With that, Indra slowly raised his hand.
Humm-
The purple chakra around him surged!
Violent, domineering chakra, condensed to its utmost limit, shot into the sky, tearing through the churning clouds once again!
Indra no longer argued his case, demanded answers, or hoped for justice.
Since reason could not prevail, since their ideals could not coexist...
Then strength would decide who was right!
Watching his eldest son descend completely into extremism, the Sage of Six Paths felt both heartbroken and helpless. He tried to reason with him one last time.
"Indra, stop. If you continue like this, you will only destroy yourself in the end."
"Destroy?"
Indra burst into cold laughter, sharp and unrestrained, filled with resentment and defiance.
"Today, I'll make you take a good look!"
"At who will truly be destroyed!"
The instant his words fell!
BOOM!!!
The colossal purple Susanoo rose from the ground once more!
Bones built upon bones, armor rapidly took shape, and its towering body blotted out the sky!
The Perfect Susanoo's crimson eyes locked onto Asura and the Sage of Six Paths ahead.
All the Ninshu disciples stumbled backward in terror, their faces filled with dread as they trembled.
This was the greatest power in the Shinobi World!
The Sage of Six Paths stood silently behind the center of the battlefield. As he watched his eldest son, consumed by darkness and bloodlust, heedless of even his own family, his eyes filled with grief and disappointment.
He could not bear it and regretted it deeply, but at this point, he could no longer mend the brothers' relationship. He could only watch helplessly as his own sons turned their blades against each other.
On the battlefield, Asura's eyes were red and brimming with tears. He stared at his older brother, his voice trembling with pleading.