"What... is this pressure?"
Hanzo of the Salamander was drenched in sweat.
He stared at the towering figure, so immense that even the heavens seemed unable to contain him.
A vast shadow fell over everything before him.
At that moment, even escape felt like an impossible dream.
In that instant, he recalled a legend from the Warring States Period,
one that had spread throughout the Shinobi World.
If you encountered a blue giant that blotted out the sky and moon,
you were to run as far as you could without looking back.
For that was no realm mortals could enter. It was the power of a god!
And now, all Hanzo of the Salamander could feel was terror.
After decades of cultivation, an otherworldly aura flowed around Madara Uchiha.
Combined with his innate oppressive presence, it left everyone breathless, regarding him with the reverence due a god.
With his complete understanding of the Rinnegan and his Cultivation Method,
the Susanoo Madara Uchiha wielded now far surpassed even Perfect Susanoo in size.
This was a Six Paths level Susanoo!
"Has the Shinobi World fallen so low? Does any piece of trash dare call himself a god now?"
Madara folded his arms across his chest, his overwhelming pressure bearing down on everyone.
Damn it, I can't move! Is the gap between us really this vast?
Hanzo of the Salamander screamed desperately inside.
Yet he could not force so much as a single word from his mouth.
"You know nothing of power."
Madara Uchiha's expression was as indifferent as a god's.
"Take one last look at this world. Consider it my gift to you!"
Madara Uchiha returned the very words Hanzo of the Salamander had once spoken to the Sannin, word for word.
And yet Hanzo of the Salamander could find nothing to