"Please... help me... put out the fire! I'm about to burn to death! Aaaaargh!!"
Yanmo begged humbly before the mortal he had once trampled beneath his feet and humiliated to the utmost.
Yu felt neither the joy of avenging a great wrong nor the wild arrogance of a petty victor.
He merely watched that face, twisted together by pain, hatred, and helplessness, with calm indifference.
By now, he had slaughtered more than one or two gods.
Some had been overbearing, some sinister and cunning, others cold-blooded and mad.
But those were merely façades filled out by powerful Chakra and strength, not their true faces.
Only after losing everything and facing death could their true nature be glimpsed.
Having seen it so often, Yu could not help pondering a question.
"What was true strength, exactly?"
"Was it the spirit to stand against ten thousand men, or the composure to take life and death lightly?"
Everyone had an answer in their heart.
But there was one thing Yu could be certain of.
"A true powerhouse, even in defeat, could still inspire awe..."
The Yanmo before him clearly was not one—even though he had once driven Yu into a desperate corner!
"You... are far from it."
Yu raised two fingers coldly, light flowing through his right eye.
—Naraka Path Pain: Hell Manifestation!
Light and shadow abruptly shifted. The River of Blood surged as countless ghostly hands seized Yanmo's body. Scalding oil poured down from the sky, causing Amaterasu's black flames to boil even more fiercely!
This was an extended eye technique of Naraka Path Pain, capable of summoning a real scene from hell. Should the target feel fear, their soul would be exiled to hell by the caster!
"Aaaaargh! No...!!" Yanmo had long since begun trembling.
Yu's face remained cold and murderous.
**—Naraka