Chapter 256: Thunder God

At this moment, the spear gradually carried destructive power straight toward Alan's face, the air waves forming a conical vacuum zone before the spear tip.

Alan stood amid the thunder, his right hand raised slightly.

"Clang!"

With a loud sound of metal striking, Alan directly grabbed the spear shaft!

A terrifying shockwave spread outward in all directions with him as the center.

But Alan did not move a muscle; his figure was like a nail driven into the void, letting everything around him turn to ash under that power.

"Power of this degree," Alan's voice rang out amid the thunder, "is merely so."

His fingers exerted slight force, and the spear's surface instantly filled with cracks. The next moment, the spear turned into countless fragments and dissipated in the air.

"Boom—!"

A lightning pillar thick as a mountain suddenly fell from the sky, directly striking the remaining Truth-Seeking Balls, blasting all those floating Truth-Seeking Balls into the ground.

The Thunder Wings behind Alan vibrated, and his whole person shot into the sky in an instant. The flashing electric light in the clouds set him off like the Thunder God descending to the world.

Hashirama looked up at the sky, and that terrifying scene made his pupils contract slightly.

Even he, who had experienced countless great wars, had never seen such a spectacular and terrifying sight.

"Madara," Hashirama whispered softly, "if you don't come now, I might really be done for."

At this moment Alan gazed down at Hashirama below, electric light blazing in his eyes, even his exhaled breath carrying jumping electric arcs.

"Hashirama, do you know why the gods above the high heavens hold lightning in their hands?"

His voice carried boundless pressure, every word accompanied by thunderous rumbling:

"Because lightning represents punishment; when heavenly thunder sounds, ten thousand beasts prostrate, flocks of birds return to nests. This is the authority of the firmament, supreme and unrivaled!"

He slowly raised his right arm, palm facing the sky.

Violent lightning gathered in his hand, electric arcs intertwining, a long spear shaped like lightning and condensed from pure lightning took form.

"Thunder God Spear!"

Alan shouted violently, the lightning spear in his hand breaking through the sky downward.

"Crack!"

This strike pierced the entire sky, dyeing even the daylight deep blue, and everyone couldn't help but look up.

The distant commoners watched this scene in terror; some knelt and worshipped, thinking a god had descended to the world.

At this moment, heaven and earth lost color, sun and moon lost light.

Hashirama looked up, pupils tightening, only to see that lightning like a sword of the firmament, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Before the lightning spear even neared, the earth had already begun to collapse. The land under Hashirama's feet shattered inch by inch.

Even the soul trembled under the thunder's might. If struck, not only would the body turn to flying ash, even the soul would be utterly annihilated by this power.

"This power." Hashirama's hands rapidly formed Hand Seals. "Six Paths · Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!!"

Boom—!

Countless giant trees rose from the ground, each a hundred meters thick, rushing straight into the clouds. They interlocked, layered upon each other, like a tower reaching the heavens.

The trees' growth speed reached the extreme; in the blink of an eye they broke through the cloud layer. The entire wooden tower emitted golden light, as if vying with heaven.

However, the instant the lightning spear touched the wooden tower, a terrifying scene occurred.

Those incomparably sturdy giant trees instantly turned to dust, torn to shreds like paper. The lightning spear's momentum undiminished, it continued piercing downward.

Hashirama stared wide-eyed, watching that lightning about to devour everything. In this life-or-death instant, a figure flashed through his mind.

"Madara"

Right at this critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared before Hashirama.

Voice not yet fallen, the lightning spear had arrived.

"Boom!"

The entire planet trembled. Viewed from space, a dazzling blue light pierced from one end of the Ninja World to the other, like a scar stretching across the land.

Alan hovered in the high sky, looking down at the huge lightning sphere on the ground that kept flashing.

"Heh, the legendary God of Shinobi, also merely this much." The corner of Alan's mouth hooked into a cold smile.

"Then let me inherit this power. Six Paths Power, should be controlled by the true god."

Alan slowly extended his right hand, preparing to extract Six Paths Power. But just then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A powerful presence suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

That lightning sphere hundreds of meters in diameter suddenly trembled violently, electric arcs jumping wildly, as if something was about to burst out from inside.

"What?!" Alan's brow furrowed, his hand movement pausing.

The center of the lightning sphere on the ground suddenly lit up with a blood-red light. That touch of blood red was like a sharp blade, instantly splitting the entire lightning sphere in two.

"Boom!"

The lightning sphere exploded, countless electric arcs scattering and flying.

A figure slowly stood up from the lightning, black long hair fluttering in the electric light, eyes flashing with the Rinnegan's pattern.

Madara Uchiha raised his right hand, five fingers spread, then suddenly clenched.

"Disperse for me!"

In an instant, all the rampaging lightning seemed to have found an outlet, crazily surging into Madara's palm. The lightning sphere hundreds of meters in diameter was forcibly compressed into a basketball-sized ball of light, electric arcs jumping wildly on its surface.

Madara's palm exerted slight force.

"Boom!"

The lightning sphere exploded in his palm, turning into countless tiny electric arcs spreading outward, then dissipating without a trace.

【57】 His movements seemed casual, yet revealed an indescribable composure and Haki.

His movements appeared casual, yet they revealed an indescribable composure and Haki.

"Madara Uchiha?!" Alan hovering in the high sky, pupils sharply contracting, face showing an expression of disbelief.

What exactly is going on with this world? First a Six Paths Level Hashirama, and now even Madara Uchiha has appeared! And

He stared fixedly at the aura emanating from Madara's body, which actually far exceeded Hashirama's.

"Madara," Hashirama looked at the man before him at this moment, grinned, and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth: "You're too slow getting here too."

Madara Uchiha turned to look at his close friend of many years, the corner of his mouth lifting into a meaningful smile.

"Heh, Hashirama, I thought you only showed that expression when fighting me."

Hashirama straightened his body: "Haven't you been waiting for this moment all along?"

Alan in the high sky watched the two exchanging words below, his expression gradually darkening.

The pride of a Reincarnator made him unable to endure the feeling of being ignored.

"Enough!" Alan shouted violently, the Thunder Wings behind him suddenly expanding, violent lightning pressure sweeping the surroundings.

"Daring to ignore a god!" Alan looked down from above, his voice thick with disdain, "You merely took a casual strike from me! And you're this carried away?"

Madara chuckled lightly: "A god? With your level, you're worthy of being called a god?" His tone was full of mockery.

"What did you say!" Alan's eyes turned blood-red, the thunderclouds in the sky churning wildly.

Madara stepped forward, a cold smirk on his face: "Want to dance before me?"

Boom!

An unprecedentedly powerful aura erupted from within Madara's body,

The Six Paths Robe materialized on him, the luxurious white robe patterned with black magatama designs.

As his power rose, sharp horns slowly grew on his forehead. Nine pitch-black Truth-Seeking Balls emerged behind him, slowly rotating.

Madara waved his right hand, and a black scepter appeared in his grasp out of thin air.

Bang!

The base of the scepter lightly touched the ground, ripple-shaped cracks spreading outward in circles. The earth trembled under this power, the air filled with a suffocating oppressive feeling.

The four eyes on Madara's forehead opened simultaneously. On the sides were Byakugan, the middle two were eerie Mangekyou Sharingan.

Finally, the Moon's Eye in the center of Madara's forehead slowly opened, a ripple flashing through the blood-colored Rinnegan, an indescribable pressure sweeping across heaven and earth.

Madara stood there, seven eyes rotating simultaneously, as if able to pierce through all things in the world.

"What?!" At this moment Alan looked at Madara Uchiha before him, revealing an incredulous expression.

"Rinnegan, Byakugan, Sharingan," Alan murmured to himself.

The other party had actually already gathered all the Otsutsuki bloodlines in the Ninja World, this had already surpassed the upper limit shown in the original work.

Hashirama stood to the side, watching Madara display his full power, a helpless smile on his face.

"You really haven't changed at all, every time you have to beat your opponent black and blue before you're satisfied."

Madara glanced at Hashirama: "Heh, otherwise how would I do justice to the beating you took?"

Hashirama's expression turned serious: "Madara, don't cause too big a commotion, after all this is our world."

"Understood."

Alan sneered coldly: "Putting on an act!" He abruptly spread his arms, the Thunder Wings behind him exploding, flashing electric arcs dyeing the air deep blue.

"Even if you've fused these powers, so what?"

The corner of Madara's mouth hooked into a cold smirk, his right hand gripping the Six Paths Staff tight. The oppressive feeling in the air suddenly surged.

"Boom!"

The two almost simultaneously rushed at each other. Alan's figure turned into a streak of lightning, the Zanpakuto slashing down. Madara raised the Six Paths Staff to meet it.

Clang!

The huge sound of metal collision exploded in the air. The instant the two forces collided, a terrifying shockwave expanded outward with them as the center. The ground instantly cracked, rubble flying.

Alan's pupils shrank slightly, he could feel the power transmitted from the Six Paths Staff far exceeded expectations.

But he advanced instead of retreating, wrist turning, pouring more lightning energy into the Zanpakuto.

The lightning on the Zanpakuto suddenly surged, turning into a lightning dragon roaring toward Madara.

But just then, the Rinnegan in the center of Madara's forehead suddenly rotated, a ripple surfacing in the pupil.

Alarm bells rang in Alan's heart, he wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

"Tengai Shinsei." Madara softly spoke these four words.

The next instant, both their figures simultaneously vanished from the spot.

Opening his eyes again, before him was a stretch of desolate land, under a crimson sky, black giant rocks standing like blades.

"Where is this?" Alan looked around, "Beginning Ball Space?!"

"Here," Madara slowly raised his right hand, nine Truth-Seeking Balls rotating behind him, "there's no need to worry about involving innocents."

(Chapter End)