"Daikokuten!"
Dozens of black cubes appeared simultaneously high in the sky. They hovered beneath the clouds in an irregular ring, varying in size, their surfaces reflecting no light.
They fell toward the ground, covering the positions of everyone on the battlefield.
Several yellow figures appeared.
"Flying Thunder God: Guiding Thunder."
As the cubes fell, they were sucked into an unfurled spatial array, as though folded in half and stuffed into a hidden compartment, leaving behind neither debris nor impact.
In the blink of an eye, every black cube vanished at once.
Isshiki Ōtsutsuki's eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze shifted away from Minato and returned to the battlefield before him.
Far too much of his intelligence had been leaked.
His ocular techniques, ninjutsu, combat habits-his opponents had prepared countermeasures for almost every move before he made it.
Since the battle began, almost none of his attacks had followed his intended rhythm. Each was interrupted just as it was about to unfold or diverted onto a predetermined path.
Meanwhile, his physical condition was deteriorating faster and faster. Jigen's body, his vessel, was nearing the limit of what it could withstand.
He glanced down at his abdomen. Beneath his clothes, cracks had begun to appear, spreading outward from the midline like the surface of drying earth.
The test subjects in the laboratory had not yet matured enough to receive Kāma.
Looks like I'll have to retreat. Once I've recovered, I'll gather intelligence on these people first.
In the distance, Tianyi spotted the cracks in Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's abdomen.
He pressed his palms together before his chest. Vast amounts of chakra began spreading out from his body, traveling simultaneously through the metal elements underground and the magnetic particles suspended above the surface.
He drew in all the metal within dozens of kilometers. He could not