The Ten-Tails' chakra was immense; even an incomplete Ten-Tails remained the same.
Now that Obito Uchiha had become the Ten-Tails' Jinchuriki, his frenzied chakra eruption still produced a terrifying effect. Space itself showed signs of instability under his mad actions.
Gen's expression did not change in the slightest. His left hand slowly clenched, and space abruptly stabilized. The pressure condensed once more, gradually pressing down on Six Paths Obito.
Yet Obito's wildly erupting chakra continued to spill outward, while the range it could spread grew smaller and smaller. It was as though all his struggles were futile, so utterly powerless.
In the distance, Hashirama withdrew his gaze from Madara and watched the battle intently without blinking.
He had fought Six Paths Obito himself, so he understood even better just how terrifying Obito was in this state.
Because he understood, he was all the more astonished that Gen had suppressed his opponent in a single move. This level of power made him seem like an entirely different person from the Gen of the Warring States Period.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips as he murmured, "It seems I really did die a little too early."
"How could I, how could I fall in a place like this? I... I'm going to become the Creator God of the new world. I still have to revive Rin with my own hands!" Under the overwhelming pressure, even his speech became disjointed, yet unwillingness continued to flicker in his eyes.
With great difficulty, he released the Sage Staff in his hand and slowly brought his palms together, forming a hand seal.
At once, black chakra light mixed with dark crimson frantically gathered around him. Amid the Ten-Tails' endless chakra, four