"Boom—!!"
The god-tier energy of Baryon Mode seemed ready to peel the entire stretch of land right off the ground.
The air was thick with the scorched stench of extreme heat, mixed with a strange odor like burned-dry rust.
Yoru felt as though his throat had been stuffed with scorching sand. Every breath burned painfully.
Yet not a shred of retreat remained in his golden-red Baryon pupils.
He did not even glance beneath his feet. He simply aimed that fist, glowing with eerie red light, at the ancestor who was undergoing his frenzied evolution.
"You call that a god?"
Yoru sneered.
His body shot forward like a kicked ball, crashing through the warped air and slamming into Madara's nose bridge in an instant.
Madara was at the final critical stage of absorbing the Ten-Tails, and the mottled mud and Edo Tensei skin covering his body had yet to fully peel away.
He had originally intended to put on a profound air, adopting the posture of an ancestor looking down upon the world.
But who would have thought that his pale old face would take such an unreasonable, heavy punch head-on?
"Crack!"
The sound was even crisper and louder than crushing a pack of dry noodles.
That wrinkled old face, once so arrogantly supreme, instantly caved in.
The sharp agony of his broken nose, mixed with half a mouthful of shattered teeth, made Madara's newly opened Six Paths Rinnegan cross-eyed on the spot.
"Die...!"
Madara let out a shrill roar. Though his face had swollen into a pig's head, his hands did not hesitate.
He reached behind him and pulled out the pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orb floating at the back of his head.
The thing writhed in midair as though alive, crushing the surrounding space until it crackled and popped.
This was