With a thunderous crash, the barrier around the entire mansion shattered, and more than half the building collapsed into rubble.
As the dust slowly cleared, a boy's casual, cheerful voice rang out through it.
"We're here to rescue you, Utahime."
Satoru Gojo crouched in front of Utahime Iori and asked with a grin, "Were you crying, Utahime?"
Utahime Iori glared at the teasing Satoru Gojo. "I wasn't crying! Show some respect!"
No sooner had she spoken than the ground shook violently, and a massive shadow suddenly surged out from deep within the collapsed ruins behind her.
The gigantic Cursed Spirit that had been hiding in the deepest part of the spliced corridors rose from the ground, its enormous body grotesque.
A blast of wind hit Utahime Iori in the face. Her entire body stiffened, and her pupils contracted sharply.
An intensely muffled boom erupted. Shock waves swept outward from Qingxiao's fist, throwing all the surrounding rubble into the air.
Under the crushing force of the kinetic energy, the Cursed Spirit's flesh tore apart inch by inch like flimsy paper. Before its enormous body could even let out a full roar, that single punch blasted it apart.
Suguru Geto withdrew the Cursed Spirit that was about to burst from the ground back into the shadows. "Looks like I didn't get a chance to do anything at all."
Then he looked at Satoru Gojo and said, "Satoru, you shouldn't bully the weak."
"What kind of idiot would bully the strong?"
"Utahime, are you all right? We hadn't heard from you for two days. I was really worried." At that familiar, gentle voice, Utahime Iori, brimming with grievances, instantly lost her composure. She hurried forward and threw herself into Shoko's arms. "Shoko, you can't turn out like those two."
Shoko let Utahime Iori