"Tch, missed?"
Yoru shoved the syringe still smoking black back into his pocket with some distaste, too lazy even to finish him off.
That so-called God's Destruction Essence had been praised to the heavens by that perverted freak Orochimaru.
Who would have thought these ancient Uchiha fossils would be so tough, like dead turtles that had rolled around in a swamp for eight hundred years?
That pitch-black liquid had actually been forcibly rejected by Madara's body, which carried the life force of the Ten-Tails.
Chunks of charred, rotten flesh fell from his body, exposing pale yet vigorous bones beneath.
Madara crawled out of the muck like some old corpse freshly escaped from hell.
"Pant... pant..."
Madara stood there, the armor that had been blasted down to a few tattered strips now crackling with flames from the rapid flow of chakra.
He raised his newly regrown pale arm and flexed his stiff knuckles.
The crackling of bone sounded like teeth grinding.
The waves of pain caused by the drug's corrosion made the muscles on his rigid corpse-like face twitch uncontrollably.
Yet that pain made Madara feel incomparably real, incomparably exhilarated.
Ambition churned in his purple Rinnegan like boiling lard.
"Yoru, did you really think that kind of lowly trick could trouble me?"
Madara grinned savagely, casually tearing a piece of dead skin from his cheek and smearing it into the bloodstains on his body. His face became streaked black and red, making him look like some ugly opera clown.
Strange black markings began to emerge across his pale face.
This was the uniquely unreasonable vitality awakening after fusing with Hashirama Cells.
"This is..."
Madara's voice echoed through the empty canyon, trembling with a sickly excitement.
"This is power that transcends mortals—the power of gods?"
His aura changed.
The rotten stench of