That tiny Cursed Spirit was directly ground into wisps of scattering black vapor by Cursed Energy resembling a towering mountain.
The gray-brown Prison Realm, stained with blood and covered in countless eyeballs, began to hum and tremble spontaneously after being pierced by the tip of the blade, as if attempting to absorb and seal away the surging Cursed Energy.
Yet a sudden flash of faint blue light burst from the blade. Though it looked entirely devoid of menace, it reduced the Prison Realm enveloped within the light to fine powder, inch by inch.
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