The battle between Araki and Alucard was fierce and spectacular. Every move and every technique carried the power to tear the heavens and split the earth.
In fact, rather than saying they were fighting to the death, it would have been more accurate to say they were working together to intimidate everyone else.
Below, those watching their battle went from shock at first, to terror, then to self-doubt, until finally they had no choice but to numb themselves and admit that although they were all ninja, the gap between one person and another could be absurdly vast.
Quite a few people were already watching on their knees.
In the hearts of these people, a shadow had been branded deep and firm—Araki could not be opposed.
In the end, this battle, which had begun with space being torn apart, likewise ended with an even more tremendous shattering of space.
A deep, unknowable black void stretched across the sky, like a rift in the heavens, unable to close for a long time.
And beneath that rift, Araki stood with his sword in hand, while from far away came Alucard's unwilling roars before his escape.
As for this result, every single person watching below was dumbfounded.
Whether it was Konoha, innocently saddled with the blame, the true mastermind behind the scenes, Black Zetsu, or even some people from Kirigakure, all of them found it inconceivable.
That Dream Organization, whose vicious might was so overwhelming that a single member could rival a nation; that great demon king Alucard, who killed the Tsuchikage and Kazekage as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs...
He had lost just like that?
Run away?
The battlefield fell into silence for a time.
Everyone gazed at that figure standing alone beneath the rift in the heavens, dazzling and unrivaled, and