"Yo, long time no see."
Suguru stood atop the Rainbow Dragon's head, arriving before Kenjaku while surrounded by the Four Calamities.
"Long time no see. Quite a few familiar faces."
Kenjaku's gaze swept over the faces of the Four Calamities one by one, finally settling on Suguru.
"I heard you and these four used to be allies?"
Suguru pointed to the Special Grade Cursed Spirits beside him.
"Just pawns that could be discarded at any time."
Kenjaku shrugged indifferently.
"You bastard!"
Jogo, who had the shortest temper, was the first to erupt in anger.
Thick black smoke billowed from his head, and two balls of flame burst from his palms.
A mist suddenly appeared.
The raging inferno instantly charged into the thick fog, and countless sizzling sounds of evaporating water rang out.
The dense mist enveloped the area where Suguru was located.
"Ōtengu."
Ōtengu, with wings on his back and a long bow in hand, appeared behind Suguru, and strong winds began to blow in every direction.
A figure flickered in and out of sight within the thick fog.
Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Okkotsu.
"Legion of the Dead."
Numerous fish-shaped Shikigami began to appear. Despite being in the air, the Shikigami moved swiftly as if swimming through water.
A fiery carriage engulfed in flames burst out from the thick fog, roasting Dagon's Shikigami into charcoal one by one.
However, surprisingly, this flaming carriage was not pulled by horses, but by a cat-shaped Cursed Spirit.
Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Kasha.
The Kasha, a fiery carriage from legend, was said to snatch away the bodies of the dead and send sinners to Hell.
A large number of roots broke through the ground.
These extremely resilient roots continuously wrapped around the Kasha.
As soon as one batch burned away, another grew out.
"This can't go on..."
Kenjaku's gaze darkened.
Although he genuinely looked down on the Four Calamities he had once cooperated with, their combined strength was indeed not to be underestimated.
Finally, Kenjaku's gaze settled on Suguru.
"While they are indeed troublesome as enemies, they can also become allies, can't they?"
As long as Suguru was killed, all the Cursed Spirits under his control would be released.
However, for Kenjaku and the others, these uncontrolled Cursed Spirits would become a usable force.
Thinking this, Kenjaku's figure shifted subtly.
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit Okkotsu also began to advance.
The thick fog, dispersed by the wind, began to press forward.
"Yo, long time no see. Your new body looks good."
When Kenjaku charged within thirty meters of Suguru, Mahito's voice sounded in his ear.
"Like it? I'll give you one."
Mahito's palm was about to touch the stitches on Kenjaku's head, but a shadowy attack struck Mahito first.
Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Snake Belt.
This was a Cursed Spirit that could be worn as a belt around the waist, and its legend was widely spread in the mountainous regions of ancient Japan.
The Snake Belt rapidly elongated after detaching from Kenjaku's body, then tightly coiled around Mahito.
"Here!"
Hearing the commotion, Jogo immediately launched an attack toward Kenjaku.
"Don't get in the way."
Kenjaku's cold, indifferent gaze further enraged Jogo.
"Be reduced to ashes by my flames!"
Flames of extremely high temperature were about to hit Kenjaku, but Jogo suddenly lost his balance.
"What is this?"
Jogo looked down and saw a huge mouth appear beneath his feet, with a pitch-black, bottomless abyss inside.
The Cursed Spirit born from people's fear of earthquakes during the Edo period, Giant Catfish.
Bang.
Kenjaku's size-forty-two foot struck Jogo directly in the head.
The familiar feeling of the kick made Kenjaku feel a little nostalgic, and he fiercely sent the "ball" flying once again.
Jogo immediately flew backward in Suguru's direction.
Suguru stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves, making no move.
The Rainbow Dragon beneath him suddenly opened its huge mouth, and Jogo flew inside without any obstruction.
The Rainbow Dragon's mouth moved, and Jogo was spat out again.
By this time, Kenjaku was less than five meters away from Suguru.
Hanami stood in front of Kenjaku.
The moment they engaged, Hanami was surprised to find that her attack passed right through Kenjaku's body.
Under Suguru's slightly surprised gaze, Kenjaku successfully advanced and stood before him.
Suguru pulled his hands apart, and Playful Cloud appeared in his grasp.
Ōtengu's arrow was aimed at Kenjaku, but it was suddenly interrupted by a slender figure descending from the sky.
Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Tenjou-sagari.
In ancient Japan, ceilings were a very eerie place.
Tenjou-sagari was not initially a powerful Imaginary Cursed Spirit, but because its legend endured, it gradually accumulated enough power to reach Special Grade level.
Suguru did not pay attention to Ōtengu's situation. Instead, he wielded Playful Cloud, and more than a dozen snake-like Cursed Spirits behind him suddenly darted out.
After Kenjaku used his intangibility method, Suguru, who had seen countless Cursed Spirits with all kinds of strange abilities, immediately thought of a countermeasure.
Playful Cloud, combined with the dozen or so venomous snakes, covered all of Kenjaku's attack angles.
This way, even if Kenjaku materialized to attack Suguru, he himself would definitely not have an easy time.
There were many places where battles erupted within the barrier, but one particular spot made everyone who saw it unable to help laughing.
The scene of such overwhelming devotion to honoring one's ancestor even made Eichi want Kenjaku to dig up another ancestor from his family so he could... pay his own respects.
"Ancestor, don't run! I am your descendant, the direct and pure-blooded kind."
His injuries recovered, and without the interference of Tsuchigumo and Hana, Satoru once again returned to his outrageously invincible posture.
He was now carrying the coffin Cursed Spirit that Miguel once bore, chasing Sugawara no Michizane all over the place.
This coffin Cursed Spirit had been casually taken by Suguru because it had survived two attacks from Special Grade powerhouses without dying.
"Ancestor, what kind of funeral do you like? Cremation, burial, water burial, sea burial, tree burial, sky burial, closet burial, cave burial..."
Sugawara no Michizane, his body flashing with lightning as he rapidly engaged in guerrilla warfare with Satoru, trembled with rage upon hearing this, and a huge fiery dragon bit toward Satoru.
"Huh? Biting? Do you want a funeral feast? I wonder if the stomachs of those old geezers in the Gojo family can handle it.
Uh, can my friend perform it on your behalf?"
Satoru kept his legs moving, but his hands pinched his chin as he made a thoughtful expression.
"I don't have such an unfilial descendant!"
Sugawara no Michizane's defenses broke.
He was a Cursed Spirit now! A Cursed Spirit!
You unfilial descendant, you even want to eat a Cursed Spirit?
"Don't be shy, it's just a funeral. Haven't you already experienced one? Don't worry, this time I'll definitely give you a unique one, the kind everyone will remember for a lifetime."
"Shut up! Today, I will purge the family, waaaahhhh!"
Sugawara no Michizane unleashed a bolt of lightning toward the coffin Satoru was levitating with Limitless.
Seeing Sugawara no Michizane suddenly stop running, Satoru's eyes lit up. He grabbed a corner of the coffin with one hand, opened the lid with the other, and then teleported to stand above his head.
"I got you! Hey, hey, hey, Ancestor, don't run! It's very comfortable inside. I guarantee it with Suguru's personality."
(To be continued.)