"What... happened in the sky?"
Everyone below the battlefield stared at the two figures in the sky in astonishment, wondering what kind of clash the two were engaged in now.
A battle at the Six Paths level was already beyond their imagination. With the two simply floating in midair, they could only guess whether they were engaged in some unseen confrontation.
The next instant, ripples like those on the surface of water spread outward through the sky in ring after ring.
Then, the two who had stood motionless in the sky finally moved!
However, their appearances could not have been more different.
Ye Ning still stood quietly in the sky with a calm expression, dressed in pristine white robes, like an immortal banished to the mortal world, standing proudly above all.
Madara Uchiha, on the other hand, looked exceptionally disheveled.
His white Six Paths robe looked as though it had been fished out of water, drenched through with sweat. Shock filled the Rinnegan that symbolized the power of the Six Paths, while a faint trace of fear rose from their depths.
Madara Uchiha was in a very bad state.
His face had visibly gone pale, and he was gasping heavily. His entire body seemed drained of strength as he barely held himself upright. Even the Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him bobbed irregularly around him.
No one knew what Madara Uchiha had just gone through.
Only Madara Uchiha himself could truly feel that he had just taken a trip through hell!
It was a true hell!
Madara Uchiha swallowed with difficulty. He could no longer remain calm, and his gaze at Ye Ning was filled with disbelief.
That pain just now... that punishment like purgatory... that endless torment... if it had been anyone other than Madara Uchiha, they probably would have broken