Revive, Satoru Gojo!

The aura of All the World's Evil was like a rich wine fragrance seeping into the world. For these dead spirits who had lost their lives, there was nothing more wondrous in the world.

Proud as Uchiha Madara and unruly as White Face, their expressions changed as they involuntarily looked toward Bai Cangshu, who sat in the abandoned building in a state more bedraggled than ever before.

The master of the Throne of the Heart was absolutely not in good condition at this moment. Some of the cursed spirits even instinctively began to emit cursed energy, letting out low cries.

Perhaps—just perhaps—if so many powerful dead spirits rushed him all at once, would they have a chance to seize control of that body...

If they could control that body, wouldn't they have as many chances at resurrection as they wanted?!

The darker the emotions, the more they stimulated the growth of cursed energy. The more unbearable the torment, the more it stimulated the emergence of resentment.

Bai Cangshu breathed heavily. He felt that the pure malice radiating from these dead spirits was like ice cream on a summer day, greatly easing the agony and torment of millions of people in New York.

He even truly smiled, mockingly thinking to himself whether he really was the heartless beast those people spoke of, to relish such emotions so much.

With malicious amusement, Bai Cangshu raised his hand and waved the Black Mud dripping from his fingertips before each of his "generals."

Artoria stood at Bai Cangshu's right, leaning on her sword. She had already been resurrected, and she had become increasingly convinced that Bai Cangshu's cruelty and resolve were necessities on her path to becoming a tyrant. Thus, she remained unmoved, merely scrutinizing the attitudes of the other spirits with dignity;

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