The instant Ōtsutsuki Sōichi stood up, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an invisible tide, suddenly spread out from the center of the Divine Wood Flying Ship!
This oppressive force transcended energy, matter, and even, to some extent, the physical laws of this star system! Wherever it passed, the battlefields where fierce battles were taking place seemed to be paused.
The engines of the charging Shinobi World ships suddenly went out, leaving them frozen in mid-air like insects encased in amber. The lights inside the ships flickered wildly before going completely dark, and all electronic equipment malfunctioned instantly. The ninjas inside, regardless of their strength, felt a chill run down their spines, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping their throats, making even breathing incredibly difficult.
The warships and soldiers of the Ōtsutsuki Legion all stopped moving, faced the direction of the divine wooden ship, and respectfully lowered their heads, as if welcoming their god.
The deafening battlefield fell into a deathly silence in Setsuna. Only the occasional faint sound of energy embers exploding and the cold echoes of floating debris colliding accentuated the suffocating stillness.
"Saint... Saint Level..." Shikamaru Nara, inside the command ship, felt the oppressive aura that almost crushed his soul, a bitter smile appearing on his face. As expected, in the end, he still managed to summon such a being.
A figure appeared silently above the Shenmu spaceship.
It was Ōtsutsuki Sōichi.
He remained as languid and casual as ever, as if he were merely out for a stroll. Yet, simply by standing there, he became the sole center of the entire star field. All the light, all the energy, all the thoughts seemed to involuntarily bow down to him.
His gaze swept calmly across the horrific battlefield, observing the endless wreckage and floating corpses without a trace of emotion, as if he were looking at an insignificant sand table.
"Resilient ants, worthy of praise." He spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet it echoed clearly in the depths of every survivor's mind, disregarding the laws of physics and distance. "But, the game should end."
He slowly raised his right hand and gently clenched it towards the area where the Allied Shinobi Forces had finally gathered.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light.
But everyone "saw" that the starry sky in that area, along with the dozens of remaining Shinobi World warships, tens of thousands of Shinobi World warriors, and the wreckage floating around them... everything, the space itself, began to twist and compress, like clay being kneaded by an invisible hand!
The warship's metal emitted a teeth-grinding groan before shattering like fragile glass. The ninjas inside couldn't even scream; their bodies were crushed into the finest particles by the spatial pressure. Not even light could escape the distorted area, turning it into a shrinking, all-consuming dark void!
Without a sound, a large portion of the last remaining fighting force of the Allied Shinobi Forces was wiped out!
This is the power of Saint! His words become law, and he controls the rules! Before him, the so-called fleets, powerful figures, and forbidden techniques all become laughable jokes.
"Damn it!!" The remaining Shinobi World powerhouses were furious at the sight, but they couldn't even move an inch. They could only feel a suffocating sense of powerlessness amidst boundless anger and despair.
"Oh? And a few slightly stronger ants?" Ōtsutsuki Sōichi seemed to notice Tian Yu, Naruto, Sasuke, and a few other top-tier Immortal Venerable who could barely maintain their consciousness thanks to their immense strength, and his gaze casually swept over them.
Just by being swept by his gaze, Naruto and the others felt as if they were being crushed by a billion tons of weight. Their bones creaked under the unbearable pressure, and they couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, their auras instantly weakening.
The gap is too big! There's simply no way to compete!
"Boring." Ōtsutsuki Sōichi seemed to have lost his patience and prepared to raise his hand again to completely wipe out the remaining "ants".
At this critical moment—
" Ōtsutsuki Sōichi!!!"
A grand and resolute idea exploded through the star field like a supernova!
The Tian Yu, which had been lurking at the rear of the Allied Shinobi Forces, facing off against the Divine Tree airship, rapidly transformed into Katsuyu, eventually becoming as massive as a mountain, and finally moved! She had been accumulating power for a month, waiting for this moment!
Her enormous compound eyes locked onto Ōtsutsuki Sōichi, and her body shone with an unprecedented light! It wasn't the light of Chakra, but the burning of the purest life force and the fire of her soul!
" The Shinobi World is not a place you can trample on at will!"
boom!!!
The Tian Yu burned everything she had! Her body melted in the light, transforming into a seven-colored torrent spanning the galaxy, composed of countless mysterious runes! This torrent, carrying the will to purify and assimilate everything, ignored the distance of space and instantly rushed to the front of Ōtsutsuki Sōichi!
This is the Tian Yu's ultimate technique, created by the Immortal King through the combination of the Great Dao of Runes and the power of life and death. It is also her ultimate and only act of resistance!
The Tian Yu burned itself, transforming into a seven-colored torrent of runes. Its immense power even temporarily dispersed the Saint pressure brought by Ōtsutsuki Sōichi, allowing the surviving Shinobi World warriors to regain control of their bodies.
They stared in awe at the seven-colored torrent, feeling the purifying and assimilating power it contained, which far surpassed the level of immortal Immortal King, and a faint glimmer of hope rekindled in their hearts.
" Lady Tian Yu!"
"Can she succeed?!"
This is the strongest attack the Shinobi World can currently unleash! It was an attack bought with the sacrifice of a Immortal King!
Faced with this seven-colored torrent powerful enough to annihilate Xingchen, severely injure, or even kill Saint, Ōtsutsuki Sōichi's expression finally underwent a subtle change.
It wasn't solemn, nor surprised, but rather a kind of... amusement, akin to watching an ant finally lift up a slightly larger grain of sand.
"Huh? I didn't expect there to be such a powerful being in this remote place. I underestimated him." He watched the oncoming torrent of seven colors with great interest, without even making any defensive move.
Just as the colorful torrent was about to engulf him, he slowly extended a single finger.
At the fingertips, a tiny, pale flame, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment, quietly appeared.
The flame was so faint that compared to the seven-colored torrent that the celestial Tian Yu had transformed from burning everything and which stretched across the Milky Way, it was like Fire Fly compared to the bright moon.
However, the Setsuna that pale flame appeared, the temperature of the entire battlefield seemed to drop by countless degrees, and an atmosphere of "annihilation" that was more terrifying than death spread out.
Ōtsutsuki Sōichi gently blew a breath towards the seven-colored torrent.
call--
That pale flame, growing with the wind, instantly transformed into a seemingly thin yet boundless pale sea of fire, meeting the seven-colored torrent head-on!
There was no earth-shattering collision, no explosive energy impact.
The Setsuna the pale sea of fire came into contact with the seven-colored torrent, a bizarre scene unfolded. The seven-colored torrent, containing the Tian Yu's life cultivation, life, and soul, seemed to have encountered its nemesis, or like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun; it began to melt and annihilate at a visible speed!
Purification? No! It's much more thorough—erasure!
The energy, laws, and even the will of the Tian Yu contained within the seven-colored torrent were all decomposed and reduced to nothingness from the most basic level under the scorching of the pale flames!
In the blink of an eye, the magnificent, seven-colored torrent that stretched across the Milky Way vanished without a trace under the pale sea of fire, as if it had never existed.
The pale sea of fire, after "devouring" the seven-colored torrent, quietly shrank back, transforming back into a tiny pale flame that hovered on Ōtsutsuki Sōichi's fingertip, gently leaping.
silence!