The two exchanged a flurry of lightning-fast moves, directly tearing open the dense fog that had shrouded the skies over the Land of Water for years, forcibly carving out a bright, sunlit domain amid that overcast land.
Golden sunlight spilled over them, outlining their figures in radiant edges of light and making them look like gods or immortals.
Unfortunately, there was no real audience present.
Black Zetsu had seen too much of the world. A battle that tore open the sky like this was nothing much to him; unless their clash could shatter the moon, he basically would not show any emotion.
Kakuzu was somewhat dumbstruck, but back in the day, he had at least witnessed the mighty power of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama. Added to the composure of an old man, it was not enough to make him lose his cool.
As a result, Araki and Nagato had clearly teamed up to pull off one hell of a show, yet in the end they had thrown it to blind men and had not received even the slightest bit of shock value.
With no one cheering him on, Araki had no choice but to do it himself.
"Oh my, what a terrifying Rinnegan. I almost couldn't block it~"
He curled his lip and patted his chest with a look of lingering fear, as if he had yet to recover from the shock.
At that, several black lines could not help appearing on Kakuzu's and Zetsu's faces.
"You were clearly the one with the upper hand in that move just now! Strictly speaking, it was Nagato's Banshō Ten'in that trapped him in his own cocoon, forcing him to use Shinra Tensei at the end to block your attack. What are you pretending for? Do you think we're all blind?!"
Kakuzu