A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

"If you really want to help, it should be me." At this moment, Zenin Maki suddenly interrupted.

She looked at Yuta Otsutsukoshi and Kinji Kyō with a firm gaze and said, "Don't forget what our respective tasks are. If you lose, Yuta, do you know how many insurances we will lose?"

"How ridiculous!" Lu Ziyunyi's voice echoed in the empty battlefield like thunder, his eyes flashed with sharp light, scanning the figures around him who were eager to try.

Seeing that everyone wanted to fight before him, he felt unhappy.

At this moment, they were in a ruin eroded by war.

Thick smoke and dust filled the air, and broken bricks and rubble were scattered all over the ground, as if telling the fierceness of the battle.

In the sky, the dark clouds were hanging low, as if they could be pressed down at any time, adding a sense of depression to the ruins.

"As long as we beat Sukuna here, we don't need any insurance, right? We should give it a try." Xuanhao's voice broke the silence. He agreed with Yuta Otsutsukota's idea and looked at Yuta Otsutsukota firmly, "Senior Otsutsukota, go and fight. The teacher needs you, doesn't he?"

Yuta Otsutsukota nodded slightly and was about to step forward, but was pulled by Kusakabe.

"Wait, wait, why don't you understand the situation?" Kusakabe covered his face, looking like he was disappointed with his son, "Help me, bastards."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Kusakabe.

He sighed and pointed at Mingming beside him, "You, explain it to them."

Mingming nodded and said solemnly: "As for Gojo, he only needs to defeat Sukuna, because if we attack together, we may be able to defeat Sukuna. However, Sukuna is different. Even if he defeats Gojo, he will immediately fight us and has no chance to breathe."

Her words made everyone fall into deep thought.

Kiyoshi Kinji continued: "So he must have kept some tricks. If we interfere with their fight, he may use his trump card."

Otsutsukoshi Yuta frowned when he heard this, "You mean don't rashly provoke him?"

"That's right." Kusakabe nodded slightly, "Don't forget that the monster named Rimei is also there. Since Sukuna can't use all his strength without reservation, let Gojo, who is not restrained, attack with full firepower. This is the tactic with the highest winning rate at the moment."

Everyone nodded in agreement. However, Lu Ziyunyi sneered and said disdainfully: "Are all magicians like you now? It's not the reason you said."

His voice echoed on the battlefield again, and everyone looked at him.

Lu Ziyunyi took a deep breath and said solemnly: "This is Gojo Satoru's battle. No matter what the situation is, no one else is allowed to interfere." His words revealed an unquestionable majesty, which made everyone put away their frivolity.

They understood that this battle was not just a contest between Gojo Satoru and Sukuna, but also concerned the honor and dignity of the entire magician world. In this ruin eroded by war, everyone's mood became extremely heavy.

They silently waited for the start of the battle, hoping that Gojo Satoru could defeat Sukuna and bring light and hope to the magician world.

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Gojo Satoru looked at the behemoth in front of him, which was formed by the fusion of countless shikigami, and couldn't help but have a headache. This synthetic beast is not only huge in size, but also exudes a depressing aura.

It inherited the cunning of "Orochi", the ferocity of "Tiger Burial", and the nearly unlimited regeneration ability of "Round Deer", which is simply a nightmare-like existence.

Especially the regeneration ability of "Round Deer", which makes Gojo Satoru feel extremely difficult.

He knows that in order to defeat this synthetic beast, it must be completely destroyed within one blow, otherwise it will soon recover.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru not only has to face this difficult synthetic beast, but also has to beware of Sukuna's sneak attack.

Sukuna has been watching closely, looking for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack on Gojo Satoru.

Although Gojo Satoru is a little depressed, his expression on his face is still very relaxed.

He knows that he must not reveal any flaws, otherwise it will give Sukuna an opportunity.

"The attack method is very simple." Gojo Satoru chuckled, and his figure flashed, and he dodged an attack of the synthetic beast.

He stared closely at the weakness of the synthetic beast-the part called "jaw spit", ready to attack at any time.

He knew that only by destroying the "Jaw Spit" could the regeneration ability of the synthesized beast be stopped.

On the other side, Sukuna was always on guard against Gojo Satoru's powerful light attack - "Hypostyle·茈".

He knew the power of this light very well. Last time at the beginning of the battle, Gojo Satoru used this light to hit him hard.

Although his condition has recovered a lot now, if he is hit by the light again, he may lose his life.

"Mokoro... How long do you want me to wait?" Sukuna frowned and looked at the battle in front of him, feeling a little dissatisfied.

He knew that he had to get rid of Gojo Satoru as soon as possible, otherwise he would have more trouble. He glanced at the Mokoro next to him and saw that it was slowly gathering strength and preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

"Try to make me fascinated by you!!" Sukuna sneered, and hid behind Mokoro in a flash. He stared closely at Gojo Satoru's movements, waiting for the best time to attack.

Puff——

Just as Sukuna was expecting, Mokkuluo finally slashed out with his sword.

The power of this sword was so great that the air around him seemed to freeze.

Although Gojo Satoru reacted quickly, he was still slightly stunned by this sudden attack.

It was during this moment of daze that his right arm was cut off by Mokkuluo's sword energy.

Blood spurted out, staining the surrounding ground red.

Not only was Gojo Satoru's right arm cut off, but even the building behind him was split in two by this powerful sword energy.

The fragments of the building splashed out and hit the surroundings.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos.

Gojo Satoru covered his broken arm and dodged quickly, trying to distance himself from Mokkuluo.

He knew that he had to stay calm now, otherwise he would fall into a more dangerous situation.

"Beautiful." Sukuna looked at the attack, grinned, and revealed his sharp tiger teeth.

His smile was full of anticipation and excitement for this battle.

In the surrounding environment, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and dust, as if foreshadowing the coming storm. In the distance, the wreckage of the building loomed in the dimness, as if it was a doomsday scene.

Mokhuluo's slash, with a sharp sound of wind, cut through the silent night sky.

Kusakabe widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief. Fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

"Mokhuluo's slash can actually!!" He couldn't help but exclaimed. Xuan Hao was also surprised by this.

He looked at Sukuna, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

He felt the powerful aura emanating from Sukuna, and the sword energy similar to that of Mokhuluo.

"There is sword energy!? Like Sukuna!?" He muttered to himself.

Nishimiya Glass looked at Gojo Satoru anxiously in the picture.

She saw Gojo Satoru's severed arm and his pale face.

"Oops!!!" She couldn't help but shout.

She knew that Gojo Satoru's healing ability had weakened to the extreme. If he couldn't get treatment in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Sure enough, in the picture, Gojo Satoru didn't have time to treat his severed arm before Sukuna and Mokura took the opportunity to attack him.

His figure was shaky in the darkness, and it seemed that he would fall at any time.

However, just when everyone thought he was about to lose, he suddenly grinned.

His smile was full of confidence and cunning, as if he had found the key to turning the situation around.

He raised his hand and pointed his finger at Sukuna and Mokura.

Boom——

Following the direction of his finger, a huge black hole suddenly appeared in the air.

The black hole exuded a strong suction force, which crushed and pulled all the surrounding buildings.

Mokura and Sukuna were also attracted by gravity and flew towards the black hole involuntarily.

"Maximum output." Gojo Satoru said softly.

Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

As his voice fell, the suction force in the black hole suddenly increased several times.

Sukuna, Makuro and Gutu were almost kneaded into a meat ball and could not move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gojo Satoru's Hollow Style · Qi exploded again.

This time the Hollow Style was several times stronger than any previous one, as if it was going to swallow up the entire Shinjuku.

The black light left a new trace of battle in Shinjuku, like an eternal painting.

Not only that, this time the Hollow Style was also mixed with black light. That was the second black flash that Gojo Satoru had played in this battle!

The black light and the power of the Hollow Style intertwined to form a force that could destroy the world.

The passionate power in Gojo Satoru's body was abundant and high, as if it was going to break through the sky. The severed arm was also restored to its original state under the action of this power, and it regained its powerful vitality.

The Curse King Ryomen Sukuna felt nervous again after a thousand years.

He looked at Gojo Satoru's powerful figure, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

He knew that this battle was no longer a simple contest, but a contest between life and death.

He had to go all out to deal with Gojo Satoru's attack.

In the world of magic, every "awakening" is like the darkness before dawn, foreshadowing the coming light and power.

It is a kind of cursed power hidden deep in the body of the magician, quietly accumulating in silence, waiting for the opportunity to release.

For a top magician like Gojo Satoru, even if the magic power is extremely efficient, this necessary stage cannot be skipped.

At this moment, he stood in the center of the battlefield, and the air around him seemed to solidify, filled with an indescribable sense of tension.

His eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through everything that was about to happen in the future.

Hollow Style·茈, is this his strongest attack?

Sukuna stood not far away, with a hint of a grim smile on his face.

He could feel the surging cursed power in Gojo Satoru's body, like a beast about to break free from its restraints.

He also knew that there must be a moment of "awakening" before the big move was launched, and that was his only chance.

He closely watched every move of Gojo Satoru, trying to find a flaw in it.

Finally, at that moment, he saw a flash of light in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

That was a sign of "awakening", a signal that the technique was about to be activated.

Sukuna did not hesitate at all, he immediately roared and called out Makura's name.

At the same time, a powerful curse began to surge in his body, preparing to take on the technique that Gojo Satoru was about to launch.

His judgment was not wrong.

Almost at the same time as he called out Makkura, Gojo Satoru also whispered "Reversal Technique——".

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, and the air became distorted.

Then, Gojo Satoru's Qi was ready, and a destructive force burst out from his body.

At the same time, Sukuna also pushed Makkura to the extreme.

The two techniques collided violently in the air, bursting with dazzling light.

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened.

"He", which was supposed to rush directly towards Sukuna, suddenly encountered an obstacle on the way forward.

It was the "Cang" shot by Gojo Satoru before. After it drew an elegant arc in the air, it happened to block the front of "He".

"He" had no speed before the explosion, which gave Makkura the opportunity to reach "Cang" first.

However, just as Mokorra was about to clash with "Cang", an unexpected figure suddenly intervened.

It was Gojo Satoru.

He used the gravity of "Cang" to move at high speed and instantly appeared between Mokorra and "Cang".

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he wanted to destroy all obstacles on the way forward.

Although Mokorra had adapted to "Cang" without having to choose the object of the spell, at this moment, its adaptation had a counterproductive effect.

Because of the appearance of Gojo Satoru, it had to readjust its attack trajectory.

However, it was too late.

Gojo Satoru's fist hit mercilessly, smashing Mokorra hard to the position where "Cang" and "He" were about to clash.

However, in this lightning, Sukuna flashed like a ghost beside Gojo Satoru. His appearance was like a dark thunder in the dark night, instantly breaking the tranquility of the air.

He stretched out his hand, and the rich blood-colored curse power condensed on his fingertips, as if to dye the entire space with his color.

"Blood piercing!" Sukuna shouted, and the blood-colored arrow shot out like an arrow from a bow, with a sharp sound of breaking through the wind, towards the spherical cursed force condensed in the sky.

He had a cruel and playful smile on his face, as if at this moment, he had seen the dawn of victory, and taunted Gojo Satoru: "You are still a step slow."

However, Gojo Satoru seemed not to hear his provocation, his eyes were firm and deep, as if he had endless wisdom and power.