Madara Uchiha had half his face buried in sticky black mud, with half a dried blade of grass stuffed up his nostril.
He yanked his head out of the ground. His Rinnegan, originally dim from the Impure World Reincarnation, now burned crimson with a suicidal madness.
The broken stump of his remaining arm hissed in the air, as though something were growing out from between the bones. It was utterly nauseating to watch.
"Yoru brat, do you really think this is all the trump cards I have?"
As Madara opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood. The bloody froth splashed into a muddy puddle nearby, raising a ring of grayish-white bubbles.
A grotesquely twisted smile appeared on the half of his face that could still move, as though it contained every humiliation he had suffered in his life.
He had no time to care about the severed meridians throughout his body. He simply grabbed Black Zetsu, who was still trembling in a puddle.
"Since you little brats refuse to play by the rules, then all of you can go to hell with me!"
Madara stared fixedly at Yoru. The purple rings in his Rinnegan seemed ready to spill out, radiating a chilling aura of death.
His other hand clawed frantically at his chest and tore off the already mangled lump of Hashirama's flesh.
It was dripping with blood.
The stench instantly exploded across the wasteland.
Standing several meters away, Yoru lowered his head and glanced at his watch.
The watch face was somewhat scratched. Its reflected light made Yoru's face appear especially gloomy.
"Madara, what do you call this move? A self-mutilation sacrifice?"
Yoru pulled out a piece of chewing gum, popped it into his mouth, and chewed hard, producing a series of crunching sounds.