Orochimaru bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to stay conscious through the pain.
He wanted to form hand seals, but his fingers kept trembling as if they had lost control.
The mental trauma inflicted by Tsukuyomi had not merely robbed him of his sight; it had also disrupted his control over his body and chakra.
Fugaku gave him no chance to catch his breath.
With one step, he crossed the distance between them and reached straight for Orochimaru's shoulder.
As long as Orochimaru's chakra was sealed and he was escorted back to Konoha by the Uchiha Shrine, this S-rank rogue ninja who had mastered countless forbidden techniques would have no chance of escaping.
Hearing footsteps closing in, Orochimaru's expression darkened completely.
"Lord Fugaku, do you really think you can capture me like this?"
His mouth suddenly opened wide, and a pair of pale hands reached out from deep within his throat.
The next moment, a new body covered in mucus crawled out.
But just after Orochimaru completed his Substitution Technique, his legs suddenly went weak, and he nearly fell to his knees.
Tsukuyomi damaged the mind.
No matter how many times he changed bodies, he could not escape that agony penetrating his very soul.
Fugaku did not slow down.
"This kind of Substitution Technique won't save you."
"The clan leader's orders are to bring you back alive."
"Orochimaru, you're not leaving today."
Dozens of pairs of Sharingan locked onto Orochimaru at the same time.
The Uchiha Battle Hall members called to one another, completely sealing off every escape route. Some suppressed the fluctuations of chakra, some watched Orochimaru's hands closely, and others guarded against attacks from underground and behind.
This was not an encirclement thrown together at the last moment.
It was an iron net that had already