Qingxiao drew back his fist.
His entire presence shifted from a raging thunderstorm to an utterly still, icy pool.
Even the dust roiling across the sky sank with his aura.
Mahoraga shook his massive head, the four winglike structures on it trembling uneasily.
Qingxiao closed his eyes, inhaled, and steadied his breathing.
The heat in his chest slowly subsided, and his heartbeat settled.
All the cursed energy he had snowballed just now began turning inward instead of radiating outward, flowing along his arms and gathering in his palms like rivers returning to the sea.
His mind raced.
I can't wait. I have to get to Itadori right now.
But I absolutely can't just leave Mahoraga here.
The ultimate shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique-the Dharma Wheel had already finished analyzing Black Flash. If he let Mahoraga recover and turn toward the main battlefield, he would become a grave threat.
An attack from both front and rear would only make things more troublesome.
I have to kill him fast.
Then I'll open my domain!
Qingxiao slowly brought his hands together before his chest, holding his left palm upright as he slowly raised his right fist above his head.
His presence sank little by little, like a pool of stagnant water slowly spreading across the battlefield.
"Chenghuang."
Mahoraga's massive body jolted violently.
He did not understand what the name meant. He merely sensed danger by instinct.
"Raise Blue."
Gray spread from beneath Qingxiao's feet.
The ground, the ruins, the rubble around Mahoraga's feet-all of it seemed to be swallowed inch by inch by something invisible.
The dissolution began at the outermost layer. Even the dust turned into finer ash in midair.
Mahoraga let out a hoarse roar.
The ground beneath his feet was disappearing, soft as quicksand underfoot. The positive cursed energy