The blood-colored scythe rapidly grew larger in Tengen Uzui's pupils.
The deadly poison coating it, potent enough to melt flesh and blood, seemed to have become a tangible curse as it rushed toward his face.
He could see it clearly.
He could judge its course.
But he could not dodge it.
The numbness seeping into his marrow was like thousands upon thousands of icy venomous snakes, coiling tightly around his nerves and completely severing his will from his body.
Was he going to die?
In this utterly unflashy place, in such an ugly state?
A flicker of unwillingness flashed through Tengen Uzui's mind.
He could even see Gyutaro's face, twisted beyond recognition by sheer delight.
"Just... die... flashily! Hashira-!"
Gyutaro's roar, mingled with sick elation, pronounced the hero's end.
Just then.
A terrifying will beyond description, as though it had come from the primordial wilderness, descended with a crash!
"I told you, you don't get to decide whether he lives or dies yet!"
Sasuke's voice was cold, devoid of even the slightest emotion.
In his scarlet, ominous Mangekyō Sharingan, the blood-colored pinwheel patterns spun madly, as though they would suck people's very souls inside!
A drop of blood slowly fell from the corner of his left eye.
That drop of blood was like an offering for some ritual.
In the next instant, the entire battlefield paled before it!
The purple demon god towering over the ruins, previously nothing but a skeleton, let out a silent roar!
Surging, nearly uncontrollable purple chakra poured wildly from its body like an erupting volcano!
Across the once-hollow skeleton, strands of red energy resembling human meridians sprouted madly, spreading and intertwining!
Immediately afterward, denser purple chakra filled every gap between the meridians and bones like flesh and blood!
Arms, chest, back...
In the mere blink