The other Otsutsuki were either indifferent, vicious, or watching coldly from the sidelines, their eyes fixed on Otsutsuki Suishiki. They were... waiting for him to die!
A chill ran through Uchiha Itachi and Hyuga Neji's hearts.
—To the Otsutsuki, the corpse of one of their own was likewise a gluttonous feast!
"Neji, what do we do?!"
Uchiha Itachi's face was grim. "My Chakra's already bottomed out."
Neji was coughing blood.
Every rise and fall of his lungs felt like they were being scraped raw by a steel brush, bloody foam running down the corner of his mouth and into the scorched earth.
He gritted his teeth, blue veins throbbing at the corners of his eyes.
In his vision, those six pure-white figures were like tombstones nailed into the sky.
"Not four... six..."
His voice was hoarse, carrying a tragic note of self-mockery.
His legs were shaking violently. Not from fear, but because under the pressure of god-level life-forms, this body had already reached the verge of collapse.
The azure flame on his shoulder had dwindled to its last tiny spark.
Uchiha Itachi knelt on one knee, gasping for breath as he let out a bitter laugh. "Dimon's genes could only support us this far, huh?"
The Kusanagi Sword was stabbed into the charred ground, a chip broken from its blade.
His Tenseigan had already regressed back into the Byakugan, the edges of his pupils filled with bloodshot veins.
Feeling the strength inside their bodies, they knew they were not merely drained of Chakra now—even their muscles had been torn apart, and with every breath, they could smell that rusty scent.
A life-gambling move like the "Gold-Silver Tornado" had been meant to drag one enemy down with them.
But the sudden changes before their eyes had made that sacrifice feel like