Keep Pleasing Me

Madara had already switched places with a Limbo Clone.

He arrived on Boshiki's side.

The other three Limbo Clones were relentlessly beating Boshiki.

They were truly beating him.

Other than counterattacking when he was struck, Boshiki could not even touch the Limbo Clones at any other time.

And two fists could not beat four hands, let alone eight.

After Madara opened his third Moon Eye, his Limbo Clones were not much different from his true body.

Boshiki was completely being beaten down, bouncing back and forth like a ball.

Yet Boshiki's recovery ability was astonishing. Even under such a beating—

Boshiki gradually managed to steady himself.

He kept moving back and forth, his arms raised defensively around his body.

Damn it, spatial and shadow abilities? Why are the bloodlines on this planet so diverse?

What level of Chakra Fruit could possibly have produced so many strange abilities?

During his earlier counterattacks, he had already realized that these were clones. Even when he struck them, it was completely useless.

He had also figured out what kind of ability Madara possessed, and his heart kept sinking.

Madara's true body keenly sensed that Ryoshiki's final strike was extremely powerful.

Moreover, Madara had the feeling that no matter which direction he dodged in, he would definitely be hit.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he switched places with a clone.

He was now the protector of the Shinobi World, and his younger brother Izuna was still alive.

No matter how much he loved fighting, he could not throw his life away.

Sure enough, the Limbo Clone had been killed in a single blow.

Though it was not yet his strongest defensive form, the Sage of Six Paths body was still immensely tough.

Yet that attack had instantly blasted a hole through its chest.

Moreover, Madara