The tenth layer of slashes.
The slash bored a full foot inward, pressing a small dent into the three-colored barrier.
Sukuna's four hands began to tremble slightly, and cursed energy surged out.
Qingxiao distinctly felt the pressure rise a notch and contracted his domain to thirty meters.
The density of its rules doubled, and its dissolving power struck the slash with greater concentration.
The twentieth layer.
The slash forced its way five feet inward against the three-colored rules, and the dent in the domain's wall grew increasingly pronounced.
More and more blood seeped from the corners of Sukuna's mouth. The edges of his vision began to blur, and Mahoraga's Dharma Wheel spun faster and faster, making faint clicking sounds.
Qingxiao contracted his domain to ten meters, its lines almost obscuring his figure.
The eightieth layer.
The sound of the slash hammering against the domain's wall now resembled a heavy hammer striking an anvil.
Sukuna formed seals with all four hands at once, cursed energy pouring into his palms like floodwater through an open sluice.
Blood spilled from the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and the corners of his mouth all at once, dripping down his chin.
His consciousness had begun to scatter, and he acted entirely on instinct. Qingxiao felt the pressure surge sharply, and the three-colored lines shook violently.
Qingxiao drew his domain tighter, until it lay barely half a foot from his body, its cursed energy compressed almost into solid substance.
He could feel that critical point. It was right before him.
The hundredth layer.
Sukuna raised all four hands above his head at once.
Mahoraga's Dharma Wheel abruptly locked at its limit, letting out a shrill screech as though it were about to shatter.
Vast quantities of cursed energy collapsed frantically toward his palms. Dark red