Boom!
The instant hundreds and thousands of cracks across that enormous flesh tumor opened in unison, what Hyuga Xiao felt was not a surge of chakra, but a pure, physical "pressure."
It was as if all the air in the underground cavern had been sucked away, then replaced with viscous mercury.
Every inch of space was collapsing inward. Gravity, light, sound—everything was twisting and warping beneath this bizarre force.
Those thousand eyes were not the clear, sacred Rinnegan of legend, but a murky, frenzied purple. Within every pupil, three pitch-black tomoe spun madly at an erratic rhythm, like a thousand runaway whirlpools ready to drag everything the observer possessed into an endless abyss.
"Guh... urgh..."
In the distance, Orochimaru, who had been blown away by the energy storm, lay sprawled over a pile of rubble like a fish out of water, making meaningless rasping sounds in his throat. He forced his head up, his golden vertical pupils reflecting that "wall" made of countless Rinnegan. Beyond the utter terror in his eyes was a sickly, almost crazed fanaticism.
"Divine power... this is... the power of a god..." he muttered. Blood mixed with saliva spilled from the corner of his mouth, making him look both miserable and obsessed.
This was the ultimate power he had dreamed of! Not Impure World Reincarnation, not Living Corpse Reincarnation, but this kind of dōjutsu that could directly distort reality and trample the rules!
Unfortunately, this power did not belong to him.
And right now, even the right to look up at such power seemed unbearably beyond him.
Compared to Orochimaru's loss of composure, Hyuga Xiao, standing at the center of the storm, was terrifyingly calm.
That spatial distortion capable of crushing a Kage Level expert into pulp in an instant was forcibly blocked by an invisible