One Sword Cuts Susanoo

"Clang--!!!"

With a deafening roar, the colossal black sword fiercely struck the Yata no Kagami.

There was no stalemate as expected. The Yata no Kagami, originally said to be able to block all physical attacks, shattered like fragile glass under this terrifying power, lasting only an instant before breaking with a "crack!"

Shattered mirror fragments flew in all directions, their sharp edges slashing the Susanoo Armor's body.

Immediately after, the terrifying sword energy pierced through the Yata no Kagami's defense unimpeded. It was like slicing through tofu, instantly splitting the nearly hundred-meter-tall, crimson Susanoo Armor in two!

The Susanoo Armor's Chakra instantly dispersed. Itachi's lips suddenly bled, his body sent flying backward by the immense impact. The residual energy of the slash continued to assault him, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him!

At this critical moment, a black figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Obito Uchiha grabbed his arm and, without hesitation, activated Kamui!

Their figures instantly blurred, as if merging into a spatial rift, narrowly dodging the fatal slash.

"Boom--!!!"

The slash, having lost its target, did not stop. It continued to sweep towards the rear of Konohagakure.

The earth was torn apart again, and a cliff, wider and deeper than before, instantly formed, dividing Konohagakure into several pieces like a chasm.

Countless houses collapsed in the aftermath of the slash, dust and smoke billowed, and the sounds of wailing and crying intensified once more.

Just then, hurried footsteps approached.

Fugaku Uchiha, who had been waiting at home for his fate, arrived at the scene at some unknown time.

He stood on the distant ruins, gazing at the colossal, sky-obscuring black Susanoo Armor in mid-air, like a god, and at the devastated Konohagakure, split into pieces and in ruins. His eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and horror.

He abruptly turned his head to look at Itachi Uchiha, who had just emerged from the Kamui dimension with blood on his lips, his voice trembling slightly from extreme shock, "Itachi! What happened!? What in the world is going on?!"

Fugaku Uchiha's question still lingered in the air when dense and hurried footsteps and the sound of air being torn apart echoed from the distance.

Innumerable figures rushed towards the Uchiha compound. Hokage cloaks fluttered in the night wind, and figures in various ninja outfits intertwined like a stream. It was the Konoha ninja forces, who had rushed to reinforce after receiving the alert.

Leading them was the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen.

He leaned on his iconic pipe, his steps hurried but steady. The forehead protector on his brow swayed slightly with his running, and his aged face was filled with solemnity.

Following closely behind were the elite ninjas from various Konoha departments—Anbu members in black combat attire moved expressionlessly through the ranks;

Jonin looked solemn, their hands resting on the ninja tool pouches at their waists, ready to fight at any moment;

Chunin and Genin appeared slightly flustered but still forced themselves to keep up with the group.

However, when they reached the edge of the Uchiha compound and saw the scene before them, all their running and shouting instantly ceased. The entire group seemed to have been put on pause.

"What... what is that thing?!" a young Genin broke the silence first, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he almost dropped the Kunai in his hand.

It wasn't just him; all the Konoha ninjas present, regardless of their rank, were now terrified to the point of their scalps tingling and their breathing stopping.

Their gazes were fixed on the sky-obscuring black figure in mid-air—the ultimate, complete Susanoo Armor, thousands of meters tall, like an ancient god descending. The crimson light beneath the Tengu helmet flickered faintly, and its sky-obscuring wings slowly flapped, the resulting gust of wind causing the surrounding ruins to tremble.

The Eight-Handled Sword, hundreds of meters long, hanging from its waist, exuded a world-destroying pressure just by standing there, making the air thick and heavy.

What terrified them even more was that standing above the head of that terrifying Susanoo Armor was a young figure covered in blood.

The boy's hair was messily stuck to his cheeks, his bloodshot eyes stared intently at the Konoha ninjas below, and a hysterical, crazed smile played on his lips. It was Uchiha Genki, who had completely lost control.

His special Mangekyo Sharingan, composed of six interlocking Magatama, now emitted an eerie red light, casting the surrounding bizarre domain in an even colder hue.

On the ground, two massive cliffs, stretching for thousands of meters, like a chasm, had shattered Konohagakure into pieces;

Countless houses had collapsed into ruins, and amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the desperate wails and cries of the villagers could still be heard;

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, mixed with the chilling aura of the domain, sending shivers down one's spine.

Sarutobi Hiruzen abruptly stopped, his pipe slipping from his trembling hand and falling to the ground with a "clatter."

His aged eyes widened, his pupils filled with unbelievable shock and terror. His hands clenched involuntarily, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms.

Having lived for most of his life and experienced three Shinobi World Wars, he had never seen such terrifying Dojutsu or such a massive Susanoo Armor!

This power far surpassed his understanding of ninjas and was even enough to easily destroy the entire Konoha!

"Third Hokage-sama..." a Jonin beside him spoke with difficulty, his voice dry, "Is that... Susanoo Armor? But how can it be so big? And that young man... who is he?"

Sarutobi Hiruzen did not answer. His gaze swept over the village below, now a ruined wasteland, then over the villagers trembling in the domain, their souls seemingly on the verge of being stripped away, and finally returned to the terrifying Susanoo Armor and the crazed youth. An unprecedented despair welled up in his heart.

He could clearly sense the soul-devouring power contained within that bizarre domain. This power was constantly spreading, and once it erupted fully, the entire Konoha would turn into a living hell.

"Everyone, be on guard!" After a brief moment of shock, Sarutobi Hiruzen forcibly suppressed his fear. His aged voice regained its composure, carrying an undeniable authority, "Anbu members, evacuate the surrounding villagers! Jonin forces, form a defensive formation! No matter what that is, we must stop him!"

Despite the fear in their hearts, under the Third Hokage's command, the Konoha ninjas managed to pull themselves together and began to act, albeit in a flustered yet orderly manner.