At this very moment, Yuki Tsukumo was truly thankful.
Thankful that she hadn’t come to subjugate Ronawa alone.
Otherwise, even if she managed to survive, the subjugation would have inevitably failed, and Ronawa would have escaped.
Fortunately, they had been cautious enough this time.
Not only had they brought a large number of personnel, but they had also laid down a barrier—one strong enough to permanently trap Ronawa here.
Moreover, upon learning of Ronawa’s teleportation abilities, Yuki had altered her tactics.
She no longer charged blindly at the Cursed Spirit.
Instead, she let the surrounding Jujutsu Sorcerers launch their suicide charges against her, while she stood back, charging up an attack capable of killing Ronawa in a single, guaranteed strike.
This was the norm for Jujutsu Sorcerers.
For them, the mission superseded all else.
To achieve the objective, sacrifices were permissible.
Whether it was Yuki Tsukumo or the cannon fodder around her, everyone was long accustomed to this grim reality.
It was just that the price was rather catastrophic.
While Yuki charged her attack, Ronawa had already begun a one-sided massacre of the sorcerers.
Under the influence of Death of All Things, Ronawa was entirely a walking grim reaper.
She didn’t even need to make physical contact; as long as a target was within her radius and registered by her technique, the Jujutsu Sorcerers fell in droves, scythed down like wheat.
At this moment, Ronawa resembled a blood-red flower blooming amidst the slaughter.
She looked exceptionally, hauntingly beautiful.
Yet, in the eyes of the remaining sorcerers, her silhouette had distinctly warped into the manifestation of Death itself, raising its scythe and mercilessly reaping lives.
Just as Ronawa’s killing spree reached its peak, Yuki Tsukumo finally finished charging her lethal blow.
She called out to Aoi Todo, “Aoi!
Directly in front of me!”
“Understood, Master!”
With that, Todo faced Ronawa in the distance and clapped his hands together.
In an instant, his Innate Technique activated: Boogie Woogie.
Clap.
Forcibly swapping their spatial coordinates, Ronawa was teleported directly in front of Yuki, seamlessly replacing a Cursed Tool brimming with cursed energy that had been pre-placed on the ground.
This was the blood-pumping combination attack of the master-student duo!
Yuki would continuously charge up, increasing the virtual mass of her fist and infinitely stacking its destructive power.
Relying on this exact maneuver, the duo had successfully exorcised several Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
It never failed.
Unfortunately, their opponent was Ronawa.
Since she already possessed intelligence on Aoi Todo’s abilities, how could she not be on guard against this trick?
From the moment Yuki stood her ground to charge up and Todo primed himself, Ronawa had been anticipating it.
Now, despite her coordinates being swapped, she didn’t panic in the slightest.
Raising her right hand, clad in a black glove, she simply held it out in front of her—and caught Yuki’s devastating heavy punch single-handedly.
That strike, which should have been earth-shattering enough to completely obliterate the entire street, was now rendered feather-light, effortlessly intercepted by Ronawa.
It didn’t even stir up a stray gust of wind.
Because Ronawa had conceptually killed all the mass behind Yuki’s punch.
This was the sheer absurdity of Death of All Things.
A conceptual-level “killing” that rendered absolutely any Innate Technique utterly useless before her.
She could truly be called the natural enemy of all Jujutsu Sorcerers and Cursed Spirits alike!
“Th-that’s impossible!” Yuki gasped in sheer disbelief, staring as her painstakingly charged, full-power punch was effortlessly halted.
Ronawa simply offered a faint smile.
“Impossible?
You have absolutely no idea what is possible.”
Her golden eyes went ice-cold.
A split-second later, a Feather of Death materialized beside her.
It aimed straight at Yuki and shot forward, seeking to pierce right through her.
Even before it closed the distance, the heavy, suffocating aura of absolute demise radiating from the Feather made Yuki’s hairs stand on end.
She was a hair’s breadth away from being instantly skewered to death.
At the critical moment, her good student Todo came through once again.
Boogie Woogie activated for a second time, pulling Yuki out of the fatal strike’s path.
The price paid was a cursed energy-infused Cursed Tool taking her place, taking the Feather of Death head-on.
Then, right before everyone’s eyes, the tool disintegrated into mere dust.
The truth was, even inanimate objects devoid of life could still be conceptually “killed” a second time.
This was the terror of the Feather of Death!
Witnessing the Cursed Tool’s fate, Yuki broke out in a cold sweat.
Had Todo not swapped her out just now, she would be in no better shape than that pile of dust.
the Cursed Spirit of Death!”
But as it turned out, Yuki’s exclamation came far too early.
Because things were about to get far more ridiculous.
Watching Yuki dodge the attack, Ronawa didn’t seem to care much.
Because in the very next moment, dozens of Feathers of Death manifested all around her.
Feathers of Death accumulated whenever she witnessed death.
And lately, Ronawa had witnessed no small amount of slaughter.
Thus, she had stockpiled quite a collection, numbering in the dozens.
However, the raw Feathers weren’t the real threat.
The true terror lay in how, with a mere shift of Ronawa’s thoughts, the Feathers rapidly morphed, ultimately transforming into dozens of grotesque broadswords completely covered in eyes.
Next, invisible, phantom limbs grasped these swords tightly, unleashing an indiscriminate, omnidirectional slaughter upon every target in the vicinity!
Simultaneously, high above everyone’s heads, a colossal, blood-red eye quietly materialized.
Its chilling gaze locked onto everything below.
Not a single micro-movement escaped the colossal eye’s scrutiny.
Simply put, it was an absolute bird’s-eye view—one with flawless predictive capabilities.
This was the ultimate technique Ronawa had unlocked amidst the recent carnage.
Its name: Omniscient Panopticon: Thousand-Armed Verdict!
Hovering high in the air, Ronawa looked down upon the masses below like a god.
Her golden eyes held not a single shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, those invisible “Thousand Arms,” wielding the transformed Feather of Death broadswords, ruthlessly reaped the lives of the surrounding Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Among them, Yuki Tsukumo faced the highest concentration of attacks.
Confronted with swords of death hacking at her from every conceivable blind spot, Yuki was forced into an incredibly desperate defense.
Even after summoning her shikigami, Garuda, she still felt completely overwhelmed.
And immediately after, Ronawa handed her an extra surprise.
As another Feather of Death sword cleaved toward her, Yuki attempted to parry it using her previous experience.
But upon impact, black sparks erupted.
That’s right—a Black Flash!
Ronawa didn’t even need to strike personally.
Just by relying on her phantom “Thousand Arms” and the morphed swords, she was effortlessly triggering Black Flashes.
One could only say…
Satoru Gojo had taught her far too well!