With a whoosh, Moryo's bedraggled figure shot out of the smoke from the explosion.
Moryo's right arm had already been severed. Because he had underestimated that last strike and had no time to block it, he had no choice but to sacrifice an arm and use some secret technique to substitute it for his true body.
That was how he had avoided the attack.
Moryo stared grimly at Ueno Kei, who still looked utterly calm. The relaxed ease in his eyes had vanished, replaced by intense wariness and deep-seated hatred.
He had never expected this purple demon before him to grow to such a degree in less than a year, able to severely wound him so effortlessly. This was completely different from what he had anticipated!
Damn it! That bastard! As expected, every last one of the Uchiha Clan is filthy—they actually withheld information! Moryo fumed inwardly. When he thought of that man in the spiral mask, a chill ran through him even amid his fury. Those methods, that power, that presence even more evil than his own...
That monster with nine eyes—just recalling it still made Moryo shudder. It was rather laughable. He himself was originally a terrifying monster, yet he could still be frightened by something else and feel fear.
"Hmph!" Moryo gritted his teeth. No matter what, he had to keep this man here. Otherwise... Moryo steadied himself and made his decision.
He pressed his palms together, and his pupils immediately turned a deep, ghostly purple.
Like the fires of the underworld, the aura erupting from Moryo made Ueno Kei frown.
"Ha!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, the area centered on Moryo turned entirely purple and became soft and muddy. Ueno Kei frowned at the purple soil gradually creeping over his feet and snorted coldly.
Purple-blue light