Boom!
Violent lightning exploded across Momoshiki Otsutsuki's body.
As arcs of electricity burst forth, every cell in his body was activated to the utmost limit.
Before anyone could react in the next moment, Momoshiki Otsutsuki, who had lost his head, suddenly clenched his right hand. With lightning coiling around it, he drove a heavy punch into Sasuke's abdomen.
Bang!
Tremendous force erupted.
At such close range, faced with Momoshiki Otsutsuki's speed—swift as rushing thunder—there was simply no way to evade.
Sasuke only felt sweetness rise in his throat before blood burst from his mouth.
His entire body slammed into the barrier.
Boom!
The barrier shook violently, and fine spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread across it.
If the barrier team had not remained on standby at all times and promptly poured chakra into it to repair the cracks, the barrier would have shattered from that strike.
However, such rapid repairs placed an enormous burden on the barrier team as well.
Many of them even opened their mouths and spat out blood.
They had clearly been severely injured by the backlash transmitted from within the barrier.
"Lord Minato, the barrier team likely needs time to recover. If it takes another direct hit, it may be destroyed."
An Anbu captain was the first to lose his composure.
The Flying Thunder God team trained by Minato Namikaze could indeed cast the Eight Yang Red Formation.
However, the opponents they had always been prepared to deal with had only been assessed at the Kage-level of various nations.
Faced with attacks unleashed by power bordering on that of a god, they were clearly struggling.
The fact that they had withstood so many rounds of attacks was already quite impressive.
"Heh, what a bunch of useless fools. You still want to put up a desperate struggle? Two wet-behind-the-ears