"The only way is to gouge out those useless eyes of yours and feed them to the pigs!" Yuan roared. He formed no hand seals, nor did he use any mental secret art.
He drove the vast chakra in his body, comparable to a tailed beast's, mixed with the purest killing intent and reverse scale value, all into his right fist.
"Shatter!"
Yuan smashed his fist hard into the empty dark-red sky.
There was no physical contact, but that energy, pure to the extreme, forcibly broke through the limit of what the Tsukuyomi space could bear. Cracks like spiderwebs in shattered glass appeared across the sky, spreading wildly, until finally, with a deafening boom, the entire Tsukuyomi space collapsed!
A cold wind blew across the ruins.
In reality, Yuan pulled the short blade from his shoulder and casually threw it to the ground. Blue light rose from the wound, and the bleeding stopped instantly.
Opposite him, blood gushed from Itachi's eyes, streaming madly down his cheeks. His body seemed to have been drained of its last trace of life as he dropped to his knees on the rubble, stiff and upright. The backlash from the genjutsu, combined with the eruption of his terminal illness, utterly destroyed the last line of defense inside his body.
"Hah... hah..." Itachi gasped violently, every breath thick with the smell of blood.
He lifted his head and looked at Yuan as he walked toward him.
"I came here... not to kill you." Itachi's voice was so faint it seemed a breeze could scatter it. "I knew long ago that I couldn't kill you. I came to... die by your hand."
Yuan stopped two steps in front of Itachi and looked down at him. "You want me to fulfill that ridiculous atonement of yours?"
"Sasuke... needs