Qingxiao finished off the last Transfigured Human in his barrier and walked out of the subway station with steady steps, carrying several heads strung together on a steel cable.
"Map cleared! Extracting with a million!"
He looked toward the barrier where Satoru Gojo was, wondering how the fight inside was going.
Without much hesitation, Qingxiao ran toward Satoru Gojo's barrier.
The instant he stepped inside, a shock wave from two clashing domains slammed toward him.
Satoru Gojo stood in the center of the battlefield. The white light of Unlimited Void spread like a tide, endless information about Cursed Techniques churning within its dazzling particles.
The Kenjaku clone opposite him refused to give an inch, its domain, "Womb Burial Across the Wilds," seeping into every inch of the surrounding space like inky water.
Dark cursed energy and white light locked together, the two domains devouring and crushing against each other.
Qingxiao came to a steady halt at the edge of the battlefield and raised an eyebrow.
There were no soul fluctuations. It was purely an empty shell built from cursed energy and layers upon layers of binding vows.
"Not bad at all."
Qingxiao clicked his tongue inwardly, genuinely a little surprised.
He had thought the clones Kenjaku made were all just for show and wouldn't last three exchanges. He hadn't expected one to hold its own against Satoru Gojo this long.
It had even deployed a complete, barrierless domain.
You must've taken out quite a loan for this, sir.
That old bastard Kenjaku really spared no expense. He probably pawned his underwear just to hold Satoru Gojo back.
He folded his arms and stood there, in no hurry to intervene.
For one thing, Satoru Gojo still had plenty of room to spare and had barely broken a sweat. He didn't need