Familiar Whispers

Faced with the [Complete Susanoo] summoned by Fengtian, the eight white snakes that Orochimaru transformed into appeared increasingly small and powerless.

The black giant was like a war god from the abyss, and the oppressive aura emanating from it made the eight white snakes tremble involuntarily.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

Orochimaru's voice echoed in the minds of the eight white snakes, filled with unbelievable fear.

He had never seen such a powerful and terrifying enemy, nor had he ever felt such a strong sense of powerlessness during his long war.

The Judgment Blade in Susanoo's hand traced a dazzling trail in the air, the resulting gale tearing the surrounding air apart, as if time itself stood still at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, the huge blade swung down, its target one of the eight white snakes.

"Bang!"

With a deafening roar, the white snake struck by the blade exploded instantly, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Upon seeing this, the other seven white snakes let out terrified roars and began to scatter and flee, trying to escape the terrifying giant.

However, the speed of Susanoo far exceeded their expectations.

The giant strode forward, crushing the remaining seven white snakes in an instant, as if trampling ants. Blood mist filled the entire [subspace], and the air reeked of blood.

As the last white snake vanished without a trace, Fengtian spoke calmly:

"Orochimaru, your Eight-Headed Serpent Technique is nothing special."

As the words fell, the Susanoo slowly dissipated, revealing Fengtian's calm and profound eyes.

He looked at the spot where Orochimaru had been standing. At this moment, Orochimaru was in a terrible state, his hands destroyed by the [Annihilation Power], and he could no longer use any ninjutsu.

"Who...who exactly are you...?"

Orochimaru's voice trembled in the empty air, filled with deep resentment and fear, like the last candle flame swallowed by the night, flickering and weak.

He never expected to suffer such a crushing defeat, leaving him no room for a counterattack, like a chick with its throat tightly gripped by an eagle, powerless to struggle.

Fengtian's eyes were as cold as winter ice, devoid of any warmth. He slowly opened his lips, his voice sharp and clear:

"We are [Twilight], you can also call us..."

"【god】!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fengtian simply raised his hand, and an invisible force pressed down on Orochimaru like a mountain, forcing him to bend his knees and kneel on the ground, raising dust in the air.

Before Orochimaru could even catch his breath, Fengtian's cold and ruthless words pierced his eardrums once more like a chilling wind:

"Now……"

"Two paths lie before you..."

"Or, submit to me..."

"Or...?"

"To vanish into nothingness within this [subspace]!"

Orochimaru's pupils suddenly contracted, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. He felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation and despair. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

He once used his wisdom and strength to stir up trouble in the ninja world, teetering on the brink of death countless times, but at this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be powerless to change the situation.

"Submit..."

Orochimaru's voice was deep and hoarse, each word sounding as if it had been sanded, squeezed out with difficulty from the depths of his throat, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm.

"To me, it's nothing but an absurd joke."

Fengtian's lips curled into a cold smile, a smile devoid of any warmth, more like a biting winter wind that pierced the heart and sent shivers down one's spine.

"Then, your answer is self-evident."

As Fengtian's words fell softly, an invisible sense of oppression surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly amplified to its extreme, as if to crush the entire space into dust!

In the blink of an eye, Orochimaru's battered body twisted and collapsed under the terrifying pressure.

Ultimately, it transformed into a dazzling yet tragic cloud of blood mist, slowly dissipating into this dark and mysterious [subspace], leaving only a faint scent of blood lingering in the air.

After doing all this, Fengtian did not rush to withdraw from this [subspace]. He simply stood there quietly, his eyes blazing, staring straight at a certain vague and ethereal direction.

From his perspective, the causal threads that originally connected Orochimaru were gradually dissipating.

Just when Fengtian thought everything had settled down and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his head suddenly felt like it had been hit hard by an invisible hammer, and a sharp pain almost made him faint!

Along with the sudden, excruciating pain, a familiar yet strange murmur rang in his ears, like an ancient incantation, or a prophecy of the future:

"Know yourself... settle the karmic debts..."

"Finding yourself..."

At this moment, Fengtian was forced to stagger by this sudden force and almost lost control of the [subspace].

He clutched his head tightly with both hands, his eyes closed, his face as pale as paper, and his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, trying to resist the intense pain and murmurs that came from the depths of his soul with his willpower.

"What...what on earth is going on?!"

Fengtian was terrified. He had never encountered such a bizarre and unpredictable situation before, as if the whole world had turned upside down and become chaotic at this moment.

Those whispers, like calls that transcend time and space, echoed directly in his mind. Each echo was like a sharp knife, carving deep marks on his soul.

He felt his consciousness being torn apart by this force, as if he were about to fall into endless darkness.

As the pain intensified, blurry and eerie images began to appear before Fengtian's eyes. These images were like shards of a broken mirror, impossible to piece together into a complete meaning.

He tried his best to see these images clearly, but even with the blessing of the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, the images remained like phantoms in the mist, elusive and unpredictable.

"Recognize yourself... End the cycle of cause and effect..."

The murmurs grew clearer, as if an invisible force was guiding him to examine his past, present, and future.

He felt his soul being drawn by this force, as if to uncover the deepest secrets hidden within.

Fengtian endured the excruciating pain in his mind, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly, trying his best to stay awake.

But this time the pain was far more intense and prolonged than the last! He felt as if he had been swept into an endless vortex from which he could not escape.

Finally, as time went by, Fengtian's willpower gradually collapsed.

Unable to resist the intense pain any longer, he collapsed to the ground, powerless.

In an instant, the [subspace] he had constructed vanished into the void at an extremely fast speed, like a bursting bubble.

The next moment, they were back in the real world…