The battlefield was strewn with wreckage.
"Jogo, as a cursed spirit yourself, don't you have anything to say about Yuji Itadori declaring that he'll exorcise cursed spirits?"
Looking at the worthless bully beside him, Mahito felt a sense of dread and seized the chance to try to bring Jogo to his senses.
But Jogo remained cold-faced and unmoved.
You're exorcising cursed spirits. What does that have to do with me, Jogo?
"Don't lump me in with inferior trash like cursed spirits."
"I'll kill you!"
Jogo activated his cursed technique, and cursed energy instantly shaped the ground on either side of Mahito into two protruding hill-shaped volcano heads.
Boom!
Eerie green flames erupted, carrying a strange chill as they surged toward Mahito in the middle.
Mahito activated Idle Transfiguration, rapidly reshaping his feet into animal limbs with tremendous springing power.
Powerful muscles piled together, hard as iron, and their explosive strength launched Mahito away.
"What is this chill?!"
Mahito dodged the attack and turned to look at where he had been standing.
A black sedan with shattered windows was sealed inside a massive block of ice, yet eerie green flames still burned within it.
Why can flames exist at such low temperatures?
No one answered Mahito's silent question. Yuji Itadori was already charging toward him at full speed.
His formidable physique and single-digit body fat percentage made his physical strength downright absurd.
Keeping his left hand in front of his chest to guard against Mahito's attacks, he clenched his right fist and drove a straight punch toward Mahito's head with a whistle of air.
Mahito's face twisted with madness and desperation. He had already figured out Yuji Itadori's true nature.
He flicked a thumb-sized miniature transfigured human toward Yuji Itadori, its hollow mouth releasing miserable screams and pleas.
"Save me!"
Yuji