Madara Uchiha's mangled lower half was still embedded in the mud. It was truly a miserable sight.
His face, torn apart by the Tailed Beast Bomb just now, was regrowing at an eerie speed.
Pus mixed with shredded flesh stretched into thin strands in midair, sickening to look at.
Yet his Rinnegan spun faster and faster.
Its purple rings seemed ready to suck in the very air.
"Uchiha brat..."
Madara's voice was as hoarse as a blade scraping across rust. He struggled to pull his remaining half-foot from the mud.
The movement tore open his wounds again, spraying a few drops of blood mixed with black oil.
"I have to admit, you youngsters do have some unexpectedly capable tricks."
Yoru stood not far away and dusted off his trench coat.
That Tailed Beast Bomb had made far too much of a commotion, splattering the black trench coat he had bought only days ago with mud.
He pulled out a wet wipe, disgustedly wiped an unidentified glob of slime from his shoe tip, then casually tossed it onto Madara's forehead.
"Madara, is your brain stuffed with water-injected pork?"
"At a time like this, you're still trying to sound all fancy with me."
Madara ignored the insult entirely.
He merely took a sharp breath of the cold, bloody-smelling air, and his hunched body strangely straightened.
An eerie blue light burst from his Rinnegan.
"Limbo!"
Madara let out a low roar.
Almost at the very same second.
Yoru sensed an extremely faint sound behind him, like the air itself had been forcibly torn apart.
It was not some flashy ninjutsu, but a soundless stillness capable of cutting apart even the soul.
It was an attack from another dimension.
The "Madara" in the shadows swung a decapitating blade at the back of his neck!