Nagato Uzumaki's Fury

"You... what have you... done—!!!"

Nagato's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with heart-rending pain.

He looked at Amegakure beneath his feet, now completely reduced to nothingness, at the innocent lives that had been destroyed, and the fury and despair in his heart finally erupted.

Ignoring the agonizing pain of his ruptured meridians and the crisis of his life force nearing its end, he pressed his hands together. The Rinnegan erupted with blinding blue light. "Almighty Push!!"

A repulsive force several times stronger than before erupted simultaneously from the Ten-Tails and Nagato. A white torrent of Chakra poured down like an overturned sky, crashing fiercely into the Susanoo Armor.

At the same time, Nagato controlled the Ten-Tails, driving its enormous feet forward as it charged at the Black Susanoo Armor with world-destroying force—even if it was crushed to pieces, he would stop this monster!

Genki watched the charging Ten-Tails and Nagato without the slightest surprise in his eyes, only icy indifference.

He controlled the Susanoo Armor, neither dodging nor evading, and took the full force of the Almighty Push head-on.

The repulsive force slammed into Susanoo's armor with a deafening boom, yet it only made the giant's body pause slightly. It could not even leave a single scratch.

Then, Susanoo suddenly reached out with its massive hand, seized the Ten-Tails by the head, and brutally slammed it into the ground.

"Boom—!"

The Ten-Tails' head smashed into the earth, making the entire ground quake violently as rubble and bloody mist filled the sky.

Genki's voice pierced through the clamor and reached Nagato's ears, carrying a strange blend of pity and brutality. "Do you hate it? Good. You should!

This life of yours, controlled by others! What meaning is there in living?!

This world itself is a mistake!

Which one of us isn't a butcher?!"

"Rumble—!!!"

The several-thousand-meter-tall Ten-Tails struggled madly, its nine tails lashing frantically against the Susanoo Armor with deafening collisions.

But unfortunately, this Ten-Tails had long since been stripped of the core of its tailed beast Chakra. It could only rely on Nagato's own Chakra for support and could not unleash even a fraction of its original terrifying power.

No matter how desperately Nagato poured Chakra into it, the Ten-Tails' struggles still could not shake the Susanoo Armor in the slightest.

But Nagato did not care about any of that.

He looked at the ruins beneath his feet, at the lives that had perished, and only resolve remained in his eyes.

He pressed his hands together once more. Yin-Yang Chakra gathered and spun wildly in his palms, gradually condensing into a pitch-black singularity. The space around it warped completely, radiating a terrifying suction force that devoured everything.

"Planetary Devastation!"

At the same time, within the shadowy depths of a dense forest outside Amegakure, a slender figure stood silently, watching the earth-shaking battle ahead. Even the motion of licking his lips had become stiff.

Orochimaru wore the black robes of the Akatsuki Organization. There was none of his usual mockery on his pale face, only extreme wariness and a trace of barely perceptible fear.

His slit-pupiled eyes stared fixedly at the Black Susanoo Armor, tens of thousands of meters tall. His body tensed instinctively, and chills ran down his back.

"Th-this... is this really a human?"

The sinister voice squeezed from his throat, trembling uncontrollably.

He had once mocked the Third Hokage's stubborn conservatism and Konoha's refusal to change. But when he learned that Konoha had been reduced to nothingness overnight, and then witnessed this apocalyptic scene before him, he finally realized that the world Konoha had once protected had gone completely mad.

Orochimaru slowly clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. Complex emotions flashed through his eyes—fear, curiosity, and a trace of covetousness toward that terrifying power.

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying mockery and lingering fear. "Old man... Third Hokage! It looks like you've truly made a complete mess of things... You created a monster like this... Now, the entire ninja world is finished..."

On the battlefield ahead, the black hole of Planetary Devastation continued to expand as it pressed fiercely toward the Susanoo Armor;

The Susanoo Armor still pinned the Ten-Tails' head firmly to the ground, while the Eight-Handled Sword slowly rose once more;

And Obito Uchiha, fleeing in disarray, had already been driven into a corner. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his left eye had begun to emit a murky glow—a final battle concerning the survival of the ninja world, revenge, and obsession was intensifying amid this blood-and-fire-covered wasteland.

"Planetary Devastation—!"

Nagato's roar nearly drained the last of his strength. His chest heaved violently as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin and dripping onto the Ten-Tails' rough skin, blooming into dazzling flowers of blood.

The black hole in his palm expanded at terrifying speed, its diameter instantly spreading to several thousand meters. The surrounding space warped into an extreme curve. Rubble, bloody mist, and even scattered fragments of souls were forcibly dragged toward it, gathering at its core like a swarm of bees.

Within only a few breaths, a colossal cracked stone sphere formed at the black hole's core. Pitch-black chains coiled around its surface, their ends connected to countless pieces of rubble that resembled tiny stars floating in midair. With the force to devour everything, it crashed fiercely toward the Black Susanoo Armor.

The air along its path was completely sucked away, forming a terrifying vacuum. Even light was swallowed by the enormous sphere. Between heaven and earth, only this "star" of destruction remained, facing off against the pitch-black giant shadow that blotted out the sky below.

"Hmph. A futile struggle."

Genki's cold voice pierced through the battlefield's din. The massive hand of Susanoo, which held the Ten-Tails' head down, tightened slightly. With a crack, the Ten-Tails' skull split apart. Black blood gushed out and splattered across Susanoo's armor, only to be instantly devoured and refined by the dark-gold patterns.

Then, he controlled Susanoo as it slowly raised its other hand. The Eight-Handled Sword was lifted high once again. Upon its blade, the phantom forms of countless souls writhed and wailed madly. Pitch-black energy intertwined with dark-gold patterns, transforming into a sword beam that pierced heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, space itself shattered directly into nothingness.

"Roar—!!!"

The Ten-Tails let out a despairing roar in unbearable pain. Its nine withered tails lashed at Susanoo's torso with all their strength. Every strike could shatter mountains and rip apart the earth, yet when they landed on Susanoo's armor, they left only fleeting white marks.

Watching the Ten-Tails suffer, the rage in Nagato's eyes intensified. He suddenly bit through his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The blood essence fell upon the Rinnegan, instantly making those bloodshot eyes erupt with an even more dazzling blue light—he was burning the very source of his life in exchange for greater power!

"Planetary Devastation: Absolute Seal!"

Following Nagato's furious roar, the stone sphere of Planetary Devastation abruptly accelerated. The chains on its surface extended wildly like countless venomous snakes, wrapping toward the Susanoo Armor's limbs.