Qingxiao stepped back twice, making room:
"All right, you take over."
That worked too. Letting Satoru Gojo handle it would broaden Itadori's horizons and save me the effort.
The grip on his wrist loosened, and Jogo jerked back two steps, shocked and furious.
The most terrifying thing was his opponent's speed. He had failed to track his movements the entire time.
Was it Heavenly Restriction? If so, I stood no chance in a head-on physical fight.
After being looked down on by two humans in succession and having his domain casually interrupted, a surge of humiliation rushed to his head.
He had only intended to test their strength and retreat immediately if things looked bad, but now the fight had reached this point.
His technique had been interrupted to his face, and he had been treated as teaching material. In his hundred years of life, when had he ever suffered such indignity?
Even if he knew his chances were slim, even if he ultimately had to flee in disgrace, he still had to unleash his domain!
Did they really think a Special Grade Cursed Spirit was a pushover they could toy with?
Jogo clenched his teeth. Cursed Energy erupted around him as he pressed his palms together again and roared:
"Domain Expansion-Coffin of the Iron Mountain!"
In an instant, everything went dark.
Scalding lava surged from the ground, black iron walls rose around them, and the air's temperature instantly soared to a terrifying level. The entire space became a burning inferno.
The lava bubbled and churned, as though it would swallow all three of them whole the next second.
"Not even your ashes will remain!"
Itadori stared, dumbfounded, and instinctively took half a step back.
"This is Domain Expansion." Satoru Gojo stood without moving an inch, explaining to Itadori in