The pale ghostly hand carried soul-freezing cold, ignoring the distance of space as it instantly closed in on Sosuke's chest.
Dense black sealing runes wrapped around that hand. Wherever it passed, even the raindrops suspended in midair were drained of moisture, turning into gray-white shards of ice that rustled down. This was a forbidden technique that touched upon the underlying laws of the Naruto world. Once that hand touched flesh, even the soul of a Kage-level expert would be dragged into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Hiruzen Sarutobi stared with bloodshot old eyes as blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs continuously poured from his mouth. Half his soul had already been pulled out by the Death God. Agonizing pain tore through every nerve in his body, yet his gaze carried a sickly fanaticism and delight.
"Die... Go to hell with this old man! You demon who destroyed Hidden Leaf's foundations!"
In the distance, Uchiha Fugaku had even forgotten to breathe. The three tomoe of his Sharingan were locked tightly onto that ghostly hand. He could clearly sense the soul-suppressing pressure from a higher dimension. It was a power of rules that chakra simply could not resist.
Yet Sosuke, standing at the center of the storm, did not so much as blink.
He formed no seals, did not evade, and did not even take half a step back. He simply stood there quietly, allowing the Death God's ghostly hand to seize his heart.
Boom!
The instant the ghostly hand touched the layer of emerald Yang Release aura around Sosuke's body, there was no scene of his soul being stripped away. Instead, an ear-piercing shriek erupted where they met, as violent as boiling oil splashed into icy water!
That seemingly paper-thin layer of emerald aura displayed a despairing resilience. The