Amegakure's Destruction!

Without the slightest hesitation, Obito roared as he activated the Uchiha clan's forbidden jutsu.

The Mangekyo Sharingan in his right eye suddenly erupted with a dazzling red light, and his Chakra surged out like a breached dam. While he forcibly maintained the half-activated state of Kamui, allowing the spatial distortion to tear at his body, he watched his Mangekyo Sharingan rapidly lose its luster—at the cost of one Mangekyo, all misfortunes detrimental to himself would be transformed into illusory dreams!

The next second, the Eight-Handled Sword descended with a roar, precisely striking the spot where Obito had just been hiding. A terrifying energy instantly erupted, not only leveling the area but also engulfing the remaining Amegakure structures, land, and even the air behind it into a destructive torrent.

The ground was cleaved by a bottomless chasm, and the space on either side of the chasm continuously collapsed and annihilated, turning into nothingness.

"Damn it! What is this thing?!"

On a highland not far away, Nagato, through the vision of Deva Path Pain, stared intently at the terrifying giant silhouette. His chest heaved violently, and a mouthful of blood uncontrollably surged to his throat, which he forcefully swallowed back down.

He had controlled the Six Paths of Pain for many years, witnessed the ferocity of the Tailed Beasts and the peak combat power of Kage-level experts, but he had never felt so powerless as he did now—the opponent's power had surpassed all understanding in the ninja world, as if it were a god of destruction descended upon the mortal realm.

But he had no choice.

Amegakure was his foundation, the last pure land for realizing his ideal of "peace." Even if it meant facing certain death, he had to stand up!

Nagato gritted his teeth, ignoring the excruciating pain in his meridians from Chakra depletion, and clenched his fists tightly, frantically pouring Chakra into Deva Path Pain.

"Almighty Push—!"

Deva Path Pain hovered in the air, pushing forward with both hands. A sky-piercing repulsive force erupted from his palms like a tsunami. A torrent of white Chakra, carrying the might to tear the heavens and earth, slammed towards the energy impact of the Eight-Handled Sword.

Wherever the repulsive force passed, the ground cracked, debris flew backward, and even the air was compressed to emit a piercing wail.

However, this all-out attack was as fragile as paper in the face of Genki's power.

The energy impact of the Eight-Handled Sword instantly shattered the repulsive force of Almighty Push. The white torrent of Chakra rapidly dissolved like ice and snow meeting fire, and the undiminished dark energy surged directly towards Deva Path Pain and Amegakure behind him.

Having devoured the soul of Hagoromo Otsutsuki and refined the souls of nearly ten million living beings, Genki had completely transformed.

He was no longer an existence that could be defined by any known power system. He was not a Six Paths Jinchuriki, yet he stood at the apex of the Six Paths level.

He was fully confident that he could contend even with Kaguya Otsutsuki in her prime.

"Obito Uchiha!"

A roar filled with killing intent echoed through the heavens and earth. The energy of the Eight-Handled Sword erupted completely, crushing Deva Path Pain's body into ashes, along with the remnants of the entire Amegakure, turning it all into nothingness.

A sky full of blood mist scattered in the air. Those Amegakure villagers and ninjas who couldn't escape in time were instantly vaporized without even a scream. Their blood mixed with dust, forming a scarlet sky that was suffocatingly oppressive.

The location where Obito had been hiding was directly cleaved by the sword energy, creating a massive spatial rift. The depths of the rift were an endless void, emitting a terrifying suction force that devoured everything.

And Obito himself, under the effect of Izanagi, appeared in a disheveled state on the scorched earth not far from the rift, stumbling and falling, with a large amount of blood oozing from his lips.

"How is this possible?! What kind of monster is this?!"

Obito clutched his right eye, letting out a pained roar.

That sword strike not only tore through real space but also instantly crushed and annihilated his Kamui dimension!

The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye had completely lost its luster and become murky—that was the price of activating Izanagi. A precious Three-Tomoe Sharingan was completely ruined.

He tremblingly raised his left hand. The left eye beneath the eye patch had already been replaced with a new Three-Tomoe Sharingan, but at this moment, only extreme terror and despair remained in that eye.

"You survived?" Genki's indifferent voice sounded again. The Susanoo Armor slowly turned around, and the Eight-Handled Sword was raised high once more, its dark gold patterns on the blade becoming even more brilliant. "Then... how about this sword?!"

He looked at the panting, disheveled Obito, the killing intent and rage in his eyes almost burning. His voice carried an undeniable will of destruction: "I said it! None of you will escape! All traitors must die!

Obito Uchiha! Are you ready?!

I will completely melt your soul into my Susanoo Armor!

Along with Rin Nohara! Utter destruction!

I will travel to all parallel universes!

No matter who it is! I will kill you once! And again!"

"You madman!" Obito suddenly stood up, his scarlet Three-Tomoe Sharingan fixed on the Susanoo Armor, letting out a frenzied roar. "I did it for the ninja world! The Moon Eye Plan is for the entire ninja world! You monster! You don't understand pain! You don't understand peace!"

"Peace?" Genki's voice was filled with mockery, carrying a bone-chilling coldness. "A bastard who only dares to hide in dark corners, numbing himself with lies and sacrificing others! You dare speak of peace?! Die!"

With a roar, Genki once again activated the Susanoo Armor. The Eight-Handled Sword, with even more terrifying might than before, slashed down fiercely towards Obito.

Obito was terrified out of his wits and could only frantically activate his Chakra again. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye glowed red—he had no choice but to repeatedly use Izanagi, even if it meant sacrificing all his Sharingan, even if he would eventually go completely blind, he had to desperately escape!

But before the Susanoo Armor, tens of thousands of meters high, his struggle was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Where the sword shadow passed, the ground continuously cracked, and space was constantly distorted. Obito could only desperately flee at the edge of destruction, narrowly escaping each time. His injuries grew heavier, and his Chakra rapidly depleted.

Just then, an extremely hoarse roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the ruins: "Summoning Jutsu!! Moving Toilet!! (Ten-Tails)"

"Rumble—!!!"

The earth shook violently, a massive crack exploded from the ground, and the Ten-Tails, thousands of meters high, burst out of the earth. Its colossal body blotted out the sky, its ten withered tails thrashing wildly, exuding a ferocious and primal aura of Chakra.

Nagato, covered in blood, sat on the head of the Ten-Tails. His once bright red hair had turned withered and yellow, clinging to his pale face. The Rinnegan in his eyes were bloodshot but burned with extreme rage and determination.