Everyone present's expression changed.
The cursed energy pressed against their chests until they felt stifled, even catching their breath for half a beat. Was this the legendary King of Curses?!
Qingxiao and Satoru Gojo stepped forward at the same time.
Two surges of cursed energy erupted from them simultaneously, like two pillars of light rising from the ground, holding back the black tsunami crashing down.
The three surges of cursed energy collided in midair. The air shuddered violently, and a visible ripple spread outward, sending everyone's clothes flapping.
The screen in Jujutsu High's operations room jolted. Mei Mei's fingertips tightened, and she held her breath.
Satoru Gojo turned his head and leaned close to Qingxiao's ear, his voice very low and carrying a rare note of gravity:
"Just like that time in Shibuya. Try not to kill Megumi."
"Got it."
Qingxiao nodded, but his eyes never left the figure on the rooftop.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
Ryu Ishigori stood at the very front. A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple, but he clenched his teeth even harder.
The sheer terror did not make him retreat. Instead, it fully ignited the thirst for battle in his blood.
"This is way too sweet!"
Before he finished speaking, Ryu Ishigori abruptly tensed the back of his neck. His signature pompadour suddenly tightened, every strand of hair pointing toward the rooftop like a tempered gun barrel.
He drove his Innate Cursed Technique, Cursed Energy Discharge, at full power. A brilliant white beam with a slushy texture blasted from the tips of his hair, heading straight for Sukuna's face.
Almost the instant the beam fired, Satoru Gojo silently vanished from where he stood.
Yet Sukuna, on the rooftop, did not notice at all.
All his attention was fixed on the slushy shock wave rushing