Only the head of Otsutsuki Urashiki was left, connected to a right shoulder and arm by a thread, and he had almost lost most of his offensive capabilities.
"Why?"
"Why!"
"Why?!"
The three consecutive questions drove Otsutsuki Urashiki further into madness.
Confusion!
Anger!
Resentment!
Humans, a race he regarded as the most despicable existence—
How could they have inflicted such damage on him?
Why did they make him so wretched?
Why could he not defeat them?
They!
Were just thieves who had stolen the Chakra of the Otsutsuki Clan, so how could they possess such potential?!
At this moment, Otsutsuki Urashiki once again squeezed out his potential, and his shattered body grew back, erupting with even greater power, but his face had aged considerably.
