"Oh? A somewhat interesting use of energy. Unfortunately... far too crude."
He raised his hand again, the Rinnegan in his palm flickering with an eerie light.
The light of Dust Release, capable of breaking any substance down into atoms, was likewise mercilessly absorbed the instant it touched Momoshiki's palm!
"How is that possible?! Even Dust Release..." Ōnoki looked as though lightning had struck him, his face turning deathly pale. The chakra within him lashed back violently as his technique was forcibly absorbed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying on the verge of collapse.
"Lord Tsuchikage!" Kurotsuchi cried out, rushing forward to support her grandfather.
"That is all an ant's dying struggle amounts to." Momoshiki gazed indifferently at the gravely wounded Ōnoki, as though he had merely swatted a troublesome insect to death. "Kinshiki, pick up the pace."
"Yes!"
Kinshiki's enormous body moved. The red light of Futsunomitama behind him surged, and in an instant, countless weapons formed from pure chakra.
Giant axes, spears, great blades, and chains rained down in a torrential barrage! These weapons were not only incomparably sharp, but also contained terrifying power and strange energy fluctuations, easily tearing through rock, destroying buildings, and reaping lives.
The ninja of Iwagakure fought desperately, but against the absolute disparity in strength, their resistance seemed so feeble and futile.
Kinshiki casually swatted aside jōnin-level ninjutsu, while chunin and genin were crushed by the stray energy before they could even get close. All of Iwagakure seemed to have become a living hell, cries and screams mingling with explosions and the crashing of collapsing buildings.
"Found it." Momoshiki suddenly spoke. His Byakugan seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of rock, smoke, and dust, locking onto a direction.
It was precisely where Iwagakure's archive stood, housing ancient texts and