Chapter 1383
Sukuna Oni: I'm so scared I'm about to cooperate with my old rival.
Sukuna-ki now felt that the world had truly gone mad.
He, a sealed monster, actually wants to strengthen the seal.
This is outrageous!!!
As it howled, it used its yin energy to smear the seal. Its ghostly claws trembled like a sieve, and the yin energy it applied was patted even thicker before it could dry completely, just like a bricklayer being forced to work overtime.
"I, the mighty Su Na Ghost, who once devoured people without even spitting out the bones, am now trying to build a wall around myself!"
Its voice was choked with sobs, and its will-o'-the-wisp eyes were fixed on the rock formations above, as if it could see the Grim Reaper hovering in the sky through the rocks dozens of meters high.
"Is there no justice left?! Is there no law left?!"
Of course, there was actually a monster with the same idea.
Gatanjah.
Back then, Cui Ming stayed with Camilla until the end of the ancient civilization, and then went out to give Gatanothor a good beating.
The scene was truly horrific.
Gatanothor was sleeping soundly in the darkness of the seabed, his enormous body coiled among the ruins, dreaming of ruling the world.
As a result, Cui Ming came to his door and launched into a tirade without saying a word.
Every punch landed squarely, every slash drew blood, sending Gatanjee flying from the seabed to the trench, and then kicking it from the trench to the magma layer.
If it weren't for Gatanothor's unique mechanics—its near-immortal dark body and twisted regenerative abilities—it would have been beaten to death long ago.
Finally, Gatanothor was forced to reinforce the seal himself, tightening the shell more and more, like a conch shell cornered against a wall, hoping that Tristram would get tired and he could rest.
Now Sukuna-ki is feeling Gatanothor's pain.
No.
Sukuna-giri will at least die.
If Gatanothor doesn't reinforce the seal himself, he'll be relentlessly beaten by Cui Ming!
Sukuna-giri didn't know who Gatanothor was.
It had never even heard of that name.
But just as it was desperately applying yin energy to the seal, it suddenly shivered inexplicably.
A wave of despair and grievance from a distant time and space, a feeling of kinship, pierced through the rock strata like a cold wind and struck it hard on the back of the head.
It paused for a moment, its ghostly claw hovering in mid-air, a hint of confusion flashing in its eyes.
"Why do I suddenly feel like there are people who are worse off than me?"
It shook its head, banishing the absurd thought from its mind, and continued frantically sealing the object.
"Never mind! Just paste it! Paste it as much as you can! Every layer counts!"
Su Na Gui slapped the last bit of Yin energy onto the seal, and his whole body—the whole ghost—collapsed, like a lump of mud stuck to the stone wall, his mouth still trembling.
"It's better to be dead. Death is a relief, much better than being constantly watched by that thing."
It recalled the look in Cui Ming's eyes when he turned to leave, and it shuddered again, quickly getting up to continue checking the seal's strength.
"No, we need to reinforce it further. What if he comes back?"
Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, Cui Ming was leaning against a rock, looking at the detector in his hand.
The screen showed that Sukunaki's energy reaction was contracting wildly, like a frightened hedgehog curling itself into a ball.
His lips twitched slightly, his eyes were as calm as if he were watching a boring performance, and he tapped the communicator casing lightly with his fingers.
"No rush, let it simmer for a while longer."
Cui Ming leaned against the rock, his gaze fixed on the detector's screen.
The energy level of Sukuna-ki is dropping at a visible rate.
Each fluctuation represents the application of a layer of yin energy onto the seal.
Cui Ming's lips curled up slightly, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the communicator.
"Bombing formation, continue, don't stop."
His voice sounded urgent, as if he wished he could raze the mountain to the ground immediately.
The pilot responded via the communicator.
"Captain, three rounds of saturation bombardment have been carried out. Large areas of the target mountain structure have collapsed, but the core area..."
"Keep bombing."
Cui Ming interrupted the other person, his tone filled with an undeniable impatience. "Plow that mountain three times, not once less."
"Yes!"
Sukuna-ki felt a vibration coming from above his head deep inside the rocks.
Pebbles cascaded down the rock face, striking its demonic face and causing it to grimace in pain.
But it dared not stop.
It thought those bombs would penetrate the rock layer in the next second and blow it to pieces along with the seal.
"Don't come any closer! Don't blow it up! I'm reinforcing it! I'm reinforcing it!"
Su Na Gui howled, its ghostly claws flailing wildly, squeezing out the last wisp of Yin energy and slapping it onto the stone box.
Its will-o'-the-wisps dimmed considerably, and the entire ghostly figure became transparent, like a wisp of smoke about to go out.
"I'm so tired and hungry, I feel completely drained."
It lay limp beside the stone box, its limbs hanging limply, barely able to howl.
"This isn't a bombing, it's forcing me to work overtime without giving me food."
Sukuna Oni felt so wronged that it wanted to cry, but it had no tears and could only let out a mournful wail.
Cui Ming looked at the energy reading on the screen, which was almost zero, and nodded.
"almost."
He spoke into the communicator, his voice still carrying that impatient urgency.
"Cease bombing, ground troops prepare to move into the mountains."
Angie stood to the side, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.
"You never intended to blow it up in the first place?"
"Blow it up?"
Cui Ming put away the communicator, his eyes as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"That would be such a waste of ammunition."
"Let it burn itself out; it saves time, effort, and money."
His tone was indifferent, and he lightly brushed the dust off his sleeves.
"It's a good thing to weaken the enemy."
Angie clicked her tongue and looked at the mountain that had been blown beyond recognition.
"Then it is now."
"Now?"
Cui Ming's lips twitched slightly.
"It probably doesn't even have the strength to stand up now."
The ghost lay beside the stone box, its ghostly form so faint it was almost invisible, and it was still muttering weakly.
"No, don't come in! I surrender! I really surrender!"
Its voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and it couldn't even release its yin energy.
"Let me...let me sleep for another five hundred years."
Just then, a figure appeared.
That was the divine thought of Jing Tianjinglong, a remnant from the sword.
He was originally a wisp of his will left in the sword to suppress Sukuna Oni. As long as the seal is loosened, he will awaken and prepare to slay the demon once again.
As soon as Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense took shape, his gaze locked onto the faint, almost invisible Sukuna Oni next to the stone box.
His hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his body exuded a sharp sword aura, as if he was about to draw his sword and strike at any moment.
Sukuna felt the familiar oppressive aura, shuddered, shrank even more, and let out a weak wail.
"Jingjingtianjinglong, you're still alive."
However, just as Iida Ryu's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, his gaze suddenly shifted slightly to the side, landing on Cui Ming on the other side of the stone box.
He examined Cui Ming closely. (End of Chapter)