Erasing the Spider Men-and Pakunoda!

Deep in the ruins of Kukuroo Mountain's black main hall, great swathes of black rubble whirled through the air. Dust filled the sky, and the air rang with the shrill, violent whistle of flying stone.

The sight of Uvogin being shredded by a Spatial Rift and reduced to a rain of blood had not—not for a moment—made the remaining Phantom Troupe members retreat.

The death of their comrade ignited their madness. Feitan poured out every last ounce of his life force, unleashing heat that reached tens of thousands of degrees.

The thick black obsidian floor around him melted within a thousandth of a second.

It became a vast expanse of glowing red lava. The lava churned, and waves of heat baked the surviving stone pillars until they cracked.

Phinks's fist, spinning at high speed and charged to its absolute limit, struck at the same instant. It carried a devastating gale that tore through everything in its path. Nobunaga gripped his sword with both hands.

A blood-red blade of energy dozens of meters long split the haze. Together, their assault reached the very pinnacle of mortal combat in this world. And yet—

Faced with an attack powerful enough to vaporize an entire skyscraper in an instant, Tobirama Uchiha stood calmly before the Pure Gold imperial throne.

His white dragon robe, trimmed in gold and embroidered with nine-clawed dragons, snapped in the blaze of light. His noble, mysterious Double Six-Tomoe Tenseigan Rinnegan watched on.

Deep within his pupils, nine Tomoe turned slowly, utterly cold. He raised his right hand and gave a gentle wave toward the torrent of Nen. All Things Erasure. The technique activated. Hum.

A strand of sacred, dazzling milky-white light emerged from the deepest reaches of the void.

Silently, it swept across a vast area ahead. ... The white