that instant, a full release by Gojo Satoru, and it was extremely draining on his mental strength.
Due to Cursed Technique burnout, he had to constantly use Reverse Cursed Technique for healing.
Those endless sensations of pain, if it were an ordinary person, they might turn into an idiot after enduring it for just a second.
Gojo Satoru stubbornly endured through the hail of gunfire created by Ryomen Sukuna, holding on until his Cursed Technique burnout ended.
But humans are not machines; they have their limits.
Gojo Satoru extended his hand in a gesture of stopping, but the crowd still didn't understand.
But Kenmyo understood; his meaning was that he didn't need help yet.
Gojo Satoru believed he could still handle it alone.
This guy was activating Reverse Cursed Technique again, healing his severely Kenjaku-damaged Kenjaku.
Meanwhile, Ryomen Sukuna was also undergoing healing, and under the gazes of everyone who wanted to kill him, that white figure also arrived.
"Lord Sukuna."
This white-haired, bun-headed person's gender was unclear, but the expression on their face was quite anxious.
"Are you Uraume?"
When Ryomen Sukuna saw this guy standing in front of him, a very strange expression appeared on his face.
He even looked a little incredulous.
"You're still alive?"
Uraume was a subordinate who followed Ryomen Sukuna a thousand years ago, but Sukuna never expected to see him here a millennium later.
Isn't he even longer-lived than me?
Ryomen Sukuna himself only managed to live for a thousand years by sealing himself away.
The reason was simple: he didn't want to degenerate into a Cursed Spirit.
"Mhm."
Uraume nodded, his voice even slightly choked up.
"Your subordinate has finally found you."
Uraume had joined forces with those Cursed Spirits.
His only thought was to ensure the complete resurrection of the great one in his heart.
"Lord Sukuna, seeing you safe and sound makes me happier than anything else..."
Uraume hugged the Cursed Tool box, which looked like it had endured the ravages of time, its surface pitch black.
It was covered in marks from slashes, chops, and stabs, yet none had managed to break through its defense.
Ryomen Sukuna immediately fixed his gaze on the large package Uraume was holding.
His previously weary eyes suddenly flashed with sharpness, becoming incredibly keen.
"This is..."
"My Lord, your Cursed Tools from back then are all inside."
Uraume said respectfully.
Ryomen Sukuna remained silent, because two of the Cursed Tools inside were calling out to him; this familiar feeling instantly transported him back a thousand years.
Back when Ryomen Sukuna used these two Cursed Tools to kill until blood flowed like rivers and pestles floated in the gore, suppressing the entire era single-handedly.
"Uraume, you have worked hard."
Ryomen Sukuna rarely offered thanks.
"Your subordinate is humbled."
Uraume received praise from Sukuna and trembled with excitement.
"This subordinate came here for one other matter besides delivering the weapons."
He knelt on one knee, raised his head, and spoke respectfully to the master he had served for nearly a hundred years.
"Lord Sukuna."
"That is: please allow me to die for you."
Uraume could tell that Ryomen Sukuna was not satisfied with his control over the current body, and the compatibility was especially poor, which was why even using the Reverse Cursed Technique couldn't quickly heal the wounds on his body.
But this was actually Yuji Itadori's doing, because he subconsciously knew that the one fighting Ryomen Sukuna, who currently occupied his body, was his teacher.
Therefore, sometimes he suppressed Sukuna's combat output. It should have been obvious that even after the Malevolent Shrine domain effect slashed Gojo Satoru so many times, it only left him covered in blood, like a man made of gore, yet still failed to kill him completely.
Ryomen Sukuna actually eats people.
Eating could greatly relieve the spiritual fatigue and physical damage suffered; it was practically a massive tonic.
And Ryomen Sukuna's chef back then was Uraume. These two guys ate the people of countless towns.
Uraume had always been adept at handling people, serving as Ryomen Sukuna's head chef.
And the so-called "offering of his life."
Referred to the final dish Uraume was making for Ryomen Sukuna this time: himself.
"I understand."
Ryomen Sukuna nodded, as if agreeing to something trivial.
Therefore, the scene of Ryomen Sukuna eating ravenously immediately appeared on the big screen.
The scene was utterly gruesome, with flesh and blood flying everywhere. Under the monster's biting force, bones were no different from brittle cartilage.
The most terrifying thing was that Uraume looked happy as he was being eaten.
This caused all the people who were watching the fight between Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna as a live broadcast—treating it like digital side dishes while eating dinner—to instantly feel nauseous.
"Blegh."
Isn't this too horrifying?
Why is a perfectly fine battle interrupted by a scene like this?
Guess what Kenmyo thought when he saw this scene?
Kenmyo even felt like crying; he wiped his moist eyes.
Because Kenmyo recalled the words his older sister had always told him.
"I heard that if you eat a person's pancreas after they die..."
"Then you can live inside the body of the person you love the most."
Others might only find it disgusting, but Kenmyo could understand.
"At least that guy felt happy before he died."
"But Gojo Satoru might be in trouble."
Kenmyo knew very well that with that fellow's consumption, Ryomen Sukuna's originally sluggish aura was instantly revitalized.
And it was the kind where he got more energetic the more he ate.
This guy's appetite was incredible; it felt like he could eat an entire cow.
Such a large object was quickly swallowed whole.
At the same time, Ryomen Sukuna's body began to undergo a transformation, and everyone suddenly felt a chill shoot straight from their hearts to their heads.
What kind of Cursed Energy was that?
Evil to the extreme, causing people to involuntarily feel fear.
The kind that could make a person's reason evaporate.
Two large lumps suddenly swelled up on Ryomen Sukuna's back, and his entire body was trembling irregularly.
Only two squelching sounds could be heard, followed by the sound of something tearing through flesh, and that guy's back actually sprouted two more arms.
Moreover, Ryomen Sukuna's face, which had previously still resembled Yuji Itadori's, now began to look quite hideous and terrifying.
All four sub-eyes were fully repaired, and where there was previously a gap, a particularly large, dark brown wooden board appeared, embedded in the flesh like a mask, expanding Ryomen Sukuna's cheek by a full half.
It looked like half of Ryomen Sukuna's face had grown larger, and his expression became even more ferocious beneath those narrower, malevolent eyes.
In fact, this was Ryomen Sukuna's appearance during his peak era; both the size of his arms and the size of his mouth were more than half larger than an ordinary person's.
Four-armed, four-eyed Ryomen Sukuna, the true King of Curses.
And most importantly, Uraume had searched for a thousand years and finally collected and returned his master's two weapons to him.
Ryomen Sukuna merely glanced at it, and two distinct slash marks appeared on the wooden box.
And just this simple leakage of aura revealed an explosion of Cursed Energy pouring out like a nuclear bomb.
"What the hell is that?"
Kenmyo could see two beams of straight black light shooting into the sky, even shattering his Curtain.
Just unsealing those two Cursed Tools generated such massive Cursed Energy?
"As expected, this feeling suits me best."
Ryomen Sukuna had four arms, and the lower two hands were each gripping a weapon.
In his left hand, he held something resembling a barbell with an X symbol on the surface and a short blade protruding from the bottom.
This thing was flashing with particularly dazzling lightning, giving off an intense sense of oppression.
The other weapon was shaped like a long spear, its blade, resembling the eye of a ferocious beast, shone with chilling light under the moonlight, and the shaft was also filled with a highly ominous Cursed Energy.
If it were Tengen, or Kenjaku if he were still alive, seeing these two weapons in Ryomen Sukuna's hands, they might tremble with fear.
The Cursed Tool flashing with lightning on its surface is Shinbu Kai, and the Cursed Tool resembling a long spear is named Hiten.
Perhaps the names of these two weapons aren't particularly remarkable in modern times, but a thousand years ago, during the golden age of Jujutsu, everyone who saw these two weapons felt their lives were at risk.
The Cursed Tool ability of Shinbu Kai is relatively normal, but Hiten is an extremely unreasonable Cursed Tool.
It is even considered the pinnacle of all offensive Cursed Tools.
Ryomen Sukuna used these two Cursed Tools to easily annihilate the elite troops dispatched by the most powerful clans of that time.
With these two Cursed Tools in hand, the current Ryomen Sukuna is unstoppable.
Ryomen Sukuna wiped his blood-stained lips, looked with sharp eyes at Gojo Satoru, who was still recovering his Kenjaku, and revealed a bloody and cruel smile.
"Damn Gojo Satoru, I'm going to eat you too."
He felt like his appetite had just been whetted and he wanted to eat more.