Ryōshiki's face was like still water. He had already used Mitemi four times in a row.
The consumption of dojutsu power was no small matter.
The crucial problem was that Mitemi had already lost its effect.
Madara looked at the grim-faced Ryōshiki with a trace of displeasure. "Can't dance anymore?"
"What a disappointment."
"For entertaining me for so long, I'll allow you to leave your name behind."
"Otsutsuki trash."
Madara had spent his entire life being deceived and controlled by the Otsutsuki Clan. As for those who came to destroy the peace of the Ninja World,
he had always loathed them to the bone.
Natsuki had left too quickly. Otherwise, he would have taught Madara a few fouler phrases.
Ryōshiki seemed to have completely accepted his fate. "Hmph, you're merely some children of destiny born on a Super Energy Star."
"Even if you're at the Super High-level Rank, you're still no match for our Divine Court Clan."
"Just wait. All the Chakra on this planet will belong to our Divine Court Clan!"
Ryōshiki's expression twisted viciously, but his final glance was directed toward Kesshiki.
Then both of Ryōshiki's eyes exploded.
Massive dojutsu power filled the battlefield.
Madara frowned. "Damn! Orochimaru is going to chew me out!"
He immediately flashed to Ryōshiki's side.
His hand formed a claw as he grabbed at Ryōshiki.
The Karma State I mark on Ryōshiki's body peeled away from him as though scattered by the wind.
His body went limp, and Madara captured him at once. But the moment Madara seized Ryōshiki, he flung him away.
Because Ryōshiki had already become a corpse, even rapidly crumbling into ash.
The dojutsu power permeating the air formed a huge eye in midair, slowly appearing overhead.
Mokushiki, who had been passively taking blows the entire time, suddenly changed expression.