Kenjaku frowned deeply when he saw it dealt with so quickly.
"A special grade cursed tool?"
"That's right. My exclusive cursed tool, the Eternal Night Raven Coffin."
"Eternal Night Raven Coffin."
Kenjaku repeated the name.
His mind raced.
Special grade cursed tools-very few still existed in Jujutsu Society, and each had a unique, irreplaceable cursed technique embedded in it.
And in those few seconds, he had seen the Eternal Night Raven Coffin's abilities: enhancement within the mist, sensory interference, cursed energy corrosion, and increased speed. It was a complete, self-contained combat domain.
A cursed tool of this caliber was not something an ordinary person could create.
Much less something Mei Mei could have made herself.
"Could it be him again...?"
A face flashed through Kenjaku's mind.
Long silver-white hair, purple eyes, a black robe.
Wangchuan.
"That man."
At that moment, Kenjaku raised his hand.
"I told you, you alone are worth a thousand ordinary people."
"So."
He turned his palm over and pressed it against the ground.
"These aren't all I brought."
A surge of cursed energy burst from his palm and spread outward, and the ground shook more and more violently.
Mei Mei's pupils contracted.
At the end of the street, around the mall, behind the shattered glass facades, dense black shadows emerged.
Grade 1 cursed spirits. Ten, a hundred... a thousand.
The street was engulfed.
The walls were engulfed.
Even the sky was blotted out.
A tide of cursed spirits surged in from every direction, as though all the curses in the entire city had awakened at that moment, packed tightly together, layer upon layer, with no end in sight.
"So many!"
Mei Mei's fingers slowly tightened around her axe handle.
She turned her head and glanced at Ui Ui behind her.
Ui Ui stood ten paces away,