The Yin-Yang Release barrier clashed fiercely with Genki's pressure. The Shinobi World's dwindling life force teetered under the confrontation between these two terrifying forces, and this calamity had reached its most brutal and desperate moment...
The barrier of Yin-Yang Release continued to shudder violently. Its golden and silver light dimmed further under the pressure of Genki's aura. Hagoromo Otsutsuki poured every bit of chakra he had into maintaining the defense, but the chakra around him was already rippling out of control.
But when he caught sight of the familiar yet strange figure beside Genki, all his focus and resolve were instantly replaced by utter shock and disbelief. His chakra faltered, and the cracks across the barrier widened.
That was Indra—his son, the once exceptionally gifted child who had fallen into darkness because of his obsession.
Yet the Indra before him was wreathed in the same dark red chakra as Genki. The Six Magatama Rinnegan turned slowly in his eyes, and his expression was so cold it held not a trace of warmth. There was no filial affection in the way he looked at Hagoromo, only bone-deep indifference and distance, as though Hagoromo were an inconsequential stranger, an obstacle that needed to be eliminated.
Hagoromo's body trembled slightly. His voice was filled with pain and disbelief as he demanded an answer, cutting through the clash of the two forces with heart-wrenching confusion. "Indra! Why?!"
He stared fixedly at Indra, disbelief drowning out the compassion in his eyes. "Why are you doing this with him?! He's destroying the Shinobi World and slaughtering its people! You're my son, one of the protectors of the Shinobi World. How can you help him commit such evil?!"
He couldn't accept that the son he had raised with his own hands would stand beside a demon bent