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With the infusion of all his Cursed Energy, the pillar of light became even more solid and explosive, even showing a trend of suppressing the joint attack of Jogo and Sukuna.

Even though their combined attack was being suppressed, Jogo and Sukuna didn't show the slightest panic.

Because they felt it—the opponent had already begun burning his life force to channel Cursed Energy.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the originally ferocious expression on Kokichi's face suddenly froze. Then, his entire body slumped over the control console.

Damn it. This body has reached its limit. The main body is still too weak. It can't even serve as a medium for transporting Cursed Energy.

Looking at the unscathed Jogo, Kokichi's eyes were bloodshot. He let out a furious roar and, forcing his almost torn-apart body to move, continued to control the mech.

"I haven't killed this Cursed Spirit yet. I haven't avenged Miwa. How can I have the face to go down and see her!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

"Ding! The unit is operating under overload. All power energy has been transferred to the main cannon port. All drive energy has been transferred to the main cannon port. All detection energy has been transferred to the main cannon port."

"Current Cursed Energy: 16 years."

Every other part of the mech dimmed, funneling all the energy of the entire massive machine into the main cannon port.

The main cannon port burst forth with an unprecedented radiance, as a beam far more violent than before continued the bombardment.

An expression of excitement surfaced on Sukuna's originally indifferent face. He stared intently at the massive mech in the sky, unable to help but click his tongue in wonder.

"How wonderful, how moving. Burning everything one has to release this ultimate attack accumulated over a dozen years. It truly looks tragic. Hahahaha."

Jogo continued to maintain his fire shield and Flame Dragons, his perception fully amplified.

He could no longer sense the Cursed Energy signatures of Mahito, Dagon, or Choso. Even Hanami's life signature was gradually weakening. Clearly, they had encountered powerful enemies.

To be able to fight Hanami, Dagon, and Choso simultaneously and emerge victorious, there was only one person with such massive Cursed Energy: the human side's Special Grade Sorcerer, Yuta.

And now, Hanami was still being intercepted at the edge of Shibuya, and their life signature was continuously weakening. This indicated that the opponent was a Special Grade as well.

Based on the original story, the one arriving now was likely the only female Special Grade Sorcerer on the human side, Yuki.

Although his companions were dying one by one, there was no sadness or anger in Jogo's heart. Instead, he turned his gaze toward an item hanging quietly in the System Shop.

[Ding! Congratulations, you have purchased the soul preservation bead, consuming a total of 500 Villain Points.]

Meanwhile, the green hat in his system space was currently dim and dull, showing no signs of being repaired at all.

As long as I have this item, I stand on invincible ground. Mahito, Dagon, and Hanami will all return.

If Choso dies, he dies. It's no big deal. A traitorous guy like him would definitely jump to the enemy camp in the future because of Yuji anyway.

The situation of this Shibuya Incident had not exceeded Jogo's expectations too much. On the contrary, everything was developing toward the scenario he had envisioned.

The top powerhouses of the Jujutsu World were all gathering at this moment.

Human Special Grade Sorcerer Okkotsu Yuta, human Special Grade Sorcerer Gojo Satoru, human Special Grade Sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki, the thousand-year-old brain Kenjaku, the King of Curses from a thousand years ago Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest Special Grade Cursed Spirit Jogo, and now Muta Kokichi, who was burning everything and whose strength had stepped into the Upper Special Grade.

These powerhouses clashing in the ruined city of Shibuya were leading this already scarred city toward its ultimate destruction.

Furthermore, the citizens outside were originally unable to see the scenes inside Shibuya because Kenjaku had set up a Curtain around the perimeter.

But now, due to the death of the caster, the Curtain had automatically dissipated. Everything happening in Shibuya was now being recorded by satellites and broadcast live globally.

People finally realized that so many terrifying existences lived in this world.

Although many could not see Cursed Spirits, the sky full of fire and the giant mech all indicated that there were abnormal existences in this world.

The world was not as ordinary as it appeared on the surface. Special Grades, possessing the power to destroy nations, were making their appearances and competing in Shibuya.

The worldview in the minds of the masses was shattered at this moment, and they produced an uncontrollable fear.

This fear constantly circulated, and eventually, most of it gathered into a small silver sphere stored in Jogo's system space.

Another portion was absorbed by Jogo himself. Both his physical strength and total Cursed Energy were climbing.

Although he was the Disaster of the Earth and should theoretically absorb people's fear of the earth, now that the other Cursed Spirits were basically all dead, the fears that no one was absorbing could naturally be absorbed by him.

Before long, Kokichi's body reached its limit. His entire body began to break down, and lines of blood spread across his skin.

He stared with those crimson eyes, his body under the bandages trembling incessantly, still trying to funnel Cursed Energy into the mech.

I can still hold on... I haven't gotten revenge... I can't die yet!

Just as he wanted to make one last gamble, those eyes full of rage suddenly lost focus, and his wildly beating heart fell silent at that moment.

He was dead.

With the death of the operator, the giant mech let out a final mechanical roar of gears, then crashed down, turning into a flash of fire as it fell into Shibuya, kicking up waves of air.

"He burned everything he had, yet still failed to injure us in the slightest. Truly pathetic." Sukuna shook his head.

There was no mockery of Kokichi in his eyes. Instead, there was appreciation.

To be able to contend with him with such a fragile body—that alone was worthy of respect.