There was no helping it. Anyone could have figured out that since Nagato had already been defeated, he had most likely fallen into Uchiha Yuzhen's hands.
For some reason, he felt a deep-seated malice toward the man before him.
"Is this what mortals call an unfounded prejudice against someone?" At that moment, Black Zetsu seemed to understand a little better the inexplicable emotions mortals had felt in the past.
Seeing the two of them staring at him with such fervent eyes, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki knew exactly what they wanted.
The two men before him
wanted him to prove his allegiance.
Thinking it over, Isshiki, who had grown accustomed to clinging to life, immediately began to have second thoughts.
As an Ōtsutsuki elite, he knew all too well how powerful Uchiha Yuzhen was.
He was no one a mortal could contend with.
If he personally took the field, he could indeed hold his own against that abnormal, devolved creature.
But the problem was that after Kaguya-hime had gravely injured him, he had been barely clinging to life inside the body of this monk named Jigen.
Worse still, Jigen's body was one he had possessed in his haste to escape, without giving it any thought.
Only after he had escaped with his life did he realize that the body's potential was so terrible that even the word "abysmal" did it an injustice.
That awful potential meant that in all the thousands of years since, his injuries hadn't improved in the slightest.
As a result, if he used his power before recovering, he would be burning through his own life force.
How could he do that?!
He, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, was a god. How could he treat his own life so lightly?
Now that his instinct for survival had resurfaced, he immediately wanted to toss