Sizzle!
On the field, a cloud of white smoke rose, accompanied by the smell of something scorched.
A figure engulfed in black flames stood on the field—it was Orochimaru.
At this moment, his entire upper body was covered by the black Amaterasu Flames, obscuring even his face.
Inside the red Susanoo, Itachi's eyes trembled slightly at the sight. Amaterasu was indeed powerful, but he did not believe it alone could defeat Orochimaru.
After all, his opponent was a super-Kage-level powerhouse. Amaterasu could at most affect him somewhat, but truly injuring Orochimaru would be difficult.
And just as Itachi had expected, an exceedingly bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes. Orochimaru's body, shrouded in black flames, suddenly trembled. Then, as though the black flames were a garment, he simply peeled them off and flung them onto the ground.
Just like that, Orochimaru easily neutralized Amaterasu's attack. Other than some mucus-like substance on his body, he appeared completely unharmed, without a single injury.
"Hehe, Amaterasu—the flame that never goes out. What an interesting thing indeed!"
Orochimaru lowered his head and glanced at the black flames still burning on the ground, a strange glint flashing through his pale eyes.
"Shikotsumyaku, Ten-Finger Drilling Bullets!"
The next moment, Orochimaru swiftly raised both hands and aimed them at the red Susanoo ahead.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
In an instant, several piercing whistles rang out across the field. The finger bones from Orochimaru's ten fingers shot forward like bullets. Due to his unusual physique, the finger bones he launched could regrow in an instant.
Seeing this, Itachi's scarlet eyes trembled slightly. Without any hesitation, ocular power burst from his eyes and rapidly surged into the red Susanoo.
As Itachi increased his output of ocular power, the parts of the red Susanoo that Orochimaru had shattered were restored almost instantly.