Although the black mist broke through the barrier from underground, it had not yet formed a large scale due to the short period of time.

The resentful spirits it bred were only equivalent to three or four spell spirits, and they posed no threat to powerful sorcerers such as Gojo Satoru.

What they should really worry about is what to do when they get out for a while.

Kyoto High School has suffered heavy losses, and the students of Tokyo High School are not optimistic.

Maki Zenin is missing, Dog Roll Thorn dies, Nail Saki Wild Rose is seriously injured, Megumi Fushiguro is kidnapped by the special spell spirit and Todo Aoi, and the curse remains Fat Da has only half of his body left.

Judging from the loss of personnel, it seems that it is much better than that of the Kyoto school.

At least one died.

But in fact, the students who escaped death are basically incapacitated, and they need to recuperate, and the slightest movement may cause the injury to worsen.

And the place Satoru Gojo just talked about is a very 'distant' place.

He's going to find Knotweed Yuhito, or the two-faced sutra in Knotweed's body.

Previously, for safety, he secretly hid Knotweed Yuhito in the countryside on the other side of the city, as a way to avoid being wanted by the spell world.

Unexpectedly, what seemed to be a wise move at the time now seems to have become the biggest problem that bothers them.

At this time, Satoru Gojo had already realized that he alone could not deal with the ruined king.

If you want to save the spell world and save more people, you must seek cooperation with Su Fu.

But seeing more and more cracks appearing on the surface of the enchantment, sensing the black mist of the delicious soul, they rushed to drill inside, and the group had not yet come up with a suitable way.

Until the barrier was about to disappear, Ange Ji was in a hurry and came up with an idea that was not very good.

Put all these injured students into the realm of Gojo Satoru.

When Satoru Gojo heard this, he didn't even think about it and thought that this method was feasible.

The realm of a sorcerer or a sorcerer is essentially a small space with its own system, and although the environment is single, it is absolutely no problem to put a few living people in.

Especially for some people's realms, when they don't cast spells, they can be called resorts.

Now that you have a way, just do it.

Gojo Satoru immediately sealed with one hand, and said in his mouth: "The realm is unfolding, immeasurable space!" ”

Coincidentally, at this time, the barrier could not hold on, turning into countless points of light and dissipating, and the endless black fog and resentful spirits from the outside world poured into this last pure land like a flood that opened the floodgates.

At the last moment, Satoru Gojo pulled everyone into his own realm.

As for the remaining small animals and resentful spirits, they were instantly engulfed by the black mist, and they didn't even splash a little water.

Wait until the raging black fog gradually calms down, and the resentful spirits gathered together also disperse.

Gojo Satoru took the hermitage and slowly appeared.

Because he has to keep the field open all the time and can't be distracted, it will be much more comfortable to have someone next to him and look at each other.

Yin Dizhi, an auxiliary superintendent with low combat effectiveness, stayed inside to take care of the wounded.

The two who came out held their breath and carefully observed the misty world in front of them, so as not to attract resentful spirits and make any big noise.

After all, this is the hinterland of the enemy, and the Ruined King could come to him at any moment.

In fact, they were too worried, most of the resentful spirits were following the footsteps of the black fog spreading, attacking the city everywhere, and only a few really stayed here.

After noticing that there was nothing going on around them, the two found their way and galloped towards the city.

As they moved deeper into the city, the number of human traces on both sides of the road increased, and the number of resentful spirits gradually increased, and they began to consciously gather towards them.

Satoru Gojo and Uchihime have to slow down and deal with every resentful spirit that finds them, so as not to cause even more disturbances.

Today, the once bustling streets are deserted and full of abandoned vehicles, and the corner café is full of soft music, but unfortunately no one appreciates it.

Instead, it was a cry of fear, which kept echoing in the sky.

The whole city has been completely immersed in black fog, and the street trees that flourished yesterday are now smelling of corruption.

The building is eroded, and a gentle gust of wind is enough for it to collapse and collapse quickly.

Flames burned all around the city, burning along the streets, and clouds of green shimmering haze swirled over the tall buildings.

Countless people hid in their homes and prayed to God and the gods and Buddhas, hoping that the black fog would clear as soon as possible.

And those who were still outside when the night of the eclipse of souls fell were not so lucky.

They often don't even leave a trace of existence, and they become a part of the black fog.

Gojo Satoru and Ange Gehime, seeing the miserable scene in front of them, have reached the peak of hatred for the Ruined King in their hearts.

Why, on earth would he do such a thing?

Just when the two of them couldn't help but tremble with anger, at the intersection not far away, a thick fog began to gather.

The temperature around me is getting lower and lower, and the moisture in the air condenses into droplets of water on the shop window, like tears.

The houses on both sides of the street were dead silent in the darkness, and the tattered curtains were fluttering without the wind.

All this seems to be a sign that something terrible is about to happen.

Gojo Satoru was keenly aware of the changes in his surroundings, and he stretched out his hand to stop the female teacher beside him: "Don't go any further, go back." ”

In this environment, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful, so Ange Ji slowly retreated obediently.

Under the gaze of the two of them, the black fog at the intersection gradually formed a clump and shook like a spasm.

A skinny-bony wraith poked its head out of the mist, its eyes empty and its fangs sharp. Its jaws flare at an angle that no creature can do.

A mournful scream came out of the twisted rancid throat.

Blocking Ange behind him, Gojo Satoru sealed in his hand, and the spell burst out in an instant, burrowing into the body of the resentful spirit.

With a reluctant howl, the spirit dissipated.

This is not the end, and finally a miniature black hole is formed in the center of the fog, and the strong attraction force gulps up the viscous fog.

Seeing that the crisis was about to be lifted, the next second, a radius of dozens of meters suddenly fell into dead silence.

It seems that even the air is frozen and cannot flow.

The thin mist, which was about to disappear completely, exploded violently, and the countless resentful spirits hidden in the darkness screamed and rushed towards the two of them as if they heard the horn of a charge.

A howling storm of wraiths engulfs the street where the sorcerer is in the blink of an eye.

They spread their claws, rubbed their sharp teeth, and desperately slammed their lives against the barrier on Satoru's body.

Succession and succession, never stopping.

Even the strongest sorcerers were a little flustered when they saw such a crazy scene.

An Geji was even more frightened and almost fainted.

And at this moment, the mist that had exploded just now slowly gathered again......

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