Madara was utterly enraged by Yoru's words.
The Hashirama flesh tumor stitched to his chest swelled wildly, yellowish tissue fluid seeping from its edges and running down his pale skin, smearing across that tattered black cloth.
He clenched his teeth, and the blood foam he had not fully spat out earlier dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His pair of purple Rinnegan were opened wide, red veins bursting across the whites like spiderwebs.
"You ignorant brat!"
Madara slammed his hands together before his chest, interlocking his fingers as his knuckles cracked.
A chilling chakra thick with the stench of death erupted from his body.
Several strings of black bubbles rose from the surrounding mud pits, bursting with a pop and releasing a foul stench.
"Today, I'll show you what true Six Paths power is!"
The dark phantom behind him began to twist, slowly condensing into several pitch-black Truth-Seeking Orbs.
The black spheres revolved slowly behind him, pressing the air until it gave off a shrill sizzling sound, like scorched dead branches snapping apart.
Yoru picked at his ear and casually wiped a bit of grime from his finger onto his pant leg.
He watched Madara charge up his big move from the corner of his eye, then yawned, squeezing two tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Madara, are you constipated or something?"
Yoru's tone was so lazy it begged to be punched, filled with utter indifference.
"You held it in all that time just to squeeze out a few black coal balls? I thought you were about to turn into Ultraman."
"What the hell do you know?!"
Madara's face twitched with rage, and the flesh tumor trembled along with it.
"These are Truth-Seeking Orbs! Divine matter capable of reducing ants like you to nothing in an instant!"
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