Chapter 118: Three Meteorites

“Nutrients!” Wang Teng’s face changed, “Yang Wei, are Itachi insane?! Do Itachi even know what Itachi’re saying?!”

“I’m perfectly clear.”

Yang Wei’s gaze swept over the three, finally settling on Jiang Xia—with a hint of scrutiny… and battle intent.

“Clearer than ever before. Jiang Xia, since my father died, I’ve been looking for a chance to truly fight Itachi. I never had one before—now… it’s perfect.”

The vast pressure around him no longer concealed itself—it surged toward the three like a tidal wave! The very space around him trembled faintly!

Ye Lingxi immediately unleashed her ice domain; azure frost tried to resist, but shattered instantly upon contact, unable to fully hold back the force.

Wang Teng grunted sharply; the dark gray runes on his Soul-Eating Scythe surged wildly, barely allowing him to stand firm.

Only Jiang Xia—his left eye’s Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and right eye’s Rinnegan both blazing—summoned the blue skeletal form of Susano’o before him, blocking the terrifying pressure, though the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

“Half-Saint… peak!”

Jiang Xia spoke slowly, his heart surging with shock. The aura Yang Wei now emitted far surpassed ordinary Half-Saint early stage—it was unquestionably at the peak of the Half-Saint realm!

“Sharp eyes.” Yang Wei nodded approvingly, then sighed, “Too bad Itachi came. Knowing secrets Itachi shouldn’t have… Itachi’ll have to stay here.”

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised one hand and pressed down gently toward the three.

“Hum!”

In an instant, Jiang Xia and the others felt the surrounding space freeze solid—as if trapped in invisible mud, their movements agonizingly sluggish!

A force of irresistible suction surged from all directions, violently tearing at their bodies and spiritual power!

“Spatial confinement?! Absorption force?!” Jiang Xia’s pupils shrank sharply—he suddenly recognized the familiar energy signature, “It’s the Kunpeng! Itachi’ve obtained the Kunpeng’s power?!”

“Correct.” Yang Wei’s lips curled into a strange smile, “Now, feel the power of the ancient age!”

“There is a fish in the Northern Ocean!”

The space before his palm collapsed abruptly, forming a miniature black hole radiating terrifying suction—ready to swallow Jiang Xia and the others, along with the grass, earth, and stones around them!

“Not a chance! Susano’o!” Jiang Xia roared, unleashing his full late-stage Wanghou spiritual power; the half-skeletal form of Susano’o solidified instantly, its massive bony arm clenching into a fist and smashing straight into the miniature black hole!

“Boom!”

The bone arm collided with the black hole, producing a muffled thunderclap; ripples violently spread through the space.

Cracks spread across Susano’o’s bone arm, yet the miniature black hole twisted under the blow, its suction sharply weakened.

“Old Xia!” Wang Teng seized the chance to break free partially; his Soul-Eating Scythe erupted with dense death energy, “Fengdu Secret Spell: Huangquan’s Pull!”

A murky river phantom surged toward Yang Wei, aiming to disrupt his mind and spiritual flow.

Ye Lingxi struck simultaneously; the Ice Phoenix Feather blazed with radiant light, “Xuanming—Absolute Zero!” Extreme cold instantly froze the space around Yang Wei, slowing his movements.

“Child’s play.” Yang Wei sneered; space rippled around him, effortlessly shattering the Huangquan phantom and the ice barrier—the miniature black hole stabilized again, its suction even stronger.

“Useless. Before the Kunpeng’s power, your resistance is futile.” His gaze was cold, as if watching a few struggling ants.

Jiang Xia looked at Wang Teng and Ye Lingxi straining to hold on, then at Yang Wei’s unfathomable aura—he knew he could no longer hold back.

“Complete Form—Susano’o!”

Susano’o’s spiritual power surged again, ascending to its Complete Form.

“Boom!!!”

The Complete Form Susano’o—the colossal blue giant resembling a divine demon—wielded a blazing black Amaterasu-flame sword and slashed violently toward the ever-expanding miniature black hole!

This was one of Jiang Xia’s strongest abilities—he sought to forcibly break the Kunpeng’s absorption force with ultimate power and indestructible nature; where the flame sword passed, space warped and burned.

Yet against Yang Wei—a Half-Saint peak who wielded spatial and absorption primordial forces—this strike remained desperately difficult.

The flame sword clashed violently with the black hole; black flames scorching its edges, trying to burn it away.

But the black hole absorbed the black flames, releasing even greater suction—stopping the sword’s slash outright, and beginning to devour Susano’o itself!

“Crack… crackle…”

Fine cracks appeared on the seemingly indestructible armor of the Complete Form Susano’o—and spread rapidly!

Jiang Xia’s face turned ashen; blood oozed from all seven orifices, his vast spiritual power draining like a dam breaking into the black hole.

“Old Xia!” Wang Teng’s eyes bulged with rage; ignoring the crushing pressure, he pushed his spell further.

Ye Lingxi also gave everything—her Ice Phoenix Feather fused with her body; she cried out sharply, transforming into a stream of ice-blue light.

Wherever she passed, all things froze—even space seemed solidified—as she pierced straight toward Yang Wei’s back!

Facing this life-or-death pincer attack, Yang Wei finally frowned slightly.

“Annoying ants.”

His free left hand flicked casually backward; an invisible spatial barrier instantly formed.

Wang Teng’s spell runes struck the barrier and vanished like mud swallowed by the sea—only a faint ripple disturbed its surface.

Ye Lingxi’s ice-blue light, upon impact, slowed abruptly; her extreme cold spread wildly, trying to freeze the barrier.

But the barrier was unbreakable—and rebounded with immense force!

“Spit!”

Ye Lingxi was struck as if by a hammer; her ice-blue light shattered, revealing her form as she spat blood and flew backward, crashing hard to the ground, her aura instantly dimmed.

In that fleeting instant when Yang Wei diverted attention to Wang Teng and Ye Lingxi, Jiang Xia seized the opportunity!

He knew: conventional techniques could never match Yang Wei’s Half-Saint peak. Only a desperate gamble would do.

He snapped his head up; the swirling patterns of his right Rinnegan spun furiously, his ocular power burning at unprecedented speed!

“Yang Wei! Try this! Tenrin Shōsei!”

He formed hand seals, ignoring the searing pain and blurred vision from overexertion, forcing the technique to activate!

This time—not one, but all he could summon: three colossal meteorites!

Dark clouds filled the sky; the meteorites, radiating annihilation, plummeted toward Yang Wei and the area he occupied!

Before they even arrived, the oppressive pressure caused the earth to collapse and sink!

Yang Wei looked up, watching the three meteorites—as if fallen from another world—for the first time, a flicker of seriousness appeared in his eyes.

“Interesting… so this is your ocular technique? To summon such a massive celestial assault.”

He abandoned the miniature black hole, instead lifting both hands upward in a supporting gesture.