As the charging finished, the chakra condensed by the three seafood fully gathered together. Then, toward the now-distant Mōryō, they fired a nearly ten-meter-wide cyan-blue "light cannon."
The instant the attack was released, Mōryō, who had already pulled several kilometers away, instantly felt his soul nearly leave his body. This strike absolutely could not be dodged. If he kept running without regard, he would definitely die!!!
At this moment, all of Mōryō's senses were frantically urging him to respond. In such a time, Mōryō was not one to hesitate. He immediately stopped his retreat and turned to face the light cannon coming at him in the blink of an eye.
Previously, because it was not his original body and he worried that overusing power would cause the body to collapse, Mōryō had held back somewhat during the earlier fight.
But now at this life-or-death juncture, Mōryō could not care anymore. He casually tossed aside the now-useless Lightning Blade. Then, the black chakra representing Mōryō surged rapidly from his entire body, instantly enveloping him completely.
It was as if his whole body had been covered with a black filter, and within the black there were hints of red—this was proof that the body was starting to break down from being unable to endure.
The effect of Mōryō's full burst was obvious. As if cosplaying Furina, Mōryō also formed a black light cannon in imitation, clearly preparing to clash head-on.
Seeing Mōryō's choice, Furina suddenly felt like laughing. Of course there was nothing wrong with responding this way. Whether the beam clash succeeded or not, at least it could weaken part of the power and increase his chance of survival.
But there was a mysterious saying: since ancient times, the left side loses in beam clashes. And the direction Mōryō had been running earlier happened to be to the left. Perhaps this was fate.
From sensing the threat to counterattacking, everything happened in the blink of an eye for Mōryō. During that time, the three seafood's light cannon finally arrived belatedly at its destination.
"Huff."
At this moment, Mōryō, who had already started panting heavily, finally launched his counterattack. The two sides clashed in blue and black right in front of Mōryō, exploding into a huge "firework."
However, whether in terms of charging time or chakra magnitude, Mōryō was at a disadvantage. After only a brief stalemate, the blue completely suppressed the black.
It was as if unstoppable, the blue pushed the black all the way back, completely engulfing Mōryō in the blue torrent. Then came a deafening massive explosion. The rising giant mushroom cloud was still shocking even from several kilometers away.
"Black Zetsu should have succeeded, right? Don't tell me he failed to save Mōryō and got himself buried in there too."
Obito also watched the distant mushroom cloud. Although he was very confident in Black Zetsu and White Zetsu's escape ability, he could not help feeling a bit worried at this moment.
Do not misunderstand—this was not because he was afraid something would happen to Black Zetsu and White Zetsu. For these things that Uchiha Madara had used to monitor him, Obito would be delighted if they died.
It was just that the current situation was not good. Although Black Zetsu and White Zetsu were not truly loyal to him, for now they could still be considered allies. If they really died together with Mōryō inside there, his future actions would only become even more difficult.
Looking at where Mōryō had originally stood, Furina thoughtfully blinked. Although not even a hair of Mōryō remained at this point, Furina still had the feeling that the other had not died.
As the saying goes, all worries stem from insufficient firepower. Since that was the case, she might as well just plow the whole area flat. It was not like one more time would matter.
And what happened next made Obito, who was watching from not far away, twitch his eye. After Mōryō was "eliminated," not only did the three seafood show no sign of stopping, but chakra erupted from Furina once again.
The originally nearly ten-meter light cannon grew by almost double once more, giving the strong impression of whipping the corpse until it was thoroughly done.