Thunder Cleared the Field!

"No... That's impossible!!"

At the center of the ruins, Kenjaku lay sprawled among broken stone and dirt.

His eyes, formed from Suguru Geto's own, were stretched wide.

The ring of black stitches across his forehead

twitched and split uncontrollably with fear.

Cold sweat poured down his cheeks and neck.

Large drops soaked the ground.

He had a strong feeling he was about to die.

He had lived for over a thousand years.

He had plotted countless schemes to overturn the world.

But never had he seen someone crush the Prison Realm with a single look.

Not once.

That was divine might from the Heavenly Dao, far beyond anything in Jujutsu Society.

"I... I cannot die here!!"

Kenjaku screamed in terror within his mind.

His soul trembled.

"Cursed Spirit Manipulation: Burn Everything!!"

Kenjaku gritted his teeth, his face contorted. He was ready to pay any price.

Every last trace of Cursed Energy accumulated within Suguru Geto's body over countless years—

he ignited it all in a single instant.

Billowing black radiance swallowed him whole.

"Space, tear open for me!"

Roaring, he swept his hands wildly and forced a black rift open in the air before him.

He tried to drag his battered body into the depths of an unknown dimension

and escape this terrifying battlefield of divine might.

But then—

CRACK!!!

The instant Kenjaku touched the black rift,

a dull collision rang out

through the vast, empty fifth underground level.

It was as though he had slammed into the oldest barrier of divine metal in the universe.

BANG.

An invisible but overwhelmingly powerful spatial backlash

hurled him straight back into the rubble and dirt.

The terrifying Spatial Law shattered both his arms inch by inch on impact.

"No... Space has been sealed shut!!"

"Why can't I use my spatial