Killing.
Endless killing.
Uchiha Ling's consciousness had grown hazy. His body moved on instinct, honed through countless brushes with death.
He blocked, thrust, and dodged, occasionally squeezing out one last bit of chakra to release a low-level ninjutsu and claim a few more lives.
At the same time, the cold notification kept ringing in his mind, the only thing holding him upright.
[Emotion Point +285... +310... +299... +302...]
Blood soaked through his black clothes and dripped from his hair, pooling into a sticky puddle at his feet.
Everywhere he looked, there were earthen-yellow figures and contorted faces, as if they would never end.
His lungs burned, and every breath carried the rusty taste of blood.
His arms felt as heavy as lead. Even gripping a kunai had become difficult.
He could feel the flame of his life wavering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
The Iwagakure Ninja surrounding him seemed to sense that he was at the end of his rope. Their attacks grew even more frenzied and reckless.
They piled up their dead and spent their lives, all to drag this "god," on the verge of collapse, down to hell.
"He's done for!" "One last strike!"
"For our fallen comrades! Kill him!"
A storm of weapons and ninjutsu swallowed him once more.
Is it... over?
Just as his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, Ling's nearly motionless mind caught the number frantically flashing in his thoughts—
[Current Emotion Points: 1,00,128]
One hundred thousand! His Emotion Points had passed the hundred-thousand mark!
And the instant the number stopped changing, an option that had remained dim and seemingly out of reach suddenly blazed at the very top of the system interface, shining like a blood moon!
``` [Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan] (Fusion Evolution)—Emotion