Nagato Uzumaki! Dead!

The space around the massive sphere completely solidified, forming an invisible barrier that attempted to seal both the Susanoo Armor and the Ten-Tails within this "star."

"Slash!"

At Genki's command, the Susanoo Armor fiercely swung down the Eight-Handled Sword. The sword light that pierced heaven and earth instantly collided with the rocky sphere of Planetary Devastation.

"BOOM—!!!"

An explosion more deafening than every previous roar erupted. The entire ninja world shook violently. Mountains crumbled along the distant borders of the Land of Wind and the Land of Lightning, while towering tsunamis surged. Even Orochimaru, hiding deep within the forest, was hurled away by the terrifying shockwave, smashing heavily into a tree trunk and coughing up blood.

The instant the sword light collided with the massive sphere, cracks rapidly spread across its rocky surface, webbing over the entire orb like a spider's net.

Phantoms of countless souls surged from the blade, frantically devouring the sphere's stone and chains. Black energy poured into the sphere's core like a tide, instantly breaking down and consuming the Yin-Yang Chakra Nagato had infused into it.

"Pfft—!!!"

Nagato suffered a tremendous backlash. His body fell from the Ten-Tails' head like a kite with its string cut, crashing hard onto the scorched earth. The agony of his shattered meridians nearly made him lose consciousness.

He struggled to raise his head and watched as the sword light piercing heaven and earth completely split Planetary Devastation apart. The rocky sphere turned into countless fragments, and together with the chains, was swept away by the sword light's residual force and vanished into nothingness. The resolve in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.

Yet he still refused to give up.

Nagato tremblingly stretched out his hand, trying to control the Ten-Tails once more, but it had already been crushed by the Susanoo Armor's suppression and the aftershock of the sword light, barely clinging to life.

Its nine withered tails drooped to the ground, while the cracks in its head continued to widen. Black blood flowed over the scorched earth, pooling into a puddle. Its enormous body gradually lost even the strength to struggle, and it could only let out weak, mournful cries.

"Still not giving up?" Genki's gaze grew ever colder. The Susanoo Armor slowly released the massive hand pinning down the Ten-Tails' head and reached instead for Nagato, who had fallen to the ground.

The giant hand descended upon Nagato with terrifying pressure. The black energy in its palm was enough to refine both his body and soul.

"You... don't understand..." Nagato lay on the scorched earth and spoke with difficulty. His voice was hoarse and broken, yet filled with unshakable obsession. "Peace... even if... even if it has to be bought with destruction... it's still better than this endless war..."

"Peace?"

Genki's voice brimmed with mockery. The giant hand suddenly clenched, gripping Nagato's body tightly in its palm. "A peace built upon other people's lives, a salvation concealed by lies—how could that possibly be called peace? You and Obito are the same. You're both cowards! Too afraid to face the world's sins, so you try to flee from them through destruction!"

The black energy in his palm began eroding Nagato's body. Nagato's skin shriveled and withered at a visible rate, and the light of his Rinnegan gradually dimmed.

Yet he continued staring fixedly at Genki between the Susanoo Armor's brows, the last flames of fury burning in his eyes. "You... you're just a... monster consumed by hatred... You'll never... never find redemption..."

"Redemption?" Genki's gaze stalled slightly. The images of his mother Hazuki and his sister Izumi flashed through his mind, only to be replaced by even denser killing intent. "I don't need redemption! All I need is revenge! I just want every traitor, every person responsible for all this, to go to hell!"

As his words fell, Genki made the giant hand exert force. With a crack, Nagato's body was completely crushed, and his soul was consumed along with it by the black energy in the palm.

Before his death, the fury in Nagato's eyes completely went out, leaving behind only hollow sorrow—after pursuing peace for his entire life, it had ultimately still dissolved into nothing.

After dealing with Nagato, Genki turned his gaze once more toward Obito Uchiha, who had been driven into a corner.

At that moment, Obito had long lost his earlier frenzy. All that remained was utter fear and despair.

His left eye—the newly transplanted Three-Tomoe Sharingan—had completely lost its luster and turned murky and dull. To evade the sword light's aftershock just now, he had used Izanagi once again, and this Three-Tomoe Sharingan had been completely ruined as well.

Obito collapsed onto the scorched earth, both hands covering his empty eye sockets as blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

He had lost every Sharingan, lost the Kamui dimension, and lost every means of escape. Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, he could only wait for death to descend.

"Run. Why aren't you running anymore?" Genki's voice was piercingly cold as the Susanoo Armor slowly walked toward Obito. With every step it took, the earth shook violently. "Weren't you going to save the ninja world? Weren't you going to carry out the Eye of the Moon Plan? So why is there nothing left but fear now?"

Obito trembled from head to toe. His mouth opened, but no sound emerged. Fear swallowed him like a tide, and he did not even have the courage to look up at Genki.

Meanwhile, in the forest outside Amegakure, Orochimaru slowly climbed to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he watched everything on the battlefield with a complicated expression.

Nagato was dead, the Ten-Tails was near death, and Obito had been driven to the brink. That pitch-black giant figure had become an invincible existence.

The fear in his heart deepened, but at the same time, his covetousness for that terrifying power burned even hotter.

"What... astonishing power..." Orochimaru licked his lips. His slit-pupiled eyes locked tightly onto the Susanoo Armor, and a trace of crazed curiosity flashed through them. "Soul Devour... surpassing the Six Paths... If such power... could be mine..."

He unconsciously took a step toward the battlefield, but after only two steps, he felt a terrifying pressure lock onto him—it was Genki!

Orochimaru's entire body stiffened, and he stopped instantly. Cold sweat once again soaked through his robes.

He could clearly feel that gaze from between the Susanoo Armor's brows piercing through the forest like a sharp sword, pinning him in place with undisguised killing intent.

"Get lost."

That simple word, carrying the might of destruction, reached Orochimaru's ears.

Orochimaru's expression changed drastically. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned into a black shadow and fled madly into the depths of the forest—he knew that he was no match for Genki now. If he stayed, he would only die without a trace, just like Nagato and Obito.

Having dealt with Orochimaru, that insignificant bystander, Genki turned his gaze back to Obito.

The Susanoo Armor slowly crouched down. Its massive hand reached for Obito, black energy gradually gathering in its palm as it prepared to completely refine his soul and let him be utterly annihilated in endless pain.