Without a moment's hesitation, Obito let out a roar and activated the Uchiha Clan's forbidden jutsu.
The Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye suddenly blazed with a piercing red light. Chakra poured out like a breached dam. He forcibly maintained Kamui's half-activated state, allowing the power of space to pull at his body as he watched his Mangekyō Sharingan rapidly lose its luster. At the cost of one Mangekyō, he would turn every calamity threatening him into an illusory dream!
The next second, the Eight-Handled Sword came crashing down, striking the spot where Obito had just been hiding. Its terrifying energy erupted instantly, leveling the area and sweeping up the remains of Amegakure's buildings behind it, along with the earth and even the air, into a torrent of destruction.
The ground was cleaved open into an unfathomably deep chasm. Space on both sides of it crumbled and vanished, becoming nothingness.
"Damn it! What is that thing?!"
On higher ground not far away, Nagato Uzumaki stared at the terrifying giant through Deva Path Pain's vision. His chest heaved violently. Blood surged into his throat, but he forced it back down.
He had controlled the Six Paths of Pain for years and seen the Tailed Beasts' fury, as well as the peak strength of Kage Level warriors. But he had never felt so powerless. The enemy's power had surpassed everything the Shinobi World could comprehend, as if a god of destruction had descended upon the world.
But he had no choice.
Amegakure was his foundation, the last Pure Land where he could pursue his ideal of "peace." Even if certain death lay ahead, he had to stand up to it!
Nagato gritted his teeth, ignoring the agonizing pain in his chakra pathways as his chakra ran dry. He clenched his fists and frantically poured chakra into Deva Path Pain.
"Shinra Tensei!"
Deva Path Pain hovered in the air and thrust both hands forward. A tidal wave of repulsive force burst from his palms, a white torrent of chakra surging toward the energy blast from the Eight-Handled Sword with enough force to tear heaven and earth apart.
Where the repulsive force passed, the ground split, rocks flew backward, and even the air let out a piercing wail under the pressure.
Yet this all-out strike was as fragile as paper before Genki's power.
The energy blast from the Eight-Handled Sword instantly overwhelmed Shinra Tensei's repulsive force. The white torrent of chakra melted away like snow in a fire, while the unspent black energy surged straight toward Deva Path Pain and the remains of Amegakure behind him.
Having devoured Hagoromo Otsutsuki's soul and refined the souls of nearly ten million living beings, Genki had already undergone a complete transformation.
He was no longer an existence that could be defined by any known system of power. He was not a Six Paths Jinchuriki, yet he stood at the pinnacle of Six Paths Level.
Even against Kaguya Otsutsuki at the height of her power, he was entirely confident he could hold his own.
"Obito Uchiha!"
A roar filled with killing intent echoed across heaven and earth. The energy of the Eight-Handled Sword erupted fully, crushing Deva Path Pain's body into dust and reducing the ruins of Amegakure to nothingness.
A sea of blood mist drifted through the air. The villagers and shinobi of Amegakure who hadn't escaped in time were instantly vaporized without even a scream. Blood mingled with dust, forming a crimson canopy that pressed down on everything and made it hard to breathe.
The spot where Obito had hidden was cleaved open by the sword's energy, forming a vast spatial rift. Endless nothingness yawned within, radiating a terrifying force that devoured everything.
Under the effects of Izanagi, Obito himself reappeared on the scorched earth near the rift. He staggered and fell, blood pouring from the corner of his mouth.
"How is this possible?! What kind of monster is that?!"
Obito clutched his right eye and screamed in pain.
That strike had not only torn through physical space; it had instantly crushed and obliterated his Kamui Dimension as well!
The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye had completely lost its luster, turning cloudy and dull. That was the price of activating Izanagi: one precious Three-Tomoe Sharingan had been rendered completely useless.
He tremblingly raised his left hand. Beneath his eyepatch, his left eye had already been replaced with a new Three-Tomoe Sharingan, but now it held nothing but utter terror and despair.
"You're still alive?" Genki's cold voice sounded again. Susanoo Armor slowly turned around, raising the Eight-Handled Sword once more. The dark gold patterns along its blade gleamed ever brighter. "Then... how about this strike?!"
He looked at Obito, panting and battered, his eyes burning with killing intent and fury. His voice carried an undeniable will to destroy. "I told you! None of you are getting away! Every traitor has to die!
"Obito Uchiha! Are you ready?!
"I'll melt your soul completely into my Susanoo Armor!
"Along with Nohara Rin! I'll destroy you both completely!
"I'll travel to every parallel universe!
"No matter who you are, I'll kill you! Again and again!"
"You madman!" Obito sprang to his feet, glaring at Susanoo Armor with his blood-red Three-Tomoe Sharingan as he let out a frenzied roar. "I did this for the Shinobi World! The Eye of the Moon Plan was for the whole Shinobi World! You monster! You don't understand pain! You don't understand peace!"
"Peace?" Genki's voice dripped with mockery and icy contempt. "A bastard who can only hide in the shadows, numb himself with lies, and sacrifice others dares to talk about peace?! Die!"
With a roar, Genki drove Susanoo Armor into action again. The Eight-Handled Sword came crashing down on Obito with even more terrifying force than before.
Obito was scared out of his wits. He could only frantically summon more chakra as the Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye glowed red. He had no choice but to use Izanagi again and again. Even if he had to sacrifice every Sharingan he possessed, even if he ultimately went completely blind, he had to keep running for his life!
But before Susanoo Armor, tens of thousands of meters tall, his struggle was like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly futile.
Where the sword's shadow passed, the earth kept splitting and space continued to twist. Obito could only flee frantically along the edge of destruction, narrowly escaping each time. His injuries grew more severe, and his chakra rapidly ran dry.
Just then, an utterly hoarse roar suddenly burst from deep within the ruins: "Summoning Technique!! Moving Toilet!! (Ten-Tails)"
"RUMBLE!!!"
The earth shook violently as a huge fissure burst open in the ground. The Ten-Tails erupted from beneath the earth, thousands of meters tall, its massive body blotting out the sky. Its ten withered tails thrashed wildly, and a savage, primordial chakra aura radiated from it.
Nagato sat atop the Ten-Tails' head, covered in blood. His once-bright red hair had withered and yellowed, clinging to his pale cheeks. His Rinnegan were bloodshot, yet burned with utter fury and resolve.
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