Main World.
Winter, year 27 of Konoha.
Above Mechanical City, Mechanical Star.
The blue light net continued its suppression. The immense net woven from pure energy covered all of Mechanical City, dividing the sky into countless tiny blue diamonds. The chakra concentration within the net kept falling, leaving Yanchuang with less and less power to command. His Rinnegan still spun, but more slowly now. It was not that he did not want them to spin faster; they could not. Like an invisible hand, the blue light net gripped the flow of every strand of energy within him, suppressing the influx of natural energy with every breath he took.
Yanchuang stood at the center of the battlefield, dozens of tears already marking his white robe. Missiles had not made them. Tiegu had. Soldiers from the Dubhe Battle Group's 1st Company charged him in turns, their Cardinal Transforming Blades switching incessantly between long saber, spear, and concealed-weapon cannon forms. Every saber hacked into his body, every spear stabbed his chest, and every cannon blasted his face. His flesh could still withstand them, but every strike consumed his stamina and chakra. Once or twice meant nothing. A hundred or two hundred times became a burden. A thousand or two thousand became wounds.
Yanchuang's Rinnegan lit up with pale purple light. Myriad Images of the Heavy Prison. A hundredfold gravity crushed the entire stretch of land. He intended to clear the battlefield with this move. The blue light net suppressed his eye power, but his Rinnegan still worked. Ripples of gravity spread in every direction from beneath his feet. Wherever they passed, the ground sank, buildings collapsed, and the Celestial Pivot Warriors' steps grew heavy as lead. Under a hundredfold gravity, an ordinary person's bones would shatter instantly, their organs crushed to pulp. The