Lu Ping was not swayed by anger, but calmly observed the scene.
Since he took the initiative to show himself, he must have been confident in defeating the enemy.
A glance revealed that the twenty unfinished Artificial Shikigami bodies still seemed to retain a faint trace of life force, trapped in a "living dead" state.
If their fate is unknown, then they are dead.
Those who are dead cannot be brought back to life.
However, it may still contain residual "core components" of the Artificial Shikigami's Cursed Energy Core.
If the part can be broken or extracted without damaging the body, evidence and clues for modification may be obtained from it afterward.
As for now, there are other things to do.
The moment Lu Ping stepped out of the orchestra pit, he unleashed his full Cursed Energy.
The core advantages of the [Three Corpses Manipulation] are fully revealed at this moment.
The Azure Corpse lurked within the meridians, gulping down the sensory tension of the battle and the pervasive panic in the air, maintaining the host's sanity and continuously providing Cursed Energy.
The Blood Corpse then grinds down all these mixed negative emotions, transforming them into a pure source of Cursed Energy.
Following this, the White Corpse naturally used this surge of power to increase the upper limit of its body's capacity.
Under this endless cycle, his Cursed Energy not only does not decrease in battle, but is instead increasing at an unreasonable pace.
The first undead creature, the closest one, lunged at you, baring its fangs and claws, under the remote control of Miwa Seigen.
Lu Ping shifted his foot slightly, calmly dodging the stiff grasping trajectory.
His right fist flew out smoothly, landing precisely on the opponent's chest.
The density of the Cursed Energy wrapped around his fist was enough to pierce through a load-bearing wall, but he deliberately restrained the penetrating force.
Accompanied by a dull cracking sound.
It only shattered the Cursed Energy Core embedded in the body, without penetrating the riddled-with-holes body.
The living dead have no sense of pain, no fear, and no understanding of tactics; they are merely crude machines that follow orders.
As he shattered the foreign object in the other person's chest cavity, Lu Ping heard an extremely faint vibration.
That was the sound of a heartbeat.
The Three Corpses within the body keenly sensed that faint life force, like a candle flickering in the wind.
The core of this body was not implanted in the brain, but rather roughly shoved into the heart, and it has not yet been fully activated.
They might still be saved, but they've been forced into a deep state of suspended animation.
Since that's the case, there's no need for further probing and maneuvering.
Lu Ping clenched his fists, dark shadows gathering wildly at his fingertips, and instantly drew back the [Piercing Ox Horn Bow].
Two jet-black arrows took shape on the bowstring, their sharp points locked onto Mitarai Shizuru on the stage and Miwa Seigen, who was hiding in the VIP room on the second floor.
As a massive amount of Cursed Energy was poured in, the expressions of the two Grade 1 Curse User changed repeatedly.
"Damn it! Didn't the intelligence say this kid was only at most Semi-Grade 1? What are those useless people in the Jujutsu Headquarters doing?!" Miwa Seigen couldn't help but curse, "This exaggerated fluctuation of Cursed Energy is almost touching the threshold of Special Grade!"
He gritted his teeth and immediately spurred the three unfinished robots forward as if their lives depended on it.
Limited by the limits of his own Cursed Technique, he can only micro-manage a maximum of three Artificial Shikigami at a time.
For these defective products that have just completed their transformation, self-destruction close to the body is the most cost-effective use.
In the center of the stage, Mitarai Shizuru did not shout and yell like his companions.
He watched the unfolding events below the stage with a somber gaze, his fingers flying across the floor, his heart pounding.
What exactly did this kid go through to advance from Grade 2 to almost the peak level one mage in just a few days?
Layers of interwoven, overlapping transparent threads rapidly formed in front of him, transforming into an impenetrable shield that completely protected him.
As for the Miwa Seigen upstairs, and the Mermaid Curse Spirit released by the old man in black robes next to him, he didn't care about their lives at all.
We're just temporary allies, collaborators for now.
Mitarai Shizuru's [Binding Spirit Lock] is known for its ability to control the area, and now the entire opera house has become his domain.
If it weren't for the conspicuous dark red tent outside, he would have originally planned to silently kill this contemporary Ten Shadows here.
The surrounding shadows, like rivers flowing into the sea, continuously converged into the arrows.
The bowstring hummed intensely at his fingertips, like a roaring beast about to break free of its shackles.
Sensing that it was being targeted, the white mermaid perched on the stage turned slightly but did not launch an attack.
It is immersed in the pleasure of "eating".
The monster wasn't in a hurry to tear apart the flesh; instead, it was greedily sucking at the pure fear emanating from the little boy in its arms.
The baby-like shrill cries abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling, eerie "caw caw" laugh.
It wriggled its massive body and unhesitatingly lifted Midou Taki, who was wearing blue overalls, in front of it to act as a human shield.
Just at the moment the bowstring was stretched to its limit.
Lu Ping flicked his wrist, changing the trajectory of his attack.
Two Shadow Arrow formed from Cursed Energy were pointed at the theater's dome and the tightly closed doors, respectively.
"Oh no! He's trying to break through the barrier and send coordinates to the reinforcements from the Jujutsu High!" Mitarai Shizuru instantly realized the other party's intention and immediately shouted a warning.
Miwa Seigen's expression changed drastically, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.
Such a commotion in Akihabara is bound to attract the attention of the official intelligence agency, "Window."
Once the barrier is breached and the coordinates are exposed, even if there is no response now, a well-organized punitive force will definitely arrive within half an hour.
At that time, those few scattered soldiers would be no match for the encirclement and suppression by the Jujutsu High.
He frantically tried to mobilize the undead to block the gun barrels with their own flesh and blood, but it was too late.
The violent shockwave overturned all the Artificial Shikigami that rushed forward.
A thick, black beam of light, like a shooting star flying in reverse, instantly pierced through the dome of the entire building, carrying an overwhelming force as it hurtled straight toward the dark red canopy in the Sky Manipulation!
At the same time, another jet-black beam of light smashed straight through the heavy, carved wooden door.
A violent shockwave swept out along the ground, sending the broken seats and the remaining unfinished Artificial Shikigami along with them out of this deadly killing formation.
Mitarai Shizuru.
He interlaced his fingers and yanked them sharply, sending countless threads shooting out from his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, they wove into a new net, forcibly filling the terrifying gap in the door and trapping his prey in a cage once more.
However, just as the theater dome was completely lifted, and the shadow arrow carrying a massive amount of Cursed Energy was about to soar into the sky and unleash its signal, a slender figure quietly appeared high above.
The powerful source of Cursed Energy that had previously remained stationary outside the building, appearing only in Lu Ping's Cursed Energy, now materialized.
The gaunt old man in the black robe stood on the back of a Birdman Curse Spirit with outstretched wings, hovering in the sky and looking down at the scenery below.
He clapped his withered hands lightly in front of his chest.
As the Cursed Technique was activated, an ancient-style Japanese sliding door appeared out of thin air without warning.
The old man spread his arms to the sides, and the wooden, Japanese-style door suddenly swung open in response to his gestures.
The shadowy arrow, powerful enough to pierce through thick clouds, along with the violent Cursed Energy attached to it, vanished the moment it entered the doorway, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Without causing the slightest ripple, it was silently swallowed up by that deep, pitch-black darkness.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the old man in black robes clasped his hands together again, slowly closing the door.
He lowered his head, his gaze piercing through the hole in the theater's dome, and slowly began to speak.
"What are you expecting, this generation's Ten Shadows Sorcerer?"