The purple mist, like receding seawater, was devoured completely by those greedy white fungal threads.
The purple-black tumors on Izuna Uchiha's body lost their energy supply and peeled away in large chunks like scorched plastic skin, revealing the cracked Impure World Reincarnation body beneath.
The madness in his eyes faded, leaving behind only profound astonishment.
The surrounding air became crisp, carrying even a faintly pungent scent of disinfectant.
In the shadows of the rocks above, Kabuto Yakushi adjusted his reflective glasses and drew a heavy line across his notebook with his quill pen.
"White Zetsu degradation technology... What brutally crude art." Kabuto closed his notebook and retreated into the darkness. "Data collection complete. Time to let that old fossil put out the last of his residual heat."
At the center of the battlefield.
Sasuke piloted the battered Susanoo. The immensely powerful purple war god resembled a mech that had weathered a storm, coldly looking down upon the tiny figure below.
Izuna raised his head, and his Mangekyō Sharingan refocused.
Even after losing that endless power of Chaos, he did not panic.
As a powerful warrior who had once rivaled Tobirama Senju in the Warring States Era, his pride was carved into his bones.
"Hmph."
Izuna sneered, and icy Chakra erupted from his body in the blink of an eye.
"Don't get too cocky, brat!"
His figure flickered, instantly splitting into three solid afterimages.
This was no ordinary Clone Technique, but an advanced Genjutsu lure combined with the Body Flicker Technique.
At the same time, his gaze locked tightly onto the cockpit in Sasuke's chest.
"Amaterasu!"
Black flames ignited out of thin air.
The black fire, said to have come from hell and capable of burning anything, instantly engulfed Power Armor's chest plate.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
Chakra Metal emitted a piercing