Standing at the very center of domain, before the phantom of the shrine, symbolizing absolute dominion, Sukuna, piloting Miko's body, slowly raised his right hand.
His movement was casual, yet carried the indifference and precision of a deity wielding a scepter.
Without even a complex motion, with a mere thought, the rules followed his will.
"Cleave."
The next instant—
BOOM!!!
Words cannot describe that soundless roar. It was not sound, but the lament of space itself as the rule of 'cleaving' was applied billions of times simultaneously.
Centered on Sukuna's position, countless intangible, formless, yet absolutely existing slashing attacks erupted instantaneously, exploding in every direction and angle of the domain without a single blind spot.
It was not a chaotic outburst of violence. Each slash was precise, efficient, imbued with the Cleave's characteristic of absolute cutting, ignoring durability.
They were not simple straight lines but interwoven and layered, forming the countless razor-sharp petals of this 'Lotus of Death.'
These exquisite petals, composed of pure slashing rules, layered upon each other, instantly spread and extended in all directions, filling every inch of the domain's space.
Where the lotus passed—
BOOM!
Several dozen-meter-high filthy hills within the domain, formed from residual Cursed Energy and mountain rocks from the previous battle, were swept by the intangible petals in the very first instant.
There was no resistance, no process of disintegration. They were like butter meeting a hot knife, or tofu thrown into a shredder, instantly dismantled.
Not shattered into rocks, but decomposed by the slashing rule into the finest dust, permeated with residual Cursed Energy.
This gray-black Cursed Energy micro-dust, before it could disperse, was swept up and propelled by the subsequent, denser waves of slashing petals, surging like a gray sandstorm toward the area within the domain where the remaining 'impurities' were most concentrated—where the Dark Evil Spirit and the Hairless Giant Fox were.
"ROAR!!!"
The Giant Fox, a dozen meters tall, mutated from a fox corpse and grubs of resentment, bore the brunt. It let out a howl of extreme pain and rage.
Green fire surged frantically in an attempt to resist, and its fleshly shell violently expanded. But before the slashing lotus representing absolute cleaving, all these defenses were useless.
Its massive body was simultaneously subjected to death by a thousand cuts.
Resilient flesh was sliced away piece by piece. Exposed bones were precisely extracted and severed. The sickly green flesh, barely revealed, was crisscrossed by numerous slashes, instantly covered in a grid-like pattern of cracks.
The enormous body, within that brilliant, deadly slashing lotus, was deboned, skinned, and disassembled at a dizzying speed.
Finally, along with its core, it was completely submerged in the torrent of slashes, reduced to Cursed Energy powder, mixed into the gray dust storm.
Within a two-hundred-meter radius centered on Sukuna, except for the area before the shrine he stood upon, in just the span of a second, all protrusions above ground, all condensed impurities, all 'foreign objects' not of his will, were swept clean by this blooming slashing lotus.
Standing behind Sukuna, protected by an intangible force from the domain's rules and slashes, Hana had long since collapsed to the ground. She gulped dryly, pupils contracted to pinpoints from extreme shock.
The scene before her completely overturned all her understanding from her seventeen years of life.
This was no longer a battle, this was a natural disaster, a divine punishment.
The absolute destructive power, this indiscriminate erasure of everything, was simply outrageous.
She couldn't imagine what kind of existence could survive such an attack.
However, just as the aftershocks of the Slashing Lotus had not fully dissipated, and the Cursed Energy dust in the air was still falling—
Another anomaly occurred!
In the area where the 'powder' of the Dark Evil Spirit and the Hairless Giant Fox, which should have been utterly annihilated, was drifting, space suddenly distorted abnormally.
Strands of viscous darkness, like living ink, seeped from the void, beginning to coalesce and writhe anew.
The scattered, green demonic fire remnants belonging to the giant fox also seemed to be summoned, flickering with a strange light, peeling away from the ashes, and beginning to merge with the darkness.
Crackle...
A grating, teeth-chilling sound, like bones and flesh forcibly reassembling, echoed piercingly in the dead silence of the domain.
The darkness coalesced again, though much thinner. Those pale white eyes had already reappeared, glaring venomously at Sukuna.
And the bloodied outline of the Hairless Giant Fox was also slowly reshaping within the demonic fire. Though its size had shrunk and its aura was much weaker, its ferocious form and soaring resentment clearly announced its 'return.'
They actually recovered even after being utterly annihilated by the domain's slashes. Though at great cost, this immortality or regenerative ability clearly exceeded conventional limits.
Under Sukuna's control, Miko's four crimson vertical pupils shifted slightly, locking onto the two rapidly recovering impurities. In those cold eyes, there was no surprise, but instead a flash of deeper, more cruel interest.
Cursed Energy micro-dust from the intangible slashes had already scattered across the ruins.
Sukuna lightly brought his hands together.
A cluster of terrifying high-temperature flames suddenly surged.
The ruins seemed briefly illuminated.
"Fuga."
Vast, scorching Cursed Energy wildly compressed, condensed, and took shape between his palms.
Not a simple fireball, but construction.
Crimson flames, like streams of living molten lava, interwove, coiled, and solidified. Amidst the hum of terrifying high temperatures warping the air, they rapidly formed a flame bow radiating endless violence and destructive aura.
The bow's body was composed of condensed, dark red flames, like cooled magma, adorned with flowing golden flame patterns.
The bowstring was a blindingly bright, constantly leaping pale white line of fire. Merely looking at it felt like one's soul would be scorched.
The moment the flame bow took shape, the surrounding air temperature skyrocketed. The shrine's stone floor began to melt and crack. The air ionized, emitting crackling pops.
The quality and quantity of its flames, and the concept of violence and destruction it contained, far surpassed the flames mastered by the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Jogo.