Meanwhile, at the instant Yanshi's body was blasted apart, the previously clear sky suddenly darkened, thick dark clouds blotting out the heavens and sun.
Then, torrential rain poured down like an overturned bucket, as though the entire world had been submerged by this sudden downpour.
By all reason, water and fire were incompatible. Such fierce rain should have greatly affected the flames on Yanshi's body, perhaps even extinguishing them.
Yet, surprisingly, that seemingly incompatible scene did not occur.
Not only did the flames on Yanshi's body show no sign of being extinguished or weakening, they instead grew even more vigorous beneath the rain, burning fiercely as if oil had been poured onto fire.
However, the lightning Madara had unleashed was not truly meant to strike Yanshi directly. It had another purpose.
The next instant, countless bolts of dazzling lightning poured down like rain, crashing directly onto his palm.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, he caught those violent bolts with effortless ease, as though they were nothing more than insignificant raindrops.
With a light tap of his fingers, the originally violent Sage Art Lightning Current was instantly dissociated into hydrogen and oxygen atoms. Under his control, those atoms rapidly rearranged and recombined like well-trained soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, an ultra-high-pressure liquid lightning current was born in his hand.
Madara watched the lightning current in his hand expressionlessly. With a slight movement of his fingers, it seemed to come alive, shooting from his hand like a surging torrent.
Wherever that lightning current passed, time itself seemed to stop flowing.
All matter before it became incomparably fragile, instantly electrolyzed and disintegrated into nothingness.
And Yanshi happened to stand directly in the path of that lightning current.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"
The raging flames enveloping Yanshi let out a series of extinguishing hisses