That chakra was steeped in endless bloodlust, rage, hatred, and madness. Just sensing a trace of it left countless Jonin frozen stiff, despair and terror surging through their hearts until even breathing became difficult. This was no chakra a human could possess—it was a destructive force straight from hell!
Far away, inside Konoha's Military Police Force headquarters, the Uchiha clansmen who had been bowing to Indra instantly felt the terrifying pressure coming from the direction of the clan compound. That familiar chakra, belonging to the Uchiha Clan, was mixed with a devastating force. Their expressions changed, their eyes filled with anxiety and worry.
"The compound! Something's happened at the compound!" one Uchiha cried out, unable to hide the panic in his voice. "We have to hurry back and help!"
But before they could move, Indra spoke slowly, his tone calm, tinged with playful mockery. His gaze remained fixed on Obito Uchiha, unwavering. "Don't rush. It seems your foolish accomplice has made that madman angry."
Obito's body shook violently. His face beneath the mask had gone deathly pale. He stared at the direction of the compound, feeling the pressure draw closer and grow more terrifying. For a moment, he felt as if he were suffocating; even his breathing stopped.
What kind of chakra was that?!
It was filled with killing intent, bloodlust, hatred, resentment, madness, and malice—a gathering of every negative emotion in the world. Every trace of it carried a force capable of destroying heaven and earth, along with a fear that penetrated to the bone.
He couldn't find any words to describe the despair and terror conveyed by that chakra. He could only feel, with absolute clarity, how insignificant he was before that power—like an ant with no chance to struggle.
Even worse, that terrifying presence was a hundredth