"The old bastard still thinks he can snatch it!"
"Kill him!"
The five Ōtsutsuki split into three groups—two chased the fruit, two attacked Ishiki, while Raishiki turned around to deal with Kushiki.
Kushiki's right arm was already ruined. His entire arm below the elbow was charred black and curled up, even his fingers twisted like chicken claws, unable to open again.
But he was still laughing.
His smile was full of hatred.
"Raishiki, do you know?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand, his voice hoarse. "I spent two thousand years studying your Dojutsu—did you really think I didn't know it existed?"
Raishiki's steps halted.
"I knew."
Mad flames burned in Kushiki's golden Rinnegan. "I knew a thousand years ago."
"But I didn't dismantle it."
"Do you know why?"
Raishiki's brow twitched.
Kushiki opened his left hand and grinned, his expression ferocious.
In his palm, a mass of black electric arcs was leaping—the exact same frequency, the exact same nature as Raishiki's black lightning.
"Because I spent a thousand years learning it."
Boom—!
Black lightning shot from Kushiki's left palm and slammed head-on into the lightning shield Raishiki had hastily raised. The two streams of black lightning from the same source collided, not canceling each other out, but producing a terrifying resonance.
Crack, crack, crack, crack—
Under the resonance, vast cracks appeared in space. Visible fissures spread between the two of them, and deep within the cracks, the chaos of another dimension could vaguely be seen.
Raishiki was pushed back more than a dozen meters by the recoil of the resonance, spiderweb-like cracks spreading through the void beneath his feet.
"Impossible—"
He almost blurted those words out, but forced them back down.
Kushiki gave him no time to breathe. His left hand blasted