Chapter 1385
Sukuna Oni: Damn it!
As he floated, he kept looking back, his face bearing an indescribable complex expression, as if to say, "So this is how battles can be fought."
When Sukuna heard Cui Ming's command beside the stone box, the entire demon froze.
The next second, it let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"You bastard! You're not human!!!"
The ghostly figure of Sukuna writhes wildly in the pile of rubble, its ghostly claws pounding against the stone wall, its cries as shrill as a wildcat whose tail has been stepped on.
"I've already reinforced the seal! I've already locked myself in! And you still want to blow it up! You still want to blow me out! Do you have any humanity?!"
It cursed as it shrank behind the stone box, trying to use the remaining yin energy to create another layer of protection for itself, but its hands trembled so badly that the yin energy it applied dissipated as soon as it took shape.
"Iida Iryu! You're no better than him! You watched him go and was about to blow me up! And you actually followed him and hid! Where's your Bushido! Where's your dignity!!"
Sukuna-ki's voice, tinged with sobs, echoed through the rock strata like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair.
"I curse you! I curse you both to have sons without an anus! No! You don't even have sons! May you be childless and without descendants!!"
Jingtian Jinglong's divine sense followed behind Cui Ming, his illusory figure swaying slightly. Hearing Sukuna's curse, he turned his head and replied calmly.
"I have no descendants, so your curse is ineffective."
Sukuna Oni's cursing statement froze for a moment, as if he had choked, before bursting into an even more shrill wail.
"Aaaaaah!!! You're all beasts! Beasts!!!"
The roar of fighter jet engines echoed from the sky, growing louder as it approached, like the drumbeats of death.
Bombs rained down, crashing onto the mountainside of Sukana Mountain with deafening roars.
Rocks flew everywhere, dust billowed into the sky, and the entire mountain trembled.
Sukuna-ki's curses were drowned out by the continuous explosions, coming and going like a radio with a bad signal.
"I...I'll haunt this even as a ghost!!! My butt!!!"
Cui Ming and Jing Tianjinglong stood at a safe distance, watching the mountain crumble little by little in the flames.
Cui Ming crossed his arms, his eyes indifferent, and tapped his fingers lightly on the communicator.
"Add another round."
Jing Tianjinglong's divine sense floated beside him, his illusory figure swaying slightly in the shockwave of the explosion. He silently stared at the hellish scene before him before finally speaking.
"Your tactics are something I have never heard of before."
"save trouble."
Cui Ming replied without turning his head, his tone still carrying the impatience of being in a hurry.
Finally, with a deafening roar, the core area of Mount Suona was completely blown apart!
As the smoke cleared, a huge pit was revealed. At the bottom of the pit, Sukuna Oni, a ghostly figure so faint it was almost transparent, lay sprawled among the fragments of the stone box, its limbs outstretched, its ghostly face upturned, and it was still humming weakly.
"It's all over. Everything's gone. My home. My seal is gone."
It slowly turned its head and looked at Cui Ming and Jing Tian Jinglong standing at the edge of the pit, its eyes filled with a despair that made it feel like it had no will to live.
"Come on. Kill me. Hurry up."
Cui Ming didn't waste any words.
He drew his beam gun from his waist and fired a shot.
The beam of light tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and blasted straight at Sukunaki's face.
The ghost was so frightened that it lunged to the side and rolled into the pile of rubble. The beam of light grazed its fangs and burned a charred pit in the rock wall.
"Holy crap! You have no sportsmanship!"
Sukuna-ghost poked half its head out from the pile of rubble, its eyes wide open and its voice distorted.
"You ambushed me! You ambushed me, an old comrade who's hundreds of years old! You didn't even say a word before you opened fire! Don't you have any sense of honor?!"
Cui Ming remained expressionless, took a step forward, and raised his beam gun once more. "There are no rules to deal with you."
His tone was as calm as if he were talking about today's cafeteria menu, his finger already on the trigger.
The second beam of light was fired.
Sukuna screamed and rolled to the side, its ghostly form twisting among the rubble like a loach thrown into boiling water.
"Wait! Let's talk this out! I surrender! I really surrender!"
It crawled while howling, its ghostly claws leaving marks on the scorched earth, its voice filled with despair.
"I've been blown to bits! I'm practically invisible! Can't you respect the elderly and care for the young?!"
But it didn't work.
At this moment, Sukuna-ki had no power left.
It tried to gather Yin energy to resist, but found that the surrounding resentment had long been exhausted by the bombardment, and not even a trace of black mist could be squeezed out.
It tried to turn into smoke and escape, but found that the ghostly figure was so faint that it couldn't even float, and every step it took felt like rolling in a mud pit.
Cui Ming, carrying a beam gun, followed behind at a leisurely pace, the muzzle always pointed at Sukuna's back.
"Don't run."
His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression.
"You talk a lot."
Sukuna Oni tumbled and crawled, its ghostly form chased by the beam of light, struggling to stay afloat. It was grazed on the buttocks by a bullet, causing it to howl in pain.
"Ouch—!!! My butt! Why is it my butt again?!"
It was cornered in the pit, its back pressed against the rock wall, the ghostly figure huddled together, its eyes filled with despair.
"It's over. It's all over."
Just when Sukuna thought he was about to be blasted to smithereens by the beam gun, a phantom came from the side.
Jingtian Jinglong's divine sense silently appeared beside Sukuna Oni, raising the illusory longsword in his hand high, its blade condensing a sword intent that had not dissipated for hundreds of years, as cold as a pool of ice.
Sukuna-ki stiffly turned his head to look at the guy who had said he would join forces with him just a few minutes ago. His demon face twitched and his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"You...you."
Jing Tianjinglong's eyes were calm and unwavering. With a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed down like a bolt of lightning.
Farewell.
The blade pierced through the ghostly shadow of Sukuna Oni. There was no blood, no screams, only a ball of blue ghost fire flickered violently in the air a few times before going out completely.
Sukuna-ki's demon face was frozen on a distorted expression, its mouth wide open and its eyes wide, as if a thousand words were stuck in its throat.
Before dying, Sukuna Oni had only one thought.
Suffocated!
It was a powerful demon named Sukana, who once roamed freely in the Sukana Mountain area, devouring countless people, and even the army could not do anything about it.
The results of it?
First, he was attacked by three stupid thieves who drew their swords.
Then Cui Ming used traps and bombing to utterly crush them.
Then, the verbal agreement of "joining forces" was betrayed by Ida Iryu.
Finally, he was chased and beaten up by a guy with no sportsmanship using a beam rifle.
Just when he was about to die, the one who finished him off was none other than Iida Iryu's old, broken sword from hundreds of years ago.
"I feel so frustrated."
The lingering resentment of Sukuna-ki dissipated in the air, turning into a wisp of green smoke that vanished upon the ruins of Mount Sukuna. (End of Chapter)