Meanwhile, the battle raging in midair had reached a fever pitch. Uchiha Genki controlled the Black Susanoo Armor, which towered tens of thousands of meters high like a dark war god standing between heaven and earth. Every swing of its sword carried the force to destroy the world, driving Hagoromo Otsutsuki's sky-blue Susanoo Armor back step by step, leaving him no chance to fight back.
The Eight-Handled Sword in the Black Susanoo's hand was like a scythe of death under Genki's control. Every slash came wrapped in chakra so violently intense that the air was torn apart, letting out a piercing hiss. Even space rippled with faint distortions.
"Clang—!" The golden and black blades clashed again with a violent impact. The sky-blue Susanoo Armor was knocked back several thousand meters by the tremendous force, its feet carving deep trenches of energy through the air. Another jagged crack appeared in its sacred armor, and golden chakra blood gushed from the wound, falling like a string of broken beads.
Hagoromo's face was already as pale as paper, fine beads of sweat covering his brow. The Six Paths chakra around him churned violently. He had clearly used every ounce of his strength.
He gripped the Golden Longsword tightly, his arm trembling slightly from the force of the impacts. The sky-blue Susanoo's wings had also been badly damaged in the earlier clashes, and the once-gentle glow of its chakra had grown dim and feeble.
"Just what... kind of terrifying power do you possess...?" Hagoromo's voice was hoarse and strained. His Rinnegan glowed purple with stunned disbelief and grave concern. He was the progenitor of the Shinobi World and wielded Six Paths Power, yet under the assault of this otherworldly boy, even standing his ground had become impossibly difficult.
"Your power is too weak." Uchiha