The Tailed Beasts were so frightened by Li's move that their eyes nearly popped out. Where had they ever seen anyone dare to handle a Tailed Beast Bomb like this? Had anyone ever been capable of such a thing?
At the very least, only someone on Hamura's level could do this, right? Yet Lord Hamura and Lord Hagoromo could, at most, reflect a Tailed Beast Bomb back. This man, however, looked like he intended to crush one to pieces in the palm of his hand.
The nine Tailed Beast Bombs were compressed and compressed again in Li's hand, like dough being slowly kneaded down to its limit. They became a sphere no larger than the first joint of an index finger. Li looked at the tiny black orb in his hand. It was small, but if something like this were placed in the center of any shinobi village, it could instantly reduce that village to nothingness.
This... was just how tyrannical and powerful a Tailed Beast Bomb was. The greater its compression density, the more terrifying its destructive power would be when it erupted.
Li now held the Tailed Beast Bomb, powerful enough to destroy Konoha, between his index finger and thumb as though it were a candy. Unlike the others, Li could already feel that the Tailed Beast Bomb in his hand had reached an extremely unstable state. Whether he applied even a fraction more force or loosened his grip slightly, this tiny Tailed Beast Bomb would explode with a bang.
Of course, Li would not loosen his grip. First of all, if he did, the blast radius would be a little larger, which would make him look bad. If he crushed it himself, the damage he took would be greater—though even this so-called greater damage could not truly