"Stop!"
Otsutsuki Raishiki's pupils suddenly shrank, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
But it was too late.
A flash of blade light!
Itachi gripped the hilt with both hands, and with the momentum of his fall, drove the sword's edge viciously into Suishiki's head!
Pshk!
Suishiki's still-twitching body jolted violently, his pupils dilating.
"How... how could I die at the hands of an ant like you!"
His expression was twisted and unwilling. He never could have imagined that he would not die in a clash of ninjutsu, but would instead be killed by a mortal whose chakra was exhausted, using the most primitive physical method.
His head tilted to the side, and his eyes lost focus.
Dead silence.
The five Otsutsuki in midair could even hear Itachi gasping for breath.
Itachi pulled out the sword, his face covered in blood, yet from within that pool of blood, he gave the six Otsutsuki in the air a mocking smile.
The iron law of the Otsutsuki.
When one of their kin fell, their chakra would condense into new sustenance.
Suishiki was dead.
The corpse of an Otsutsuki in his prime was, at this moment, the most tempting Chakra Fruit in the world.
The arrogance in the Otsutsukis' eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by the most primal greed.
"Damn it!"
Raishiki's expression turned extremely ugly, veins throbbing wildly on his forehead. "Cunning lower life-form! He wants to make us turn on each other! None of you touch the corpse! Kill this cunning ant first!"
An ominous premonition surfaced in his heart, and he roared harshly, Trying to maintain order at the scene.
As long as the other Otsutsuki were not blinded by profit, as long as they killed this insect first—but—
His pupils suddenly shrank. The kin beside him... had