Chapter 141: The Salt King!

"I'll leave the rest to you, Asuramaru."

Between Asuramaru and Sukuna, Yuji Itadori chose Asuramaru without hesitation.

Even if that choice meant death.

Even if handing himself to Asuramaru carried a far greater chance of his body breaking apart, Yuji was still unwilling to choose Sukuna.

Mahoraga's fists continued falling.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Each impact drove Yuji deeper into the earth. The dull sound echoed across the battlefield, striking the hearts of everyone watching like a drumbeat.

Sukuna could not understand what Yuji was waiting for.

"Brat!" he snapped. "Do you want to die here? Hand me your body, now!"

The first one who could not sit still was Aoi Todo.

"Wait for me, best friend!"

He stepped forward, ready to charge in.

Kamo Noritoshi immediately reached out to stop him.

"Going over now is suicide! All we can do is hope Satoru Gojo arrives faster!"

The moment he finished speaking, the Curtain covering the sky shattered with a thunderous crash.

Light poured in.

Above everyone, a figure appeared in the air and looked down over the battlefield with calm blue eyes.

Satoru Gojo had arrived.

His Six Eyes swept across the scene. The moment he saw Megumi Fushiguro, he roughly understood what had happened.

"So he summoned Mahoraga?" Gojo murmured. "That's a little troublesome."

His tone made it sound as though Mahoraga was not truly a serious problem.

But then his gaze landed on Yuji, who was being beaten into the ground.

Gojo's expression changed at once.

His aura erupted.

He was about to move.

Before he could act, Yuji Itadori, buried deep in the crater, finally moved.

Inside his mind, Asuramaru's voice rang out.

"Now then..."

A faint smile touched his tone.

"It's time for a change."

Pitch-black Demon Power exploded outward.

The surge blasted Mahoraga away, along with everything near Yuji. Dirt, broken stone, torn roots, and shattered trees were thrown into the air as dust swallowed the entire area.

The sudden change drew every gaze.

For several seconds, no one could see through the haze.

Then a figure slowly walked out from within the dust.

It was clearly Yuji Itadori.

But the Demonization state had vanished.

Only Ittō Shura remained active.

Even so, the pressure radiating from him had reached a level no one had felt from Yuji before. It was deeper, darker, and far more terrifying.

The one occupying Yuji's body was no longer Yuji.

Asuramaru raised his head and looked toward Mahoraga.

"It's been a long time since I handled things personally."

At the same time, the system's notification rang in his mind.

[Ding! Yuji Itadori's body lacks the required special organs. In its current state, the body can sustain the horn for a maximum of 20 seconds. Exceeding this limit will cause both body and spirit to collapse. Please use with caution!]

Hearing the prompt, the corner of Asuramaru's mouth lifted slightly.

He raised his gem-like crimson eyes and looked up at Gojo in the sky.

Their gazes met for a moment.

Gojo smiled helplessly.

In the distance, Kenjaku and the others also noticed the change.

With one glance, Kenjaku was certain.

The one controlling the body was not Sukuna.

It was not Yuji Itadori either.

It was Asuramaru.

Come, then.

Let me witness the power of a legendary god.

Jogo and the others leaned closer to the projection, curiosity and wariness mingling in their eyes.

Even Sukuna's attention was completely drawn in.

This was the first time Asuramaru had personally possessed Yuji's body.

At that moment, every gaze was fixed on him.

Mahoraga rushed forward.

Asuramaru looked at the Shikigami and smiled faintly.

Let's test the horn first.

A partial activation should be enough. Whether this body can withstand a full activation is still uncertain.

Power awakened.

In the next instant, one of Yuji's eyes turned blood-red.

A trail of bloody tears slowly flowed from the corner of that eye and slid down his cheek.

An indescribably terrifying Demon Power erupted around him, spreading outward like a black tide and swallowing everything nearby.

Asuramaru let out a low roar.

A massive amount of Demon Power burst from his back, spreading behind him in branch-like patterns, like wings stripped of feathers.

The sword in his hand dissolved.

In its place appeared Asuramaru's true form.

At the same time, Asuramaru could clearly feel Yuji's body screaming.

Every second, flesh, bone, and spirit endured a power they were never meant to carry.

Mahoraga charged through the pressure.

Under everyone's gaze, Asuramaru held the sword with one hand and slashed.

Endless Demon Power poured from the sword.

The eruption resembled Getsuga Tensho, but its scale was monstrous.

A black slash dozens of meters high devoured everything in front of it, swallowing Mahoraga whole.

The slash continued for nearly a thousand meters before gradually fading.

When it finally dispersed, a thousand-meter trench had been carved through the ground.

A wide path had been forcibly cut through the forest.

At the end of that scar, Mahoraga still stood.

It had already adapted to Demon Power to a certain extent from its earlier battle with Yuji.

Even so, that one slash had nearly annihilated its entire body.

Only scraps remained.

Yet from those scraps, Mahoraga regenerated in an instant.

Asuramaru lowered the sword.

Even though it had only been a casual swing, he could feel the cost clearly.

That single slash had consumed five thousand Demon Power.

No joke.

Above, Gojo looked at the destruction carved through the forest.

In terms of concentrated power, that attack might be slightly below Hollow Purple.

But the area of destruction was far larger.

And more importantly...

Was that just a casual swing?

Kenjaku also saw it.

Yet he did not believe this was Asuramaru's true strength.

After all, this was a legendary god.

Such an existence should not have only this much power.

Asuramaru, however, was focused on Yuji's body.

It should be able to withstand a complete horn activation.

There was no need to waste time.

He sheathed the sword.

[Ding! Only 11 seconds remain before Sword Master Yuji Itadori's body collapses!]

Asuramaru ignored the warning.

He sank into the depths of his consciousness and found the golden horn waiting there.

He took it in his hand.

Then he brought it to his lips and blew.

"Wuuu..."

Outside, a towering vortex of fire erupted around Yuji Itadori.

The flames surged upward for a thousand meters, twisting into the sky like a pillar connecting heaven and earth.

At the center of the flames, Yuji's body transformed drastically.

A pair of pitch-black wings grew from his back, intricate and orderly, like withered branches spreading into the air.

Yuji raised both hands and covered his face.

Then he slowly lowered them.

All expression had vanished.

What replaced it was a divine, indifferent gaze.

His pupils had turned pale gold.

The surrounding sclera had become pure black.

Asuramaru placed his right hand over the left side of his chest.

His voice carried neither anger nor excitement.

Only judgment.

"It's over."

He swept his hand forward.

"Scum who have offended me, become pillars of salt."

In the next instant, a towering tidal wave rose before him.

It surged forward like a tsunami.

But it was not water.

It was white salt.

Wherever the white salt passed, all things were assimilated.

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