One slash to the throat, and Uchiha Tekka's body stiffly collapsed.
The stench of blood quickly filled the corridor.
Uchiha Itachi stood in the middle of the blood pool, his blade hanging at his side, its tip still dripping blood.
The drops hit the floor with soft, wet plips.
But his slaughter did not end there.
"Uchiha Itachi, have you gone mad?!" Uchiha Yashiro's eyes blazed, his voice filled with anger. His Sharingan spun rapidly, the Three-Tomoe whirling like a pinwheel.
Before he had even finished speaking, Yashiro was already weaving Hand Seals.
"Lightning Release: Lightning Ball!"
A blinding flash of lightning erupted before him, and a lightning ball quickly took shape. Violent currents enveloped it, crackling with sharp pops. The lights in the narrow corridor flickered under the interference of the lightning.
Almost simultaneously, Uchiha Inabi leaped into the air on the other side and formed Hand Seals.
"Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!"
He opened his mouth and unleashed a towering torrent of flames. The fiery wave surged forward like a beast, and scorching air rushed over them. The corridor was instantly swallowed by heat. Scorched patterns appeared on the walls, and the air warped in the high temperature, as if they had stepped straight into hell.
One wielded lightning, the other fire. Their attacks worked together flawlessly, sealing off every escape route for Uchiha Itachi. Such power would have been hard for any Jonin to withstand.
But Uchiha Itachi didn't move. He simply raised his head, his crimson Mangekyō Sharingan slowly turning.
The next moment, a strange mass of black flames rose before him.
Amaterasu.
It was a Mangekyō Dojutsu—the legendary black fire said to consume all things, whose burning could not even be stopped by space and time.
Amaterasu instantly swallowed the lightning ball, and the torrent