Uchiha Genki could clearly feel that Isshiki's power was more than a notch below his own. Even Isshiki at his peak might not have been a match for him, let alone the Isshiki standing here now, forced into awakening, still wounded, and constrained by his vessel.
"You think you can stop me in your current state?" Genki said slowly, his voice cold and arrogant. His right hand pressed down with slightly more force, and the giant dark-red palm bore down once more. "Since you've come right to me, you can turn to nothing along with everything else. And your soul can help make up the numbers."
"Don't push your luck!" Isshiki roared. Though he was in poor shape, he still refused to back down—he had nowhere to retreat. One step back meant the Shinobi World's destruction and his own demise. Even if he had to fight with everything he had, even if it cost him his vessel, he would stop Genki and preserve the last shred of hope for his recovery.
Before the words had even left his mouth, the golden vertical eye on Isshiki's forehead blazed into life. His black chakra surged once more. He raised his right hand, and golden chakra slowly gathered in his palm, forming a tiny yet domineering blade of light. It was the power of Sukunahikona, forced into action. Though his power was lacking, it still carried the might to tear through space.
"Mahādevā!"
With a hoarse roar, Isshiki swung the blade of light in his palm forward. At the same time, countless tiny black rings appeared around him. They were the spatial power of Mahādevā, and he tried to use them to pull the giant dark-red palm into another space and stop its crushing descent.
He poured every last bit of his remaining