The invisible force field around Minamoto Takuya was no simple defense. It was the Tenseigan's absolute dominion over the very nature of gravity.
After all, the Tenseigan was an existence capable of precisely controlling even the vast moon's orbital path. The level and finesse of its control over gravity had long since surpassed the realm of ninjutsu.
The gravitational fields created by a mere dozen or so Chibaku Tensei were, before a power capable of pulling celestial bodies, like trying to shake the sea with a stream—so small and laughable.
Layer upon layer of gravitational force stacked together, trying to tear Minamoto Takuya apart and drag him into that rocky tomb.
Yet Minamoto Takuya did not even need to resist deliberately. The Tenseigan, flowing with mysterious blue light, shifted slightly.
The terrifying gravity, powerful enough to rip a continent apart, seemed to slam into an impassable absolute barrier, and was completely erased into nothingness several feet from his body.
His robes did not stir. His figure did not move. It was as if he stood at the center of a storm, yet enjoyed absolute serenity.
Madara Uchiha's pupils contracted violently. The ultimate sealing technique he had unleashed with the full power of the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki could not even make his opponent move a single step!
This was no longer a gap in power. It was suppression on the level of rules themselves.
The battlefield fell into deathly silence. Only the rumble of the Chibaku Tensei tearing the earth apart echoed in vain, setting off the collapse of Madara's worldview.
Minamoto Takuya looked up at the dozen or so enormous stone spheres formed by the Chibaku Tensei, and a playful curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He could even do this. The Tenseigan in his right eye suddenly flashed