Madara felt irritated by the sight of the sky above him. Chakra wrapped around his body, rippling like ocean waves.
The form he had used for disguise came to an end at this moment.
Pale white replaced his dark hair, and his armor fell away, replaced by a white robe marked with tomoe.
"It's the Ten-Tails' aura!"
Isshiki's composed expression showed a trace of surprise as he stared at Uchiha Madara, who could now barely be considered half an Otsutsuki.
And the man beside him, whose chakra fluctuated with Kaguya's aura—this ninja was called Senju Hashirama, wasn't he?
Isshiki immediately activated Karma to its highest form, his gaze sweeping across the ninjas. To him, Madara and Hashirama were the greatest threats.
This body...
Floating in midair, Isshiki could not help hating Kaguya.
Forced reincarnation?
What a joke!
There was no need to conceal his trump card after revealing it so early. Isshiki directly used Daikokuten, summoning stone pillars that stretched across the sky and smashed down at the gathered ninjas.
The ever-expanding shadow cast by the descending pillars filled everyone's vision. Mu calmly flew into the air, raised an arm, and held up the seemingly hollow, weightless stone pillar. "You're not the only one who can fly."
"Tch—"
Seeing his area attack fail, Isshiki wanted to summon something else, but the fierce wind blowing in from the side unsettled him, forcing him to hurriedly dodge aside.
The entirely azure chakra greatsword carried a lightness that did not belong to it, unleashing sword energy that seemed capable of cutting down space itself as it swept across the purple sky.
"Cough, this old man can still be useful."
His aged fingertips rested against the boot of the Complete Body Susanoo. Having consumed a great deal of chakra to use the Light-Weight Rock