The next instant, the golden giant sword spanning the sky came slashing down and struck Orochimaru's palm.
The moment the blade touched his palm, the expected devastating explosion did not occur.
That massive golden pillar of light seemed to have hit an invisible wall, then twisted and folded at an unbelievable angle.
The violent energy that could have destroyed the moon was now as docile as a flock of tamed sheep, transforming into visible streams of golden particles that continuously flowed into the diamond-shaped mark on Orochimaru's palm, no larger than a fingernail.
In merely three breaths.
The golden sword of light went out completely...
"How... is that possible?!"
The clan leader floated in midair, his mind crashing for a full ten seconds.
That was the Otsutsuki clan's ultimate eye technique, passed down for a thousand years. Along with the enormous Chakra he had drawn from the giant Tenseigan, it had simply vanished into thin air?
Even if the Sage of Six Paths were revived, he could not have blocked it so effortlessly.
Before he could figure it out, the space before him suddenly warped like a crumpled ball of paper.
Grayish-white Chakra tore straight through the barriers of space.
"Is this how you welcome your guests?"
Then Orochimaru stepped out in a single stride, facing the Otsutsuki clan leader whose entire body glowed green.
The clan leader staggered back half a step in fright.
He should have been furious, but he realized that he could not even bring himself to utter a threat.
Because the aura emanating from the grayish-white monster before him made him tremble instinctively.
It was the absolute suppression of a superior life-form over an inferior one...
Orochimaru paid no attention to his retreat.
His gaze passed over the clan leader's shoulder and looked into the