Obito's half-body, still dripping black sludge, was forcibly propped up by the violent chakra of the Ten-Tails.
The expression on half of Madara's face was boundlessly arrogant, while foul-smelling smoke tinged with decay seeped from the dark pits at the corners of his eyes.
His pair of Six Paths-level Rinnegan stared fixedly at Yoru, their gaze as sinister as glass marbles dug out of a heap of corpses.
Even from more than ten meters away, one could smell the rotten stench of arrogance in his attitude of treating all the heroes of the world like weeds.
Yoru had no interest in watching his performance.
He was busy pulling a handkerchief spotted with a little grease from his pocket and casually wiping the back of his hand, where a stone had scraped off some skin.
He had gotten that while blocking the aftershock earlier, and a faint trace of blood seeped from his fingertips.
He casually tossed the bloodstained handkerchief aside, landing it precisely in a steaming mud pit.
"Ma... Madara-sama, stop wasting words on him! Just kill him in one shot!"
Black Zetsu shrieked from the muddy ground, his two bean-sized eyes glaring fixedly at Yoru.
That Wind Release: Rasenshuriken had shaken his black sludge body loose, and the sticky sensation disgusted him enough to make him want to vomit.
Madara ignored the mud creature that could only come up with rotten ideas.
The purple light in his Rinnegan surged.
A wave of energy powerful enough to flip the entire earth upside down instantly spread from him, crushing everything around him without distinction.
"Die!"
Madara roared, and his entire body seemed to swell in an instant.
Black Yin-Yang Release chains erupted wildly from his half-dead shell, like ten thousand venomous snakes dancing madly and blotting out the sky.
Yoru did