Dagon's terrified screams echoed across the Horizon of the Captivating Katana.
Its massive eyeballs were fixed on Yoru, who was plummeting through the air like a meteorite. Waves of unprecedented shock surged within its heart.
As a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, the sure-hit effect of its domain was its proudest and most absolute killing move.
Inside this barrier, the cursed energy fluctuations of any living being could not escape its perception. Every attack would appear out of thin air the moment it struck; evasion was fundamentally impossible!
But now, this ironclad rule had been shattered.
Dagon couldn't sense even a trace of residual cursed energy from the black-haired young man who had suddenly intruded.
To the domain's locking mechanism, Yoru was like a pocket of air—a lifeless, 'transparent building'!
"No cursed energy... Zero cursed energy!"
'This feeling... it's exactly like that man from back then!'
A long-forgotten and terrifying memory suddenly flashed through Dagon's mind.
It was the monster who once trampled the entire jujutsu world: the Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro!
"Don't be ridiculous! You think a mere human can imitate a monster like that?!"
Dagon roared in fury.
Although the sure-hit effect couldn't lock onto Yoru, it could still perform indiscriminate area-of-effect bombardments through its massive cursed energy output.
"Death Swarm! All forces, attack!"
Following Dagon's roar, the originally calm sea boiled over once more.
Overwhelming numbers of marine shikigami, like an endless swarm of locusts, surged frantically from all directions toward Yoru in mid-air!
Piranhas, poisonous eels, giant sharks...
Tens of thousands of monsters instantly formed a massive meat grinder in the sky, attempting to tear Yoru to shreds.
"Yoru!"
On the beach below, Megumi Fushiguro and Maki Zenin cried out in unison.
Even without the sure-hit effect, such a terrifying quantitative attack was not something a human body of flesh and blood could withstand.
"It's useless. No matter the numbers, they are just a bunch of ants drifting with the tide."
Facing the overwhelming army of monsters, Yoru's expression didn't flicker.
His breathing remained steady, but the dark red slayer marks on his cheeks grew even more vivid, like a burning karmic fire.
*Boom!*
Just as a massive shark was about to bite Yoru's thigh, he suddenly moved.
He didn't swing his blade. Instead, he lifted his right leg and, with a near-savage posture, kicked the shark hard in the lower jaw!
*Boom!*
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the giant shark—condensed from massive cursed energy—was kicked directly into a cloud of blood mist by Yoru!
This was no ordinary physical technique!
This was the terrifying physical strength equivalent to the Sorcerer Killer after awakening the Slayer Marks!
"What?!"
Before Dagon could even register its shock, an even more unbelievable sight unfolded.
Yoru actually used the recoil from shattering the shark to treat the shikigami flying in the air as stepping stones!
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Successive sonic booms erupted in mid-air.
Yoru's figure moved like a ghost, weaving frantically through the dense army of monsters and performing mid-air jumps.
With every step he landed, a massive shikigami was crushed by his sheer physical force!
This pure, peak physical violence and air mobility that ignored the laws of physics were completely beyond everyone's comprehension.
'This... this is too much...'
Maki's eyes widened, and her hands gripping the Special Grade Playful Cloud trembled involuntarily.
As a fellow possessor of Heavenly Restriction, she knew well the level of physical conditioning required for such explosive power.
Yoru's current state had already far surpassed her limits, reaching a divine height she could only look up to.
"Don't underestimate a Special Grade Cursed Spirit's domain, human!"
Dagon went completely berserk, desperately channeling its cursed energy to try and corner Yoru with even more dense attacks.
"Water Breathing..."
Facing the monsters closing in from all sides, Yoru finally tightened his grip on Shiranui.
An azure ripple—deeper and more tranquil than Dagon's tsunami—slowly shimmered along the blade.
"Third Form: Flowing Dance!"
In an instant, Yoru's body seemed to transform into a stream of azure water flowing through the air.
His movements were light and elegant, each swing of the blade carrying a wondrous rhythm.
*Squelch—Squelch—Squelch!*
The blade-light was like water, continuous and unrelenting.
The piranha shikigami attempting to approach Yoru were ground into scraps the moment they touched that azure light.
The terrifying physical strength of the Sorcerer Killer combined with the ultimate fluidity of Water Breathing.
Yoru perfectly fused these two distinct powers together, showcasing a breathtaking aesthetic of violence!
He walked on air as if on flat ground, kicking through large shikigami as footholds while swinging Shiranui to shred any small monsters trying to ambush him.
No matter how many shikigami Dagon summoned, they couldn't stop Yoru's progress for even a second.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Dagon realized with horror that Yoru was getting closer and closer!
This human with no cursed energy had actually carved a bloody path through its absolute domain using nothing but physical body and swordsmanship!
"Stop him!"
Dagon roared, condensing all the seawater in the domain in front of itself, forming a massive wall of water dozens of meters thick.
"It's useless."
Yoru's cold voice, like a whisper from the Grim Reaper, abruptly rang out from the other side of the water wall.
*Boom!*
With a world-shaking explosion, the sturdy water wall Dagon had placed its hopes on was kicked apart by Yoru!
Amidst the spray of water, Yoru's cold face, marked with dark red slayer marks, appeared before Dagon like a nightmare.
The distance was less than half a meter.
The blade was already pressing against its face.
"You..."
Dagon's pupils constricted to their limit.
At this distance, it could clearly feel Yoru's body temperature—as hot as boiling lava—and his cold, bone-chilling gaze that carried not a single shred of emotion.
No cursed energy.
No cursed technique.
Only a body honed to the absolute peak and a killing intent sharp enough to cut through anything.
At this moment, an uncontrollable tremor welled up from deep within Dagon's soul.
It felt as if it saw the ghost of the man who once slaughtered the high-ranking members of the jujutsu world like pigs and dogs in Yoru's cold eyes.
The monster known as the Sorcerer Killer seemed to perfectly overlap with the figure of the black-haired youth before it.
"It's over, octopus monster."
Yoru raised Shiranui high, the azure blade-light appearing exceptionally dazzling under the reflection of the domain's ceiling.
This magnificent and lethal close-quarters combat was about to reach its final conclusion.