The blue pillar of light had barely exploded in the vacuum when the lingering arcs of electricity, like ten thousand maddened venomous snakes, coiled around Momoshiki's red, monstrous hand.
Momoshiki's wildly arrogant face turned the color of liver in an instant.
The power of Scientific Ninja Tools from the future mixed with Yoru's sheer physical crushing force.
It battered the Ōtsutsuki Clan body he had thought untouchable until it let out a string of teeth-grinding cracks.
"You... you damned native!"
Momoshiki rasped in a broken voice, black blood with a bitter metallic tang spilling from his throat.
His right hand, which he had not managed to pull back in time, had been blasted open by the electromagnetic pulse, with jagged bone fragments jutting out.
Those ghastly white splinters of bone looked no different from pig bones, with several severed tendons still hanging from them.
Yoru crossed the distance to his face in a single step.
His Mangekyō Sharingan gleamed with the icy light of someone looking at a corpse.
The hem of his trench coat quivered madly in the gravity field beneath his feet, carrying the stale scent of tobacco from the ruins.
Yoru reached out.
The movement was slow, like an old man strolling through a park.
Yet his clawed fingers precisely seized the wrist of Momoshiki's severed hand.
"This was the claw that said it would use my head as a wine cup?"
Yoru sneered and suddenly pressed down with all five fingers.
A burst of monstrous strength from Baryon Mode crushed Momoshiki's wrist bones directly into powder.
"Ah—!!"
Momoshiki let out a shrill scream.
In that instant, he felt as though he had been shoved into a crazily spinning industrial mixer.
Yoru did not waste words with him.
He drew the Kusanagi Sword that had only just