"Shame. It still wasn't perfect."
"I didn't complete the final transformation."
"But I'd say this is enough!"
Sukuna took stock of his new state and burst into harsh laughter.
How could he possibly keep from laughing now?
He felt like a god.
A god among Jujutsu Sorcerers!
The pinnacle of all ages, past, present, and future.
The highest peak among all Jujutsu Sorcerers!
Even compared with the Mythic Era, Sukuna believed he was now the strongest.
That was the confidence his sheer power gave him!
Compared with what he wielded now, his former strength was a joke.
The strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in history?
Even the King of Curses at his peak a thousand years ago couldn't hold a candle to the Mythic-Era Sukuna of today.
They weren't even in the same league.
How could Sukuna not be thrilled? How could he not laugh?
But his laughter soon stopped, and his gaze settled on Ronova.
His lips curled, his expression turning vicious.
"Death Curse Spirit, come on! Fight me with everything you've got!"
"Show me the limits of a Mythic-Era Cursed Spirit!"
With that, perhaps to test his power or perhaps to challenge Ronova, Sukuna casually launched a Dismantle at her.
A Dismantle thrown out so casually could not threaten Ronova.
The city behind her was less fortunate.
In an instant, a bottomless-looking chasm stretched beyond sight behind Ronova.
The whole of Tokyo Metropolis was split open.
A rift tens of thousands of meters wide, impossibly deep and seemingly endless, scarred the earth.
Magma could even be seen splashing within it.
A single casual Dismantle had shaken Tokyo's tectonic plate.
That was the scale of Sukuna's power now!
Absolute, overwhelming power!
Power more terrifying than a natural disaster—nothing short of apocalyptic!
This was the god among Jujutsu Sorcerers that Kenjaku had