Beneath the Dark Continent's ash-gray sky, a storm of slaughter was brewing.
The enormous spherical guardian Brion, forged from immortal divine iron and unknown ancient metals, had become a death star spinning at terrifying speed. Its colossal body whipped up hurricanes powerful enough to tear continental plates apart. Hundreds upon thousands of highly compressed divine iron wind blades, each hundreds of meters long, hurtled toward the Great Empire Golden Divine Carriage with enough savage momentum to pulverize every carbon-based life-form!
"Shrrrrk—!"
Before the wind blades even drew near, their sheer speed and mass carved hundreds of pitch-black spatial fissures through the surrounding void! In Brion's mechanical calculations, utterly devoid of fear, the chariot blazing with golden light and the white-robed man aboard who dared disregard it would become pulp finer than dust in the next microsecond.
Yet faced with this world-shattering assault, Tobirama Senju remained seated on the Nine-Dragon Throne. Not even a flicker of emotion stirred in his abyssally cold eyes.
"A heap of scrap metal dares touch a god's throne?"
The dimension-cleaving Divine Iron Great Blades were mere inches from the carriage's outer light shield.
The profound ocular power in Tobirama's left eye suddenly erupted like a raging abyssal sea! Six black tomoe spun wildly within his blood-red eye, weaving together the ultimate truths of space throughout creation.
"[200x Enhancement: Spatial Rift]."
Tobirama delivered the declaration with detached indifference.
There was no earth-shaking explosion, no collision spraying sparks. A slender, smooth thread of pure golden light, radiating an absolute law of severance, silently slashed out from Tobirama's left eye!
The golden thread left not even a ripple in the void. It ignored the divine iron wind blades converging from every direction and the high-speed airflow shield surrounding Brion, which could withstand a nuclear explosion. Defying every physical principle,