No matter how Isshiki Ōtsutsuki felt about it.
With no interference from Imu, the black-red energy in the sky grew denser and denser.
It began to slowly swirl into a vortex and rapidly expanded in size.
Soon, a thick, long white tentacle was the first to emerge from the spatial portal.
Then came a second, a third, and a fourth.
Afterward, a massive, deathly pale monster with a red Six-Tomoe Rinnegan on its head opened its bloodied maw and smoothly entered this desert of the Shinobi World.
It had not expected Isshiki to release it.
But Imu froze.
It was not because the Ten-Tails was white, but because this Ten-Tails seemed rather small.
Of course, objectively speaking, it was already enormous.
It looked to be sixty or seventy meters tall, roughly the same size as the Nine-Tails.
But that was precisely the problem. This was the Ten-Tails—how could it be about the same size as the Nine-Tails?!
For a moment, Imu fell into deep thought, digging through old memories in search of an answer.
Elsewhere.
Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's attention was wholly fixed on his Ten-Tails, and he failed to notice Imu's strange reaction at all.
Enduring the intense pain in his chest, he hurriedly flew to the Ten-Tails' side.
Ignoring its displeased gaze, he stretched out his right hand and began absorbing Chakra.
A stream of crimson energy flowed into Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's body like water.
His injuries rapidly healed, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
The reason he had kept this juvenile Ten-Tails with him was to supply himself with Chakra when necessary, while also serving as a war weapon to protect the Divine Tree.
Though it was still juvenile, it was considerably stronger than the Nine-Tails.
Naturally, its Tailed Beast Bomb was terrifyingly powerful as well.
One blast