Deprived of his sight, Isshiki remained calm.
"Daikokuten!"
He resorted to the same trick again, activating his dōjutsu.
He began indiscriminately releasing Yin-Yang Release black rods around himself.
Clang!
Lord Madara deliberately blocked a black rod, making a faint sound.
Sure enough, the noise drew Isshiki's attention, and he swiftly darted toward him.
Lurking nearby, Obito's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
He silently raised the Six Paths Staff and drove it viciously toward Isshiki's back.
"Found you," Isshiki said with a smile.
His hand had firmly closed around Obito's Six Paths Staff.
"How is that possible?" Shock crossed Obito's face.
He quickly released the staff and concealed himself in the white mist again.
Unconcerned, Isshiki swung the staff at Madara in front of him.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Relying on instinct and anticipation alone, he fought Madara to a standstill.
Soon, the white mist dispersed.
Isshiki looked at Obito and Madara, then sighed.
"You two really are giving me a headache..."
If I can't deal with these two, they might actually wear me down until I die here.
Isshiki summoned a black rod into his hand, his gaze more solemn than ever.
"Whether I kill you or you kill me, let's make this quick!"
Isshiki seemed to be addressing them, yet also talking to himself.
His aura surged once more, his swelling energy far exceeding what he had displayed before!
Obito frowned slightly, his body tensing as well.
"So you're staking your life on this, Ōtsutsuki Isshiki."
Isshiki tilted his head in thought, then answered with a hint of melancholy.
"Ah, I suppose I am."
"How ironic. A god like me, forced to this point by the likes of you."
Originally...
Provided he did not overuse chakra and increase the strain on his body...
This body could have lasted another two