The terrifying aftershock of the Sage Art: Rasengan was still raging, and the immense impact made the foundations of the entire karst cave groan under the unbearable strain.
Hundreds, even thousands, of thick cracks rapidly spread across the hard rock walls, while massive stalactites came crashing down from overhead.
The once-calm underground river was severely affected. Murky water surged backward through the fractures, instantly flooding the pooled water on the ground up to their ankles.
Half the cave had completely collapsed, with broken boulders and swirling sand everywhere.
At the center of the collapse, Obito still maintained Kamui's intangibility.
Countless lethal fragments of rock and wind blades passed through his body without obstruction, leaving no marks on him.
Obito hovered in midair, the Sharingan behind his mask clouded with gloom.
Not only had this brat from the Senju Clan mastered a related Mangekyō Sharingan ocular technique, his chakra reserves had reached an astonishing level.
He had even skipped the hand seals for a Sage Jutsu attack of that caliber.
Obito knew full well that Kamui's intangibility had a five-minute limit. Remaining passively on the receiving end was absolutely not a wise choice.
To turn the tide, he first had to widen the distance and reset the rhythm of the battle.
Using the dust filling the air and the splashing water as natural cover, Obito made his decision.
As his body fell, his gaze locked onto a flat boulder at the edge of the distant collapsed area.
The instant the soles of his shoes touched a broken stone pillar, Obito used it as a foothold and violently leaped backward.
His black robe patterned with red clouds fluttered fiercely in the backward-rushing gale, his figure leaving a blurred afterimage in the dim cave.
His calculations were precise. As long as he retreated