The test subject had completely lost the emotions a human being should possess.
He lived like a beast, following his instincts.
And the instinct Orochimaru had instilled in him was slaughter.
Kill everything he saw.
The black Susanoo had already broken through the base's ceiling.
Large amounts of rubble and earth fell from above.
And judging by the extensive cracks spreading across it, the ceiling could no longer support the snow-covered mountain's weight.
Zhou Cheng raised an eyebrow. Damn, I don't want to be buried alive here.
Susanoo, activate!
Boom!
An azure Susanoo appeared, also breaking through the ceiling.
Seeing Zhou Cheng's Susanoo, Orochimaru froze in utter disbelief, his mouth hanging open.
Impossible. Why can he use Susanoo?
That's a power only available once the Sharingan evolves into the Mangekyō Sharingan.
How could a shinobi without any kekkei genkai possibly use Susanoo?
His scalp prickled, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
Could Zhou Cheng have transplanted a pair of Sharingan too, and even evolved them into Mangekyō Sharingan?
Impossible. Evolving the Sharingan requires intense emotional stimulation.
Such as the death of friends or family, or personally killing someone close to you.
But judging by Zhou Cheng's records, nothing like that could possibly have happened.
His parents died long ago, and the few people he has bonds with in Konoha are all alive and well.
As Orochimaru considered this, the test subject's black Susanoo began to move.
He walked straight toward Zhou Cheng.
Everything above his chest protruded through the ceiling, so he plowed a long fissure through it.
Masses of rubble and dirt fell through the crack.
In an instant, they buried a large swath of the base's contents.
Orochimaru's face twisted with anguish.
This was his last base.
Building another base like this