Continuing the Pursuit

"BOOM--!!!"

A roar far exceeding the destruction of the Land of Fire and the Land of Water shook heaven and earth, as if the entire ninja world trembled under this single blow.

The instant the giant hand pressed down, all structures in the Land of Rain—whether bustling towns, humble villages, or the Akatsuki Organization's secret bases and Pain's temple—shattered and collapsed in an instant.

Hard rock crumbled like tofu, muddy earth was forcibly compressed then disintegrated into dust, and raindrops suspended in the air instantly evaporated into white mist, dissipating along with the moisture in the air.

In just a moment, the Land of Rain, once shrouded in perpetual rain, was reduced to scorched ruins.

The ground was littered with shattered building debris and congealed bloodstains. The continuous rain had vanished, replaced by smoke and dust filling the air and an aura of destruction.

Countless lives perished without any power to resist under this strike. The moment their souls left their bodies, they were instantly absorbed and refined by the energy radiating from the Susanoo Armor, becoming part of Genki's power.

The entire Land of Rain, from prosperity to deathly silence, was a matter of a flick of the wrist.

Deep within the ruins, in a hidden underground secret chamber, Obito Uchiha leaned against the wall, tending to his injuries.

The wounds from Genki's sword energy wave had not yet healed, his internal chakra was still in turbulent flux, and his entire body still felt a piercing pain.

Suddenly, violent tremors and a terrifying energy shockwave penetrated the chamber walls, causing the entire room to shake violently, with broken stones constantly falling from above.

Obito's head shot up, his face instantly turning as pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably. This energy... it was that monster! How could he have found this place?!

He endured the excruciating pain of his injuries, struggling to crawl to the chamber's ventilation shaft and peer out through the narrow gap.

Upon seeing the colossal, sky-obscuring black Susanoo Armor standing above the ruins, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with extreme terror and despair.

It was a bone-chilling fear, more intense than the last time he was locked onto by sword energy—the opponent's power had grown even stronger!

Destroying an entire country had taken only one blow!

Obito clamped his hand tightly over his mouth, daring not to make the slightest sound, even his breathing becoming cautious.

He could clearly feel the oppressive aura emanating from the Susanoo Armor engulfing the entire ruin like a tide; any slight disturbance could be detected by the opponent.

He currently lacked the strength to even activate Kamui to escape, forced to lie low in the secret chamber like a startled mouse, praying he wouldn't be discovered.

Meanwhile, on a high ground elsewhere in the ruins, the Six Paths of Pain stood in formation.

Deva Path Pain hovered at the forefront, his black and white Rinnegan fixed on the black Susanoo Armor above, his face expressionless, but the turbulent chakra around him betrayed his grave inner thoughts.

The five Paths of Pain behind him tensed their bodies, ready for battle, their Rinnegan flashing with vigilance.

Deep within the secret chamber, Nagato Uzumaki saw the terrifying colossal figure through the Paths' vision, his brow furrowed, his hands clenched tightly.

He could clearly feel the terrifying nature of the opponent's power, a power far beyond his comprehension, more ferocious than the power of the Tailed Beasts, and more profound than the power of a Kage-level expert.

Just the oppressive aura alone caused his chakra control over the Paths to falter.

"Who... who exactly is this guy?" Nagato's voice carried a barely perceptible tremor.

He had created the Akatsuki Organization to realize his ideal of "peace," but the being before him was destroying the world in the most brutal way.

He could sense that the opponent's target didn't seem to be himself, but this power that destroyed everything had threatened his plan.

The black Susanoo Armor above slowly lowered its head. Genki's eerie eyes, transcending all, scanned the ruins below, his gaze like radar precisely probing every corner.

He could clearly sense two special chakra fluctuations within the ruins—one was the Obito Uchiha he had been searching for, and the other was the Rinnegan chakra belonging to the Six Paths of Pain and Nagato Uzumaki.

A cold arc curved on Genki's lips. Controlling the Susanoo Armor, he slowly raised its foot and, towards the direction of the secret chamber where Obito was hiding, slowly brought it down.

Black winds swept across the ruins of Amegakure. The tens of thousands of meters tall Susanoo Armor slowly raised its hand, and the Eight-Handled Sword, adorned with dark gold patterns, rose with it. The blade sliced through the sky, tearing a ferocious rift in the clouds.

On the sword's body, illusions of countless souls flowed and roared. Every inch of metal exuded a chill capable of freezing time and space. The shadow cast by the thousands of meters long blade completely enveloped the remnants of Amegakure, not even a sliver of sunlight could penetrate it.

Uchiha Genki's eyes were embedded in the Susanoo's brow. Those eerie eyes, transcending all, were like poisoned swords, fixedly locked onto Obito Uchiha's hidden location. His killing intent was like an erupting volcano, almost breaking through the Susanoo's restraint, transforming into tangible blades to inflict Lingchi upon the opponent.

"We meet again! Uchiha Obito!"

A hoarse voice, carrying the power of spatial distortion, echoed through every corner of the ruins. Each word was like a red-hot iron brand, searing Obito's heart.

The killing intent in that voice was undisguised, a ferocity accumulated from countless hatreds and the devouring of millions of souls, a resolute determination to return from hell for vengeance—

Destroying this world was a trivial matter to him, but he specifically wanted Obito to slowly swallow the bitter fruit of death amidst extreme despair.

"Are you ready? I've returned from hell!"

Before his voice even faded, Genki, without the slightest hesitation, willed it. In an instant, the tens of thousands of meters tall Susanoo Armor exerted its full force. The Eight-Handled Sword, carrying world-destroying might, fiercely slashed down towards Obito's hiding place.

Before the blade even landed, the earth below began to crackle and split frantically. Space was forcibly distorted and stretched, emitting "sizzling" tearing sounds. Countless fine spatial rifts rotated around the blade like greedy mouths, waiting to devour everything.

"How is this possible!"

Obito Uchiha hid in a crevice of the ruins, watching the sky-obscuring sword shadow descend. His scalp tingled, and an ingrained fear instantly swept through his entire body. Cold sweat instantly soaked his robes.

He subconsciously channeled the chakra within his body. The Mangekyo Sharingan in his right eye glowed with a scarlet halo. As spatial ripples were about to spread around him, an instinctive premonition of death exploded in his mind like thunder—I can't dodge!

Kamui's dimension couldn't withstand this attack! Entering it meant death!

"Izanagi!"