He wanted to cry out in terror, but he couldn't. Something had blocked his throat at that moment.
Not a single sound escaped.
Soon, even his thoughts began to age and decay, until they could no longer function...
In that brief instant, he felt as though he had lived through a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years.
His time was stripped away completely.
Every trace of life vanished from his body.
A gentle breeze blew past. Starting with his kunai, his aged body began to crumble, piece by piece.
In the end, it became tiny fragments and dust, scattering on the wind.
Every ninja witnessed that moment firsthand.
Their pupils contracted, but without exception, they were all stripped of control over their bodies.
Most of the surviving ninja were elite jonin.
The three leading them were even Kage Level fighters, with exceptional Ninja training and discipline.
Almost immediately, they assumed they had fallen into a genjutsu.
They tried various methods to disrupt the chakra within their bodies.
But they discovered that their chakra had stopped flowing. They couldn't circulate it at all.
What kind of genjutsu was this? How could it be so powerful? We hadn't even made eye contact with the legendary Mangekyo!
They were terrified.
Yet only afterward did they realize just how ridiculous their assumptions had been.
A pitch-black doorway appeared in the air, and a figure stepped out of it.
He wore spotless white robes, his silver hair drifting about him, ethereal as an immortal.
His features were unmatched, his bearing peerless.
Merely standing there, he seemed to become the center of heaven and earth.
He clearly wasn't releasing even the slightest trace of his aura.
Yet the whole world seemed to bow before him, and even the heavens lowered their heads.
An indescribable