Facing Yoru's cold moon-like sword intent that seemed capable of severing anything, the remaining three Special Grade Cursed Spirits finally felt the fear of death.
The immortal legion they were so proud of had been completely shredded.
Gravity was cut.
Space was torn.
Even the seemingly endless proliferation of curses was forcibly suppressed at this moment by that even more overbearing and unreasonable torrent of slashes.
No escape!
There was simply no way out!
The human youth holding the blade was like an emotionless reaping machine; every swing of his sword took away a vast swathe of cursed life.
If they didn't risk everything, they would all die here today!
"Hum—!"
The space cursed spirit in the center let out a piercing shriek.
Half of its body had already been sliced away by the moon blades, and the eerie lunar cursed energy clinging to the wounds was preventing its regeneration.
It couldn't go on like this!
Although the three Special Grade Cursed Spirits lacked high intelligence, their survival instincts allowed them to instantly reach a consensus.
Rumble!
The entire Sea of Ten Thousand Cursed Corpses domain began to tremble violently.
The meat walls that originally covered the surroundings began to wriggle frantically, finally starting to collapse inward.
They were going to sacrifice the entire domain!
They would compress all the cursed energy, all the rules within this space, and even their own vitality into one final strike!
Terrifying fluctuations of cursed energy converged at the center of the ruins, forming a pitch-black energy sphere.
The space around that energy sphere even began to collapse because it couldn't withstand the pressure, revealing a black void.
This was a destructive blow sufficient to level an entire nuclear power plant!
It was also the final madness of the three Special Grade Cursed Spirits!
"Do you want to take me down with you?"
Faced with this world-ending scene, Yoru's expression remained so calm it was heart-chilling.
He slowly raised Shiranui.
Within his pupils, which reflected the phantom image of the Six Eyes, there was only endless indifference.
In this domain shrouded by moonlight, he was the absolute God!
"Then I'll show you."
"What true... despair looks like."
Yoru whispered softly.
In the next instant, the blade in his hand suddenly swung out.
This strike seemed slow, yet it felt as if it had transcended the passage of time.
Following the movement of the blade's edge, countless massive crescent-shaped wind blades appeared out of thin air.
They were no longer the small wind blades from before; each one was a giant crescent tens of meters long!
These crescents intersected and overlapped, finally transforming into a moonlit storm that blotted out the sky.
"Moon Breathing, Fourteenth Form: Catastrophe - Tenman Sengetsu."
BOOM!!!
In that moment, it felt as if only this beautiful yet lethal moonlight remained in the world.
Countless massive crescent moon blades descended like a natural disaster, carrying a momentum that destroyed everything as they slammed into the pitch-black energy sphere and the three desperate Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
There was no stalemate, no resistance—only a one-sided crushing and slaughter.
Squelch squelch squelch—!
The sound of dense cutting echoed through the sky.
The energy sphere, which concentrated the power of three domains, was forcibly shredded and dismantled by the countless moon blades the moment it touched Tenman Sengetsu, finally dissipating into a sky full of light specks.
Next were the three Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
Their bodies appeared so minuscule within the moonlit storm.
Hard carapaces, regenerating flesh, twisted cursed energy...
Everything turned to nothingness within these unending slashes.
Even their souls were completely ground to pieces by this overbearingly dominant lunar power!
This was the ultimate secret technique of Moon Breathing!
Whether it was defense, regeneration, or a domain, everything was meaningless before this blind-spot-free torrent of slashes!
Rumble—!
With a final thunderous sound, the domain barrier enveloping the nuclear power plant completely collapsed.
Long-lost moonlight spilled onto the ruins.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
The once hideous and terrifying Sea of Ten Thousand Cursed Corpses had vanished.
Only the messy ruins remained, along with the youth standing in the center of the debris, holding a long sword.
Yoru slowly sheathed his blade.
His breathing was slightly hurried, and a layer of fine sweat had broken out on his forehead.
Forcing the Moon Breathing high-tier secret techniques at a 30% Synchronization Rate still put a significant strain on his current body.
But he didn't fall.
Instead, he stood even taller.
He looked at the filthy land beneath his feet.
Although the Special Grade Cursed Spirits had been eliminated, the residual nuclear radiation and the dense cursed dregs within the power plant continued to erode the surrounding environment.
If left unhandled, new cursed spirits would soon be born here, and it might even become a wasteland.
"Since I'm here, I might as well clean it up."
Yoru took a deep breath.
The originally cold lunar aura vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of heat as intense as the scorching sun.
His chest rose and fell violently, his heart thumping like a war drum.
Breathing Style conversion.
Sun Breathing!
"Total Concentration: Sun Breathing, Third Form."
Although he couldn't yet perform the perfect Thirteenth Form, he could borrow the intent belonging to the sun.
It was the light that purified all filth and illuminated the darkness of the world.
Yoru thrust Shiranui into the ground, gripping the hilt with both hands as he poured all the remaining solar cursed energy within his body into the earth without reservation.
"Burning Sun: Purifying Flames!"
BOOM!
With Shiranui as the center, gold-red flames bloomed like a lotus.
But these flames weren't scorching; instead, they carried a heart-warming power.
The wave of fire swept in all directions, and everywhere it passed, the pitch-black residual dregs and invisible radioactive dust...
...all made a sizzling sound under this supreme yang power before dissipating into blue smoke.
The once eerie and terrifying ruins of the nuclear power plant became sacred and solemn at this moment.
A moment later.
The flames subsided.
The entire power plant seemed to have been thoroughly baptized; the air no longer held that nauseating smell of blood and radiation.
Even the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed, revealing a bright starry night.
Yoru bent down and picked up three faintly glowing cursed object cores from the ground.
They were the final traces left by the three mutated Special Grade Cursed Spirits and his trophies for this mission.
He casually stuffed them into his pocket and slowly looked up.
His gaze seemed to penetrate layers of space, looking toward the distant Tokyo, toward those Rotten Oranges hiding in dark corners.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a bone-chilling cold smile.
"Prey cleared."
"Next."
"It's the hunter's turn."
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