The captured Blood Scythe still shook wildly, trying to break free of the enormous purple hand's grip.
Gyutaro's sickly, mismatched eyes brimmed with uncontrollable rage and horror.
He could not understand.
Why had his strength and his deadly poison failed against this skeleton?
"Sizzle-sizzle-"
The deadly poison coating the scythe furiously corroded Susanoo's palm, sending up clouds of thick white smoke with a teeth-grating hiss.
Yet even as the enormous purple hand corroded, it regenerated and repaired itself at a visible speed, as though it possessed inexhaustible energy.
For the first time, this contest of strength made Gyutaro feel the meaning of "futility."
"Big Brother-!"
Just then, Daki's shrill, piercing cry, mingled with grievance and venom, rang out from the other end of the battlefield.
The head that had been severed and fallen onto the roof was precisely caught by an obi extending from her headless body. Like a hurled meteor hammer, it cut through the night sky and flew back onto her own neck.
The flesh at the severed edges writhed and knitted together furiously. In less than a second, her still-wailing head had reattached perfectly.
"Kill them! Big Brother! Kill that red-eyed bastard! And that flashy guy! Cut them into pieces!!"
As soon as Daki recovered, she pointed at Sasuke and Tengen Uzui and spat out utterly venomous curses.
She did not recklessly charge at the purple demon god radiating an ominous aura.
Having suffered once, she already understood how foolish it was to clash with it head-on.
She controlled dozens of obi, sending them like a swarm of enraged venomous snakes to attack Susanoo's body furiously from every direction at extremely tricky angles!
The purpose of these obi was not to inflict damage, but to harass, pin it down, and search for any possible opening beneath that