Madara increased his Cursed Energy output.
The red sea of fire that had been locked in a stalemate with the icefall surged in an instant, as though boiling oil had been poured onto it!
The flames' temperature rose sharply, their color shifting from crimson to blazing white. Wherever they passed, even the air began to warp.
Under that terrifying heat, Uraume's icefall melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What!?"
Uraume's pupils contracted violently, disbelief spreading across his face.
He could not believe it.
He could not believe that among modern Jujutsu Sorcerers, someone could overwhelm him head-on through the sheer power of a "Cursed Technique."
Uraume's "Ice Formation" was a technique passed down for a thousand years. Through countless refinements and improvements, it had long since reached the pinnacle.
Combined with his thousand years of accumulated combat experience-
By all rights, he should not lose to anyone in a pure "clash of Cursed Techniques."
Except Lord Sukuna.
Except that king who stood at the pinnacle of all curses.
Yet this black-haired boy before him, this "modern Jujutsu Sorcerer" who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen, had used flames.
With sheer Cursed Energy output, he had crushed Uraume's icefall.
"Strong" was no longer enough to describe this.
This was... a monster.
Uraume gritted his teeth. Facing the blazing white sea of fire sweeping toward him from every direction, he abandoned any thought of continuing to trade attacks.
Defend.
I have to defend.
Uraume pressed his palms together before his chest, pouring out his Cursed Energy without reserve.
Centered on him, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless ice walls more than half a meter thick, layered one over another to enclose his entire body.
The walls multiplied and thickened until they formed an enormous sphere