Naruto looked just like a true fox demon, lithe, agile, and nimble. With a slight shudder of his body, the searing magma clinging to his skin scattered and fell.
The scattered flecks of magma flew in every direction, like a rain of fire pouring down from beyond the highest heavens, and slammed into the ground.
In an instant, masses of fierce, blazing flames soared into the sky, like countless fire dragons dancing wildly through the air and rampaging without restraint.
Wherever they passed, the earth was mercilessly scorched, leaving one startling little black hole after another and inflicting countless hideous wounds upon the land.
The sight before them was so shocking that everyone present understood perfectly well: this magma was absolutely not something that could be faked with ketchup or anything of the sort!
Naruto's and Sōsuke Aizen's faces were now terribly dark, as though weighed down by heavy blocks of lead, as though two mountainlike burdens had settled heavily upon their hearts.
Their brows were tightly knitted, as if bound by an invisible force that would not let them relax.
And beneath those furrowed brows, the same thought surged through their minds like a tide:
Given our current cultivation levels and strength, forcing this battle to determine who is stronger and who is weaker, who wins and who loses, might not be easy, but it is by no means impossible.
But the despairing part is that the time needed to achieve that is staggeringly long.
Without exaggeration, even if we kept fighting fiercely for two or three months, we probably still would not be able to determine the final outcome.
After all, their contest had only just begun. Only a few short hours had passed, and they were still a long way from truly deciding a winner.
Naruto knew