"You really are despicable, Kenjaku!"
Gojo Satoru sneered without restraint.
"Can't be helped. If I wanted to keep you within four meters of the Prison Realm for one full minute, there was simply no way to do it otherwise!"
Kenjaku shrugged. "But I'm curious—at the moment you saw Gojo Sawa's head, just how long did your memories replay in your mind?"
Gojo Satoru suddenly stuck out his tongue. "Not telling you!"
"Tch! What a childish temper... Hm?"
Kenjaku's expression abruptly changed. The Prison Realm was trembling violently, while immense cursed energy blazed around Gojo Satoru like flames!
Kenjaku recoiled in horror. "Th-This is impossible?"
The Prison Realm had been formed from the body of the monk Genshin after his death. Not only could its sealed target not move, but their cursed energy would also be locked away.
Yet Gojo Satoru could still use cursed energy?
Gojo Satoru raised his head with a savage grin. "Is this the grand gift you prepared for me, Kenjaku? You want to seal me with this lousy box?"
BOOM!!!
Surging cursed energy crashed forth like a raging gale, whipping Kenjaku's hair wildly through the air. The Prison Realm itself teetered on the verge of collapse!
"Damn it!"
Kenjaku shouted in panic, "Come help me suppress him!"
As he spoke, he slammed both hands down on Gojo Satoru, who was trying to rise. His own violent cursed energy pressed down hard against him.
The heavily injured Three Disaster Curses staggered to their feet. At the sight, they scrambled forward as though they had seen a ghost, rushing to help.
They had barely managed to trap Gojo Satoru after losing half their lives. If he broke free now, they would be finished!
The three rushed forward, pouring in cursed energy without regard for anything else as they