The dazzling purple light split down the middle, its fragments bursting out from around the blade like a curtain of rain.
A thunderous roar rang out from the point of impact. An unparalleled shockwave shook the earth, sweeping across the entire battlefield with the pressure of a raging sandstorm.
The furious gale ravaged the battlefield, forcing Cang Lu, standing atop the Wooden Chariot, to grip the railing tightly and dare not let go. Squinting through the wind, he struggled to watch the center of the battle with his Byakugan.
The Chakra Storm churning through the air disrupted his vision at every moment. All he could see were nine armored tails blotting out the sky.
Cang Lu held a Puppet in front of himself to shield against the hurricane. Was a single sword strike really this powerful?
"Don't just stand there! Use Earth Style!"
As the wind weakened, he hurriedly lowered the swaying Wooden Chariot to the ground and ordered his clansmen to use Earth Style to raise a wall, preparing for the second impact.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Not long after he spoke, the whistling of the chakra lasers fired by the Tenseigan rang across the entire battlefield.
Purple light streaked through the sky like a meteor, illuminating everything. It looked beautiful, but the chakra it contained was terrifyingly immense, even to the Sharingan's keen eye.
The two long swords on the Nine-Tails' back moved as naturally as its own limbs, repeatedly cutting down the beams hurtling toward it.
The sound of the blades cleaving through the light was deafening. Explosions followed one after another, bursting in front of the Nine-Tails.
Madara, inside the Prism, relished the feeling of swinging his blade. He couldn't understand why, back in Hell Valley, that kid Rikusei had merely wrapped Susanoo around the Nine-Tails instead