The system's beep sounded twice in my mind, and the light of High-Tier Prize Pool was dazzling.
The night gave him no time to breathe.
A flash of lightning flashed under his feet, and the person had arrived in front of Urashiki.
The muscles in his right arm were stretched to the limit, and Sage Body's Chakra went up from the soles of the feet, along the spine all the way to the fist surface.
The way this punch is exerted is not from any textbook, it is the instinct engraved in the bones of this body by Madara Uchiha.
Urashiki tried his best to build a layer of Chakra shield on his chest.
When the fist came down, the shield was so shattered that there was no time to even make a complete sound.
The bones of his fist smashed into his chest against the fragments.
The sound of sternum breaking echoed back and forth in the pit several times.
Urashiki's body arched, and his back dug a deep groove against the bottom of the pit. Black blood spurted out from his mouth, mixed with inexplicable fragments.
The night never stops.
He raised his right leg and stamped on Urashiki's chest.
The whole person was trampled into the sand, leaving only one face exposed.
[Ding! Despair Points from Urashiki Otsutsuki, +45000!]
The wind was still blowing outside the pit, but there was no sound from the bottom of the pit.
Urashiki's eyes were mostly blurred, and air came out gurglingly from his throat.
He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at the person stepping on his chest.
Mangekyo has retreated, and the eyes have turned pure black again.
Black is so calm, so dark is cold.
From the beginning to the end, this man's breathing never changed.
"You... what the hell..."
The second half of the sentence was choked back by a mouthful of blood.
Ye didn't answer him, and crushed his broken sternum with her toes.
He bent down, picked up the fish basket that had rolled to the side, and patted the sand off it.
Then Chakra lights up on the fingertips, and one time, one time, one time, it penetrates into the big holes all over Urashiki.
Urashiki was still twitching when the first place was inserted, but after the third place was inserted, even the twitching stopped.
Ye Zhi stood up, clapped his hands together, and rubbed the sand in his palms clean.
The fish basket is so light that it has no weight in the hand.
He glanced down and moved the corners of his mouth.
"Let's talk."
Ye squatted down, put the fish basket on his knees, and his eyes fell on the blood-stained face of Urashiki.
"There is something called a plow. Where is it?"
Urashiki's throat rolled and he made no sound.
Ye tilted her head and smiled.
The smile this time is different from the smile before when Konoha teased the juniors.
"It's okay not to say anything."
He stretched out his hand and patted Urashiki's face.
"I have plenty of time, and I will slowly let you see... how miserable your Otsutsuki torture methods are in front of mortals."
The fish basket was placed on his knees, and he squatted on the dark yellow glass at the bottom of the pit that was melted by the high temperature.
He curled his fingers, and the joints fell one after another on the basket where the faint red light was flowing.
Knock, knock, knock.
The crisp sound echoed at the bottom of the 100-meter-deep pit, as casually as asking the roadside stall owner if he still had any skewers.
"Otsutsuki's space-time treasure, plow."
Ye said calmly, "Where is it."
Urashiki There was a sound of bubbles rolling out of his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva. The blood foam flowed from the corner of his mouth into the sand.
He raised his eyelids and locked his blue eyes on Ye, with an unconcealable astonishment still inside.
In order to find the Noble Phantasm, he spent a lot of time wandering around Shinobi World to locate it.
Even the side branch of the Ōtsutsuki Main Family, few people have heard of the full name of that divine object.
The ant in front of me, with the indigenous Chakra on his body, actually said the name of the plow out of thin air.
But the shock on his face only lasted for two seconds.
The arrogance of higher-dimensional creatures reoccupied his consciousness.
Urashiki gritted the smell of blood between his teeth, endured the pain of shattering his sternum and raised his head, his sandy face twitched, and he smiled sarcastically.
"How you know is not important."
His eyes swept across Ye's face, his voice was hoarse, still filled with condescending contempt.
"It's just brute force."
"Reptiles from the lower world don't even deserve to know what that divine object is."
"When mortal hands touch it, it will turn into ashes."
"Even if you kill me today, a lowly creature like you will never touch a corner of it in all your lifetimes!"
Ye ignored his ridicule and tapped her fingertips on the fish basket again.
Urashiki secretly bites the tip of the tongue, allowing a wisp of high-grade Chakra to seep out along the base of the tongue and flow in the opposite direction along the broken meridians.
He forcibly changed the trajectory of Chakra, blocking off the pain section by section.
From the limbs to the trunk, even the broken sternum lost all feeling.
The severe pain subsided, and the body was wrapped in a thick layer of numbness.
Urashiki loosened his clenched teeth and looked at Ye with the eyes of looking down at the ants.
Physical punishment, in the face of Otsutsuki's long years of evolution, is not even a joke.
"Go on."
Urashiki raised his eyebrows.
"Let me see what else you reptiles can do."
Seeing his renewed contempt, Ye tilted her head and let out a short sneer.
"Seal the pain?"
After the words fell, Ye raised his right hand and snapped his fingers in the air.
Chakra, which was previously penetrated into various acupoints of Urashiki, became active at the same time.
Chakra turned into filaments under Ye's control, without touching the defense of Urashiki's closed meridians, and directly extended forward along the passage he had sealed.
Those filaments wrapped around the severed pain nerve endings and jerked outward.
The nerves were not severed or damaged.
The pain sensation was forcibly broadened and magnified tenfold in an instant.
Urashiki Before he could retract the contempt on his lips, all his muscles tensed up.
"Ooohhhhhh!"
The scream was torn from the depths of his throat, drowning out the sound of the wind at the bottom of the pit.
His muscles were out of control, every fiber twisting at once.
From the fingertips to the spine, all the injured areas, as well as the broken sternum, were torn open again under ten times the pain.
Urashiki rolled and bounced on the glass layer, its palm scraped against the debris, and its back, arms, and thighs were cut open by the glass shards one after another.
The severe pain from the wound reached deep into his consciousness.
Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, washing away the blood on his face.
He clenched his back molars, blood seeping from the gaps between his teeth.
Even though his eyes were darkened and his eye sockets were bulging with blood, Otsutsuki's self-esteem still supported him to raise his head.
"Bad creature!"
Urashiki raised his head with all his strength, his vocal cords were torn to pieces and he was mute, and every word was squeezed out through his teeth.
"Otsutsuki's will is indelible!"
"A little pain in the flesh cannot kill the God of Death!"
"Your forced confession is meaningless!"
Ye watched Urashiki rolling on the broken glass and sighed softly.
He put the fish basket next to him and stood up straight.
It's just a waste of time to communicate physically with such an arrogant creature that has no brains.
"Okay."
"So much for physical communication."
Night lowered his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the pure black pupils had turned into scarlet, and three black Tomoe were connected end to end on a dark red background.
He doesn't have Hand Seals, nor does he have any power.
Under the pressure of the huge mental power brought by Sage Body, Urashiki's fragile consciousness defense line shattered on the spot.
Genjutsu space spread.
The sound of wind and sand disappeared from Urashiki's consciousness.
In front of the eyes was a gray wasteland, and in the distance was a filthy swamp.
Urashiki was lying on the edge of the wasteland, with his hands and feet on the ground. The white cloak on his body turned into ashes, and Six Paths Chakra also retreated.
He looked down at his hands and feet, where only short and deformed tentacles were left. His body was shrunk into a ball, and his skin was gray-white.
He became an ugly reptile without Chakra.
Dense figures of people emerged from all around the wasteland.
Those people were wearing coarse cloth clothes common to Shinobi World, their expressions were numb, and their steps were chaotic.
A huge cloth shoe fell from above.
"Crack."
Urashiki's spine was crushed to pieces, and the insect's body turned into a puddle of green flesh on the spot.
Severe pain penetrated into my consciousness, and before death could bring relief, the scene had already started again.
He turned into a reptile again and lay on the edge of the mire.
A straw sandal fell on me.
The old farmer carrying the hoe came over, leaned over to look at him, and then crushed him into the mud with the handle of the hoe.
Death, reset.
The child stabbed his body with a branch, and the village woman swept him into the muddy water with a broom.
Again and again.
Those who killed him were all mortals, the lowest and lowest creatures in his words.
The cycle continues tens of thousands of times.
His proud bloodline became a joke, and the will of the gods he spoke of was trampled into the mud by the soles of mortal shoes.
When death came for the ten thousandth time, Urashiki had forgotten who he was.