"Boom—!!"
The purple lightning greatsword swung by the Perfect Susanoo was like a red-hot branding iron, forcibly churning the so-called "divine realm" above Isshiki's head into a complete mess.
The half-destroyed mask on Obito's face was finally shattered to pieces by the violent winds, exposing a face filled with terror and venomous hatred.
Isshiki's entire body convulsed from that blow. The chakra pathways forcibly crammed into Jigen's body gave off sharp crackling sounds, like dry wood bursting in a raging fire.
"You damned insect!"
Isshiki's old face, swollen like a rotten watermelon, suddenly emerged from the ruptured spatial crack.
The Rinnegan in his left eye spun madly as foul-smelling chakra was forcibly squeezed from that nearly ruined shell.
He no longer wanted to play any games of "growing bigger and smaller."
In front of Yoru's Heavy Ion perception, that trick was like showing off a weapon before Guan Yu.
"Bang!"
Without any warning, Isshiki became a black bolt of lightning compressed to the absolute limit.
This kick was the ultimate taijutsu secret art that Ōtsutsuki Isshiki had prided himself on throughout his thousands of years conquering the cosmos.
The wind from his leg carried a suffocating vacuum pressure, directly tearing through the faint layer of air before Yoru.
If that kick landed solidly, let alone a body of flesh and blood, even Madara Uchiha's filthy Impure World Reincarnation shell would be kicked into a puddle of sludge on the spot.
That power carried a cold, destructive intent that did not belong to this plane.
It was the pure physical strength the Ōtsutsuki Clan had forged after devouring countless stars.
"That's got you worked up already?"
Yoru stood there without even spitting out the chewing gum in his mouth.
He tilted his head slightly. His Mangekyō Sharingan, gleaming scarlet, was as