Isshiki no longer looked like the wandering monk he had been before.
He had returned to the attire that truly belonged to the Otsutsuki Clan, orderly rows of tomoe spread across the surface of his robes, reflected in the crowd's eyes.
The circular patterns in Isshiki's right eye differed from the Rinnegan. Eight bars extending in every direction from the pupil intersected over a golden backdrop, forming something resembling a wheel.
This never-before-seen ocular technique struck everyone visually with no less force than the shock of first witnessing Madara's Rinnegan.
Before they had time to think, the invisible fluctuations from Isshiki's right eye entered the senses of those in Sage Mode.
As the strategist, Tobirama directed everyone to enter Sage Mode in a coordinated manner and monitor Isshiki's every movement.
A ninja's Sage Mode did not possess the obvious beast-like traits of the three great sacred lands. It merely produced long black lines resembling sealing formulas across the skin.
Their primary task was to provide support and wear Isshiki down.
"It's dense. Like an invisible rain."
A warning rang out from the crowd. Tobirama turned toward their Dust Release artillery platform. "Mu!"
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
Chakra had always been a bridge connecting people. Mu sensed Tobirama's command and, facing the torrential downpour of Black Receivers falling from the sky, unleashed a blazing, dazzling white light from his palm.
The dense rain of black blades hanging over Rikusei and the others' heads was swept away in an instant by the enormous cube of Dust Release, magnified countless times over.
Tens of millions of Black Receivers ravaged the earth beneath gravity's force, and the solid, heavy ground groaned in agony.
The earth was collapsing.
Chaotic air currents stirred the billowing smoke. Rikusei knew that the Black Receivers