Yoru stood on the deck of the warship, which was still trembling faintly.
The cold wind carried gray dust and grit brought back from the moon, along with a nauseating stench of rotting wood.
He looked at Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, who had completely turned to ash beneath his feet, and the corner of his mouth curled into an utterly vicious sneer.
That Space Rend had sent him, along with that pile of uncleared filth, straight into the sun.
"Is that all?"
Yoru casually tugged at the collar of his trench coat, which was full of holes and stained with sour sweat.
During the chaotic battle just now, the hem of the coat had been splattered with a large patch of blue alien slime.
He frowned in disgust, took the coat off, balled it up, and tossed it into the garbage grinder beside him, where green flames were still burning.
The firelight reflected off his hard, cold face. His arrogance seemed to seep from his bones.
"Orochimaru, how much energy does the ship have left?"
Yoru asked without turning around.
Orochimaru was crouched in a corner, using a scalpel covered in yellow-green slime to carefully trim the God Tree roots he had dug out of the spoils.
His white lab coat was splattered with an unknown black fluid. Once dried, it had formed a hard crust that smelled like dead fish left out for half a month.
"Lord Yoru, the energy tanks are still at seventy percent. Enough for us to punch another hole through the heavens in this solar system."
Orochimaru laughed sinisterly, greedily running his tongue around his lips.
"However... that commotion just knocked our navigation radar crooked. We still have some distance to go before reaching Earth."
"What's there to fear?"
Yoru pulled out a piece of gum that