The Tenseigan's Quickening

This region of the moon seemed enveloped by an aura of death. Beneath the black sky, even the stars had hidden away, afraid to face the terror that was about to descend.

The Otsutsuki Clan members had once lived peacefully on this land. They had built their homes across this vast region of the moon and enjoyed peace and tranquility.

Yet now, they felt fear unlike anything they had ever known.

At this moment, the Blacklight Virus unleashed its most terrifying skill—Myriad Tentacles: End All.

These tendrils were like demonic arms crawling out from the depths of hell. Their appearance plunged the entire world into darkness and despair.

Their length could not be measured, and their number could not be counted. Like black vines, they danced through the air and spread outward, mercilessly devouring everything around them.

The tips of these tendrils carried deadly poison. A mere touch was enough to instantly consume a life form.

They seemed to possess lives of their own, constantly twisting and stretching as they dragged everything nearby into their grasp.

They danced through the air like a black storm, sweeping across the entire moon and leaving no creature anywhere to flee.

The Otsutsuki Clan members desperately tried to escape, but their struggles were futile.

Those tendrils seemed to possess inexhaustible power. No matter how hard they fought, they could not break free from their restraints. Their bodies were tightly entangled, as though trapped in an inescapable web of evil.

"Run! Run!"

Someone shouted, but their voice was quickly drowned out by the Myriad Tendrils. The tendrils surged forward like waves, submerging everyone within them. They moved so fast that no one could evade them, forced to watch helplessly as they closed in.

The tendrils continued to coil and tighten until everyone was wrapped tightly