within the spiritual space.
Countless twisted flesh and blood surged like living creatures, slowly climbing along Sasuke's feet, gradually covering his calves, knees, waist and abdomen.
The disgusting flesh and blood had a slight warmth, like greedy tentacles, licking Sasuke's body, trying to swallow him whole.
Orochimaru's face emerged from flesh and blood, its golden vertical pupils full of morbid obsession and fanaticism.
"Finally... finally..."
His voice echoed in the spiritual space, low, hoarse, and filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"Those eyes... are finally mine."
The flesh and blood climbed faster, spreading from Sasuke's waist and abdomen to his chest, and then from his chest to his neck.
Flesh and blood poured in from all directions, covering Sasuke like a silkworm chrysalis.
However, Sasuke remained motionless. He just stood there, letting the flesh and blood cover him, and letting Orochimaru's will erode his soul.
Those scarlet Sharingans were as calm as water, without fear, struggle, or even a trace of ripples.
Orochimaru's laughter became even more wild.
"Have you given up the struggle? A wise choice."
The flesh and blood has spread to Sasuke's chin and is about to cover his lips.
At this moment, Sasuke spoke.
"Fujiwara."
His voice was calm, not like a person who was about to be swallowed.
"Help me clear this space."
The moment the words fell, the flesh and blood covering his body stiffened suddenly.
Orochimaru's smile froze on his face, and a trace of confusion flashed across his golden vertical pupils, then vigilance, and finally some kind of uneasiness that even he himself couldn't explain.
"What did you say?"
Sasuke didn't answer him.
He just stood there, the scarlet three Tomoe Sharingan turning slowly.
Then, Sasuke moved.
Not a struggle, not a resistance, but a backlash.
The flesh and blood clinging to his body suddenly began to stir.
Sasuke's Chakra spurted out from the body, not spreading outwards, but penetrating into the flesh and blood, burning them black and carbonizing.
"What?!"
Orochimaru's pupils suddenly contracted.
He felt that his mental power was being eroded by Sasuke's will, and the flesh and blood that originally belonged to him were breaking away from his control bit by bit.
Not destroyed, but devoured.
Sasuke is devouring his spirit, devouring his soul, devouring everything about him.
"Impossible... it's impossible!"
Orochimaru roared, frantically mobilizing all his mental power, trying to regain control.
But Sasuke's mental power is like an iron wall, indestructible, and even more powerful than he imagined.
Sasuke did not speak, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Ning Xue who was standing not far away.
Ning Xue faced the scarlet Sharingan and was silent for a moment. Then, he sighed softly.
Co-author let himself in just to imitate him and devour Orochimaru?
But he didn't say anything more, he just closed his eyes as he was told.
The next second, a biting chill poured out from the soles of his feet and spread to every corner of this spiritual space.
Ice crystals condensed on those twisted flesh and blood, freezing the wriggling will of Orochimaru into ice sculptures, and then shattered.
Two forces, one on the left and one on the right, were like huge scissors, cutting this space into pieces.
Fear finally appeared on Orochimaru's face.
His golden vertical pupils reflected the two figures that were devouring his spiritual power, the collapsing space, and the space created for the great cause of immortality.
"No... impossible..." His voice was trembling.
"How could your mental power... exceed mine... I am... the immortal Orochimaru..."
He struggled, trying to escape from this devastating backlash, trying to preserve the last trace of his existence.
But the mental power of Sasuke and Ning Xue was like two mountains, pressing him down tightly, unable to move.
"I am... a person who wants to analyze this world... I am... a person who pursues eternal life... How could I die on my own territory..."
Orochimaru's voice is getting lower and lower, becoming hoarse, and those golden vertical pupils are full of despair and unwillingness.
But deep down in his heart, there was still a trace of happiness.
Sasuke needs his Cursed Seal.
Cursed Seal is his power, his will, and the seed he left in this body.
As long as Cursed Seal is still there, he still has a chance to seize this body.
Just when he was about to try his best to back up himself into Cursed Seal, Sasuke suddenly spoke.
"Fujiwara."
His voice remained calm.
"I need the power of Cursed Seal."
He turned his head and said solemnly.
"So, I want to know... how to devour it."
Orochimaru's movements suddenly froze. His pupils suddenly shrank, and then he turned sharply to Ning Xue, his golden vertical pupils full of horror and disbelief.
He thought about it.
Thinking of the power shown by Ning Xue during the battle.
That evil, ancient, Chakra.
It turns out that it is not control, nor is it acquired Secret Technique.
But devour it?
Just like what he is doing now, he completely devours a certain existence and turns it into his own power.
"Could it be... you..."
Orochimaru's voice was trembling, as if he was confirming something, but also as if he was escaping from something.
Ning Xue didn't answer him, just glanced at Sasuke and was silent for a moment.
It's true.
He complained silently in his mind, and then nodded slightly.
"Okay."
One word, an understatement, but like a heavy hammer, it hit Orochimaru's heart hard.
"No--!"
Orochimaru let out a shrill roar.
"No! Don't! Sasuke! You can't do this!" His voice was sharp and harsh, carrying an unprecedented fear and despair.
"I gave you power!... You can't do this to me!"
Sasuke ignored him.
Just listen quietly to the operations Ning Xue said.
Then he stretched out his hand and gently pressed Cursed Seal on his neck.
The black runes trembled slightly under his fingertips, like a frightened snake that was struggling desperately, trying to escape.
But Sasuke didn't give it a chance.
His Chakra poured into Cursed Seal, eroding, devouring, and assimilating those black runes bit by bit.
Orochimaru's screams echoed in the spiritual space, each sound more miserable than the last, and each sound more desperate than the last.
"No--! No--! Sasuke--!!!"
The sound became weaker and weaker, farther and farther away, and finally dissipated in the collapsed spiritual space.
At the same time, the outside world.
Among the ruins of the battlefield, Sasuke slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still cold and sharp, but the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back no matter what, and they were accompanied by a low "haha--" laughter.
Cursed Seal is still there, but the pattern is slightly different.
In the center of the three bars, there is an extra hollow dot, like a lock, sealing the entire Cursed Seal in it.
Cursed Seal is still there, but the will of Orochimaru is no longer there.
Instead, it is Sasuke's own power.
He raised his hand, touched the mark lightly, felt the power surging in it, and then put down his hand.
On the other side, Ning Xue also slowly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and moved his fingers.
It took a huge amount of mental energy, but my physical strength has recovered somewhat.
After all, compared to the battle just now, standing is a kind of rest.
He was about to move his limbs when he suddenly felt something strange moving behind his back.
Someone.
And it was very close, as if trying to restrain him.
Ning Xue didn't hesitate or even look back.
His body reacted faster than his brain, turned around, clenched his fist, and swung it out.
"Bang!"
A punch hit the man behind him firmly in the face.
The man's body was like a kite with broken strings, flying back more than ten meters, rolling on the ground several times, and finally stopped when it hit a rock.
Yakushi Kabuto.
He was lying on the ground, covering his smashed and deformed face, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his whole face looked extremely miserable.
He struggled to get up, but the force of Ning Xue's punch was so strong that his head was still buzzing and his vision was blurred.
"Ahem..."
Kabuto coughed a few times, spat out two mouthfuls of saliva mixed with blood, raised his head, and looked at the two figures standing up from the edge of the ice flower.
Sasuke stood on the edge of the ice flowers. His white clothes were stained with dust and blood, but his posture remained upright.
The scarlet pair of Sharingan were looking at him coldly, with no murderous intent or warmth, only calmness.
The white-haired man was also standing not far away, with his cold mask covering his expression.
I just don't know why I closed the exposed eye.
Kabuto's eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
Then, he spoke, his voice hoarse, full of temptation, and also filled with a hint of fear that even he himself was unaware of.
"Who... are you?"