Charge With Me! Into Destruction!

"Ah--!!! Hahahaha--!!!"

The extreme pain and despair completely shattered his last shred of sanity.

In an instant, madness, like a tidal wave, completely engulfed Uchiha Genki!

He curled up on the ground, letting out cries of the utmost agony while simultaneously erupting into hysterical laughter.

His laughter was laced with tears of blood, with collapse, with endless self-mockery, echoing madly in the vast, dead silence of the Uchiha compound, sounding particularly grim and terrifying.

Tears mixed with blood continuously welled up in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and pooling on the ground into patches of crimson.

The Mangekyo Sharingan, which had just evolved into its six-magatama form, was now bloodshot, its pupils flickering with a light interwoven with madness and despair, devoid of any of its previous resolve.

Protection? What a huge joke!

He was merely a sinner who had personally buried all his hopes!

"This world! It shouldn't exist at all!"

Uchiha Genki's roar was like a steel needle dipped in poison, piercing the silent night sky, each word carrying heart-wrenching pain and madness.

His throat was already soaked with blood and tears, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, yet he still roared with all his might, the madness in his eyes almost solidifying: "This hypocritical world! This cruel world! You say it's wrong from the start—it is wrong! You say this is hell—it is hell!!"

The moment his voice fell, the pitch-black Susanoo Armor behind him suddenly raised a giant hand and, with a casual grab, seized several White Zetsu who had miraculously survived and were attempting a sneak attack in its palm.

Without the slightest pause, the Susanoo Armor's fingers tightened abruptly. With a dull "splat," the White Zetsu's bodies were instantly crushed into a bloody pulp, crimson fluid dripping from between the Susanoo Armor's fingers, splashing onto the bluestone slabs and creating fine blood spray.

The deep pain in his soul continued to surge, like countless sharp knives repeatedly twisting and cutting, yet Uchiha Genki seemed not to feel it. Instead, he staggered to his feet and let out a hysterical laugh, tilting his head back.

His hair, matted with blood and tears, clung to his cheeks, his features distorted beyond recognition. His laughter was filled with the madness of destroying everything: "Hahahaha--!! Since it's wrong! Then let me... drag this world into hell with my own hands!! Hahaha--!!"

Not far away, Itachi Uchiha stared intently at the figure who had completely lost his mind, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He could clearly sense the terrifyingly surging Chakra emanating from Genki, as well as the chilling aura from the nearly ten thousand hollow soul bodies behind him. That power far surpassed his understanding, making every nerve in his body taut to the extreme.

"Damn it... this power... it's too bizarre..." he gritted his teeth, his crimson Mangekyo Sharingan locked onto Genki, his fingertips trembling slightly, ready to activate his Dojutsu again at any moment.

Just then, a black figure suddenly appeared beside Itachi. It was Obito Uchiha, who had just arrived.

He wore a spiral-patterned mask, revealing only one crimson Sharingan. His gaze fell gravely on the frenzied Genki in the distance and the massive group of souls behind him, and he said in a deep voice, "What's going on? What's with this guy?"

Itachi glanced at him sideways, his tone cold, with a hint of imperceptible vigilance, "Aren't you Uchiha Madara? Don't you know?!"

In his view, the "Madara" before him had orchestrated all of this, so there was no reason for him not to know about Genki's change.

Obito's voice remained calm, betraying no emotion, "I was just dealing with the remnants of the Police Force, I didn't have time to pay attention here."

His gaze lingered on Genki for a moment. The brow beneath his mask furrowed slightly, clearly caught off guard by a situation that exceeded his expectations.

"Heheheh--!!"

A burst of frenzied laughter rang out again, interrupting their conversation.

Uchiha Genki slowly lowered his head. The Special Mangekyo Sharingan, formed by six interlocking magatama, suddenly opened. The patterns in his pupils spun rapidly, and a surging pupil power swept out like a tsunami. The air itself distorted, rippling, and even the surrounding space trembled slightly!

The next second, a drastic change occurred!

The pitch-black Susanoo Armor, which was originally only thirty to forty meters tall, suddenly erupted with an even more intense black halo.

Thick, pitch-black energy flowed rapidly along the Susanoo Armor's body like boiling lava, gradually solidifying into armor covered in ferocious patterns, tightly encasing its entire form.

Its originally slender thirty-meter frame began to swell and grow at a visible rate!

Itachi Uchiha and Obito Uchiha froze in place, their expressions shifting from shock to bewilderment. Their breathing stopped at that moment.

They watched with their own eyes as the pitch-black Susanoo Armor slowly grew sturdy legs, firmly planting itself on the ground, shaking the entire Uchiha compound;

A pair of colossal wings, capable of obscuring the sky, unfurled from its back. The edges of the wings shimmered with a faint black light, casting a massive shadow under the blood-red moonlight, almost covering half the night sky!

Finally, an Ultimate Complete Body Susanoo, a thousand meters tall, appeared before their eyes!

The head of the Susanoo Armor wore a ferocious Tengu mask, its cracks glowing with a scarlet light, its face hidden within;

The sky-obscuring wings flapped slowly, stirring up gusts of wind that made the surrounding houses sway precariously;

At its waist hung an Eight-Handled Sword hundreds of meters long, its blade inscribed with ancient and bizarre patterns. Just hanging there, it exuded a suffocating pressure.

And Uchiha Genki's figure stood atop the head of this ultimate Susanoo, still in his blood-soaked, berserk-like state.

His laughter echoed in the wind, carrying the resolve to destroy everything.

"Together with me! Let's plunge into destruction!!"

The next second, a deafening roar resounded throughout Konohagakure!

The thousand-meter-tall ultimate Susanoo suddenly extended its giant hand, grasped the Eight-Handled Sword at its waist, and as its arm swung, the long sword was slowly drawn out. The sword's blade flashed with a cold glint under the moonlight, carrying a world-destroying aura as it slashed fiercely in the direction of Konohagakure!

At this time, most of the villagers in Konohagakure were still asleep, and only a few patrolling ninjas sensed the disturbance.

But before they could issue an alarm, the hundreds-of-meters-long sword had already descended before them!