The dark-red Susanoo stood between heaven and earth, a demon of destruction straight out of the age of myth.
The shadow cast by its hundred-meter-tall frame not only covered the earth, but also shrouded the despairing hearts of every Iwagakure Ninja.
Uchiha Ling stood at the core of the Susanoo, his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan calmly looking down at the torrent of earth-yellow figures fleeing like ants below.
There was no madness, no anger—only the utter indifference of a god surveying the mortal world. To him, this was no longer a battle. It was a cleanup.
"Run? Do you think you can get away?"
The low voice carried through the Susanoo, seeming to resonate with heaven and earth. It reached the ears of every Iwagakure Ninja running for their lives, clear as the sigh of the god of death.
The Iwagakure Ninja's numerical advantage had become a cruel joke.
Their Earth Style Walls were like paper before the Susanoo. Their ninjutsu attacks landed on its dark-red armor without even raising a ripple.
Their only hope of survival was to run—to run for their lives and pray that the giant foot of destruction would not come down behind them.
"Scatter! Spread out!"
"Don't look back! Run!"
Kitsuchi watched this with eyes nearly bursting from their sockets. His voice was already hoarse. He could only watch helplessly as the elite of his village were cut down without mercy, unable even to think of fighting back.
That thing was beyond the strength of any human to oppose! With his guards desperately dragging him along, all he could do was join the fleeing torrent, burying his boundless shame and terror deep in his heart.
Uchiha Ling controlled the Susanoo and pursued them at a leisurely pace, as if driving a flock of sheep.
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