As his words fell, he surged forward, intending to finish the fight while his opponent was suffering cursed technique burnout.
Qingxiao pushed off the ground and rushed toward the battlefield. He abandoned his Domain Expansion, an uneasy feeling enveloping his heart and driving him to attack.
Before the thought had even settled, a sudden change erupted at the center of the battlefield.
"Crack."
It was the sharp sound of bones forcing their way apart.
First came a single sound from deep within his chest, as dull as stone grinding over bone.
Then came a dense barrage of popping joints. His shoulders, spine, hips, and limbs cracked open one after another, like a mechanism rusted shut for a thousand years being forcibly pried apart.
Sukuna's hunched figure abruptly swelled.
His once well-fitting black robes were instantly torn to pieces, strips of cloth shooting in every direction.
Knotted muscles bulged wildly along his bones. Cursed marks crawled out beneath his skin, winding across his entire body like raised veins.
From his crown to his brow, from his neck to his pectorals, then along his shoulders all the way to his wrists and fingertips.
He tipped his head back, the skin of his face pulling apart to either side.
Four eyes opened in succession.
Four crimson pupils locked onto the charging Satoru Gojo, cold, vicious, and utterly devoid of humanity.
The scars on the left half of his face curled outward, exposing the twisted muscle tissue beneath and extending all the way to his hairline, as though half a human face and half a cursed spirit's face had been forcibly stitched together.
His hair swept back into a sharp, slicked-back style, exposing his full forehead. A cursed mark flashed between his brows and vanished.
It was not just his face.
With a crack,