bookbashuk Chapter 556 So, you've come to stop me?
Chapter 556 So, you've come to stop me?
Chapter 556 So, you've come to stop me?
呲!
Before Otsutsuki Isshiki could figure it out, another whooshing sound came from the other side.
This time, it was a silver spear wrapped in lightning chakra that pierced Isshiki's temple.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki raised his other free arm, and a black rod about the length of his eyebrow appeared out of thin air in his hand, which he blocked to the side.
Clang!
The tip of the silver spear struck the middle of the black rod, bursting into a dazzling burst of lightning and sparks.
Only then did Isshiki slowly turn his head to look in the direction from which the silver spear had come, and meet a scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan.
Holding a silver spear and with blue lightning crackling around his body, Uchiha Sasuke stared coldly at him.
The shockwave from the collision whipped his black hair across his forehead, revealing his other eye.
However, it is not the eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.
Instead, it is a six-tomoe Rinnegan.
"He's not enough on his own." A cold smile appeared on Sasuke Uchiha's face. "Even if we join, what difference will it make?"
As soon as the words were spoken, as if an unspoken understanding had been reached, Nagato, Naruto, and Sasuke simultaneously exerted their strength from three different directions.
Ōtsutsuki Isshiki's expression darkened slightly, and his eyes flickered.
—Shaoming Biguna.
hum!
In the next instant, he shrunk to a microscopic level imperceptible to the naked eye and vanished from the spot.
Bang! Clang!
The attacks of Nagato and his two companions lost their target. Due to their overwhelming momentum, the silver spear, wooden sword, and tin staff inevitably collided in the confined space.
Turbulence and a deafening roar exploded between the three, the shockwave tearing apart the already shattered ground around them, sending dust billowing into the sky.
"Up there," Naruto, whose senses were the most acute, said, causing the other two to look up sharply.
High in the sky, the shrunken figure of Otsutsuki Isshiki instantly returned to its original size, hovering silently as if it had appeared out of thin air, looking down at the three people below.
"The struggle of ants only adds to the amusement."
He spoke softly, raising both arms with his palms facing upwards.
Above its head, countless black rods, like a thicket of thorns, appeared out of nowhere, covering almost a small patch of sky and casting a despairing shadow.
"fall."
With a single, supporting motion, the arms suddenly swung downwards.
Whoosh! !
As a chilling, dense buzzing sound resounded across the sky, tens of thousands of black rods, covering the entire area, transformed into a torrential rain, indiscriminately pouring down upon Nagato and his two companions below.
The sound of something tearing through the air was shrill and piercing, forming a continuous chorus, like the shriek of death.
The black rod moved with lightning speed, covering an extremely wide area, almost completely sealing off any space for evasion, aiming to pierce through and impale the three of them—
Meanwhile, beneath that deep crevice...
It was dimly lit, filled with the stench of blood, and the air was stagnant and oppressive.
In this absolute silence, only—
"Hoo-ha-hoo-ha--"
The heavy, hoarse breathing, along with the accompanying footsteps, broke the deathly silence.
Having lost the Ten-Tails' chakra, Orochimaru was in an extremely miserable state.
He no longer possessed that composed coldness; his long, gray hair was withered and dull, and his golden vertical pupils were cloudy and unfocused.
Just like Obito Uchiha after the Ten-Tails was removed in the original work, although he did not die immediately, his consciousness was like a candle in the wind, struggling only with his full will.
"Ahem!"
He had to brace himself against the cold, slippery rock wall with his hands to keep from falling, and each step forward was accompanied by a creaking sound as his entire body struggled to keep up with the weight.
My feet felt like they were filled with lead, or like I was stepping on burning coals, with alternating waves of burning pain and numbness.
and----
hum!
Orochimaru's previously unfocused yet determined gaze suddenly became momentarily dazed, as if his soul had been pulled away from his body by something.
But only for a moment. The next instant, the gaze suddenly refocused, becoming even more ferocious and malevolent than before, the golden vertical pupils shrinking into slits.
Why?
The old voice of the White Snake Immortal resounded deep within his mind.
"Why can't my illusion work on you? Your spirit is so weak, how could this be—"
It had long been intertwined with Orochimaru's soul, becoming an inseparable part of it.
Even though Orochimaru temporarily regained control at the level of consciousness, he could only suppress and imprison the White Snake Sage's will deep within his soul, and could not completely kill him.
Because that would be tantamount to cutting off a part of one's own soul.
Now that Orochimaru has lost the Ten-Tails and is so mentally fragile, it should be the best time for the White Snake Sage to regain his body.
but----
hum!
Orochimaru's eyes glazed over again for a brief moment, and he even staggered as a result, with more cold sweat beading on his forehead.
But then, he shook his head violently, and his eyes regained their clarity, only beneath that clarity lay a deeper weariness and a chilling madness.
"No, that's not right! My illusion has clearly taken effect! You—"
This time, the White Snake Immortal seemed to sense something, his voice suddenly rising in disbelief as he asked, "You're committing suicide?"
"You keep trying to break free from my illusions by committing suicide within them?!"
Are you kidding me?
The pain and psychological trauma of "dying" in its illusory world are far more profound and terrifying than death in reality.
Given Orochimaru's current state of exhaustion and his soul already riddled with holes, each suicide attempt in the illusion is tantamount to a thousand cuts to the spirit.
Moreover, what the White Snake Immortal couldn't understand the most was—
Orochimaru, isn't he always afraid of death?
Now, he's actually committing suicide again and again in the illusion to fight against it?
Orochimaru clenched his teeth so tightly that you could hear them grinding together, and took another step forward, staring intently at the deep darkness at the end.
"It's not over yet—I still have—a chance—" he murmured, "The things inside the underground palace—I must get them, I absolutely must get them—"
Obsession became the only thing still burning brightly in his broken body.
However, the next moment, his murmurs abruptly stopped.
The heavy steps that seemed to drag mountains underfoot suddenly stopped, frozen in place.
Orochimaru's head, as if turning a rusty gear, slowly rose, and his unfocused golden pupils gradually focused.
Looking deeper into the underground palace passage, towards that enormous stone gate.
There, two figures stood silently, their presence unknown.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
"Ha—cough cough—"
After an unknown amount of time, Orochimaru let out a hoarse laugh, coughed a few times, and slowly said, "I never thought that the three of us would reunite in this kind of scene."
"So, you're here to stop me?"
"Jiraiya, Tsunade."
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