"You're Shengu Xuan? Since you've come to your death of your own accord, feel true pain beneath Shinra Tensei!"
Amplified by surging chakra, Deva Path Pain's utterly emotionless voice echoed over all of Amegakure like rolling thunder. Deva Path Pain slowly rose into the air, terrifying, suffocating ocular power erupting from his purple Rinnegan. The surrounding air twisted violently under that immense chakra. Even the cold rain pouring from the sky was forcibly repelled by an invisible force whenever it came within ten meters of his body, forming a zone of absolute vacuum.
Lying in a pool of blood, Jiraiya endured the tearing agony from his severed arm and struggled to raise his head. When he saw Deva Path Pain's bearing, like a god descending, and felt the increasingly terrifying pressure in the surrounding air, his face instantly turned as white as paper.
"Shengu Xuan! Get out of the way! That attack is absolutely not something ordinary ninjutsu can withstand! It's a forbidden technique powerful enough to destroy the entire village!" Jiraiya shouted himself hoarse, even coughing up blood. Although he did not know the precise mechanics of Shinra Tensei, his battle-honed instincts were screaming a warning: once Deva Path Pain unleashed this attack, every living creature and building within several kilometers would instantly be crushed to powder.
Yet in the face of Jiraiya's desperate warning, Shengu Xuan remained as languid and unconcerned as ever, his hands in his pockets. Not only did he not retreat a single step, he casually kicked aside a stone by his feet, tilted his head back, and looked at Deva Path Pain in the air as though he were looking at an idiot.
"Destroy the village? With those few lousy iron rods and a pair of mutated eyes? Old pervert, just lie there and