In an instant, Feiyun made his decision. The golden Susanoo erupted at full strength. Even if the mind and body were on the same frequency, chakra was still what connected them.
That way, Itachi would be unable to harm my true body for the time being.
Feiyun murmured with a cold gaze.
After Feiyun remained motionless for some time, Itachi in the distance automatically turned into a flock of crows and scattered in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, Yo appeared in another position. Tearing off his shredded robe, he said, "I know Susanoo's weakness very well. As long as I'm fast enough..."
Even though Feiyun remained still, Yo's sequence kept repeating countless times. He endlessly spoke the same words and made the same movements around him, making an unbearable racket.
Feiyun knew this was an illusion. He ignored Yo and quickly considered how to break it, fearing that his true body might be in danger otherwise.
However, Feiyun had worried too much and overestimated Uchiha Itachi. On the real battlefield, Itachi clutched his endlessly bleeding wound and knelt on both knees, gasping violently.
Forget breaking through Feiyun's defenses—he was nearly too weak even to stand.
"Ah!"
Itachi screamed, reaching up to clutch his nearly blind eyes. The intense pain shooting through his nerves twisted his face.
This was the backlash of overusing the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Itachi slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.
His vision was blurred now, and all he could see was a massive golden silhouette.
He knew what it was, but seeing that his enemy was standing still, Itachi finally relaxed slightly.
He took out a bottle of medicine and poured it into his palm. Drinking his own blood, he raised his head and swallowed Izanami. "As long as I can recover