The roar of crashing waves, the piercing shriek of beams tearing through the air, and the rustling of crawling slugs intertwined, forming a desperate and tragic battle hymn.
Could the Three Great Sages' desperate counterattack win them even a sliver of hope?
And how would Genki put an end to this final resistance?
Above the ruins, the storm had already taken shape, yet the shadow of death still loomed over everyone...
A towering tsunami came crashing down with thunderous force. White beams tore through the sky, hurtling closer with a bone-corroding poison, while countless tiny slugs blanketed the ground, using the poisonous fog and raging waves for cover as they silently spread toward Genki's feet—
The Three Great Sages had thrown everything into their counterattack, forming an inescapable net that sealed off every escape route from the ruins. Their overwhelming senjutsu and domineering poison intertwined, making even the air thick and deadly.
Yet Uchiha Genki had stood motionless the entire time.
Faced with a three-pronged assault powerful enough to tear a Six Paths Level fighter apart in an instant, he showed not the slightest flicker of emotion. His bone-deep indifference even held a hint of undisguised contempt, as if the three Great Sages' all-out attack were nothing more than three ants futilely showing off.
"Know your place." Genki's voice was low and cold, utterly devoid of inflection, yet its pressure pierced through the waves and beams. Each word landed like a bead of ice striking scorched rock. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."
With that, he hesitated no longer and slowly brought his hands together.
There were no hurried Hand Seals, no buildup of violent energy. His movements were calm and unhurried, yet the instant his palms met, the entire Shinobi World's ruins began to quake