The Temple floor, carved with decaying patterns, was smashed to bits by that heavy punch.
Otsutsuki Toneri lay sprawled amid the rubble like a gutted salted fish, rotten blood reeking of mildew gushing wildly from his nose.
His once arrogantly blue eyes had become a pair of dead fish eyes, staring fixedly at the disgusting cobwebs dangling from the ceiling. He did not even have the strength to move a finger.
Yoru walked over, the soles of his black leather shoes grinding through the bloody muck on the floor with a teeth-grating squeak.
He looked down at the brat who had just been bragging about being a "god," a vicious sneer curling at his lips.
"Look at you. Pathetic."
Yoru reached out and forcibly pried open Toneri's eyelids, as though peeling an onion.
They were icy to the touch and coated in a sticky protein-like slime, much like the surface of a dead fish's eyes. The greasy sensation was revolting.
"Orochimaru."
Without turning around, Yoru called into the shadows.
Orochimaru's white lab coat was splattered with black mud and chunks of rotten flesh. Holding a pair of precision electronic forceps, he hurried over from the side storage compartment.
His golden snake eyes were fixed on Toneri's Tenseigan, and even his tongue trembled with excitement.
"Lord Yoru, the structure of this thing is incredibly complex. It is filled with Yin Release particles carrying a chilling aura."
Orochimaru briefly held the forceps in his mouth, freeing both hands to disinfect the body that was about to become a useless shell.
"Are you really planning to gouge them out now? These things possess their own consciousness. If forcibly transplanted, an ordinary person might have their brain blown apart by all that ancient resentment."
"Quit babbling."
Yoru pulled a sweat-stained handkerchief from his pocket