Deep within the subway station, Kenjaku's expression was anything but relaxed.
He could feel every disturbance happening outside with perfect clarity.
Terrifying tremors, explosions, screams...
Even this old monster who had lived for a thousand years found it somewhat unsettling.
"What exactly is happening outside?"
"What are those guys doing?"
"What's with these violent tremors?"
Aside from the first massive quake he had mistaken for an earthquake, several more distinct tremors had followed.
"Was that Jogo?"
Kenjaku guessed doubtfully, but in his view, Jogo did not seem capable of causing such continuous tremors.
Which meant someone else was responsible for them.
And at that thought, Lin Mu's face involuntarily surfaced in Kenjaku's mind.
"Impossible. My fused cursed spirit shouldn't have been unable to handle him."
But once the suspicion arose, it lingered in Kenjaku's mind, impossible to shake off.
After all, other than Lin Mu, no one else could cause such violent tremors.
Jogo was not strong enough. Sukuna primarily used slashes; though immensely powerful, they could not produce tremors of this magnitude.
Hanami, Mahito, Dagon, and the others were not even within Kenjaku's range of consideration.
Therefore, Lin Mu was the only likely candidate.
"Damn it!"
Kenjaku's expression darkened. He had waited here for the Prison Realm to adapt to Satoru Gojo for quite some time.
Yet even now, the Prison Realm showed no signs of movement.
It simply lay quietly on the ground, the eyes on its surface continuously weeping tears.
If there had to be any change, it was that fewer tears were seeping out.
Once it stopped crying, Satoru Gojo should be completely sealed.
"Something seems to be going wrong?"
Kenjaku always felt that, apart from himself, another giant hand was manipulating the course of this battle from the shadows.
He felt that some things had