Satoru Gojo planted his foot on Jogo's head, a teasing smile on his face. "Volcano head, if you don't answer my question soon, you're going to die!"
"Say whatever you want! I don't have to be the one who succeeds..." Jogo had nothing left but his head, but he was still defiant. "I don't have to be the one laughing in the wilderness a hundred years from now! We are the new humans!"
Satoru Gojo's gaze turned cold. The cursed spirit beneath his foot had a powerful sense of racial identity. He absolutely could not let it live.
"Take those pathetic ideas of yours... straight to hell."
Satoru Gojo stomped down hard, bursting Jogo's head beneath his foot. Not a drop of purple blood even touched his trouser leg.
At the edge of the cliff, Hanami looked stunned. She had just been about to rescue Jogo when Suguru Geto suddenly appeared in front of her and blocked her path!
"Hanami, retreat. Now."
A voice suddenly sounded in Hanami's mind. "Leader?"
"Jogo's physical body is already dead. There's no point in you staying here anymore. Leave."
"But..."
"Go!" There was no discernible emotion in the voice, yet it made Hanami shudder. "Are you refusing to listen to me?"
Hanami gave Suguru Geto a long look, then activated her cursed technique. A pure white flower bloomed in her hand, and a sea of flowers sprang up in an instant. Even Satoru Gojo in the distance was affected.
"This cursed spirit..." Suguru Geto's gaze grew grave as he assumed a fighting stance. The cursed spirits he had absorbed stirred behind him.
But a moment later, he briefly fell into a daze. This was one of the effects of Hanami's cursed technique: weakening a person's will to fight.
Instead of fighting him, however, Hanami