"Oh? Has the main act finally decided to come out?"
Sukuna stopped and looked at the dense, foul-smelling tide of zombies before him.
Far from being afraid, he broke into an excited smile. "The trick of manipulating corpses... it saves me the trouble of cleaning up the trash."
Facing the surging tide of zombies, Sukuna stopped using scattered slashes. He took a deep breath and formed a complex hand seal with his hands.
"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine."
Buzz—
In the next moment, the warehouse transformed into a true meat grinder.
Any zombie that entered the range of the domain—whether it was a slow-moving ordinary zombie or one of the few strengthened mutants—was instantly sliced, smashed, and ground into mincemeat by those omnipresent yet invisible slashes.
Shattered bones, rotten meat, and viscous fluids flew everywhere as a foul-smelling 'meat rain' fell throughout the warehouse.
The Zombie Devil's summoned army was not even a war of attrition before Sukuna's absolute power, it was pure fodder.
"How is this possible?!"
Inside the office, the Zombie Devil, perceiving everything through the zombies' perspective, let out a roar of shock and anger.
He realized that this intruder was no ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerer or devil hunter.
Having cleared out the small fry, Sukuna's gaze pierced through layers of obstacles and locked directly onto the source of the thick demonic aura in the depths of the warehouse—the direction of the altar.
"Had enough fun? It's time for the main course."
Sukuna chuckled softly, his figure flickering like a phantom as he passed through the walls and appeared directly at the office door, kicking open the reinforced metal door.
Inside the office, the boss was so terrified he slumped to the floor. Above the altar, the green light from the statue flared brilliantly, and the Zombie Devil's true form, composed of countless rotting limbs and emitting a terrifying pressure, finally fully manifested.
He let out a deafening roar and swung a giant arm made of various weapons and bones, carrying a fierce wind that tore through the air as it smashed violently toward Sukuna.
Sukuna neither dodged nor hid, raising his hand to meet it with a Dismantle condensed with powerful Cursed Energy.
Clang!
A massive sound like clashing metal exploded.
Sukuna's strike, which was enough to cut through steel, was actually blocked head-on by the Zombie Devil's giant arm. It only left a deep gash on it without severing it.
For the first time, a hint of seriousness appeared in Sukuna's four eyes.
"Oh? You can block my Dismantle?"
He examined the Zombie Devil's unusually tough limbs, especially the aura inside that didn't belong to a Zombie Devil, and suddenly understood.
"I see... no wonder a mere Zombie Devil could have this level of toughness. You have the aura of Gun Devil on you? It seems you ate a little bit to become so... tough to chew."
The Zombie Devil let out a roar mixed with anger and pride, "Fear me, insect! This is the power bestowed by the supreme Gun Devil! Your slashes are meaningless before the absolute law of penetration!"
"The law of penetration? What a joke!" Sukuna laughed arrogantly.
"Power obtained by licking up someone else's scraps, and you dare to show off before me? Let me show you what it truly means to cut through everything."
In Sukuna's perception, this aggregate of curses before him, which possessed only scale, was far inferior in energy level and essence to the Gun Devil born from humanity's ultimate fear of "firearms".
This kind of fear based on the concepts of "viruses" and "living corpses," though widespread, ultimately seemed scattered and shallow when faced with the symbol of absolute violence that "strips away life in an instant."
After all, it's just a fear born of fantasy. Its power level is only so-so.
"All form and no substance." Sukuna whispered in his heart, having already silently activated Kamiutsushi.
Under the gaze of those four demonic eyes, the Zombie Devil's seemingly chaotic and disordered massive body—the trajectories of its internal energy flow, the nodes of its cursed core, and even the "rule" lines that constituted its existence—were all presented as clearly as an open anatomical chart.
Sukuna could see that the countless waving arms were not attacking blindly. They followed a primitive instinct to protect the core "Brain Nucleus."
He could "see" the blockages in the Zombie Devil's power circulation, as well as several key secondary energy sources that acted like "batteries" for its regenerative abilities.
"I see... seven weaknesses in total, with the core hidden where the third and fourth ribs on the left side of the chest entangle." Sukuna saw through everything in an instant.
Based on this pinpoint insight, with a slight thought, he made subtle adjustments to the form of his domain.
Sukuna's domain, Malevolent Shrine, had automatic and manual modes.
In its normal state, which was the automatic mode, he didn't need to control his slashes. They were like a violent storm, indiscriminately sweeping through all organic and inorganic matter within the domain's range.
But at this moment, the Malevolent Shrine quietly shifted its form, switching to the manual mode operated by Sukuna himself.
The domain remained expanded, but the "automatic slashing" program—originally restless like a boiling oil pot, ready to randomly slice everything within range into pieces—was paused.
In its place, Sukuna elevated his control over the domain to an absolute manual mode. The countless invisible slashes no longer flew aimlessly but were controlled by Sukuna to specifically target the Zombie Devil's weaknesses.
The battle erupted in an instant.
The Zombie Devil let out a deafening roar mixed with countless wails. His massive body brought a foul wind as his countless arms, like dancing tentacles, crushed toward Sukuna, attempting to drown him with absolute numbers and strength.
Sukuna just stood there quietly, not even moving his feet. His thoughts were like lightning as he controlled hundreds of invisible slashes, turning them into a storm of suffocating precision.
The first wave of slashes targeted the Zombie Devil's energy core.
The Zombie Devil's offensive stalled slightly as a result.
In that split second of a gap, the second and third waves of slashes followed in quick succession. They were no longer scattered but, like a swarm of bees receiving a supreme command, they concentrated their fire on the seven energy nodes Sukuna had perceived through Kamiutsushi.
Boom... Boom...
A series of dull explosions rang out.
On the Zombie Devil's massive body, seven different locations exploded almost simultaneously, gushing out foul black slime and shattered limbs.
He let out a pained wail, his massive body trembling violently, and his waving arms lost their coordination.
There was no expression on Sukuna's face, only the light in his four eyes grew colder.
He further pushed his power. This time, the slashes were infused with properties targeting the essence of the spiritual body—this was his preliminary application of the newly acquired Soul Slash.
For a spiritual creature like the Zombie Devil, this attack had a damage bonus.
The invisible slashes penetrated physical barriers and acted directly on the resentment that constituted the Zombie Devil's existence. With every slash, a section of writhing arms would instantly stiffen, wither, and then turn to ash, as if the "soul" within had been directly erased.