Itachi's left Mangekyo Sharingan was also struggling frantically, trying to break free from the erosion of the toad's phantom sound. But Fukasaku and Shima's ultimate genjutsu, coupled with Jiraiya's chakra-intensive restraint, formed a perfect suppression. Susanoo's huge body shook violently within the restraints, but for a moment, it was difficult to break free.

Jiraiya struggled to bring his hands together in the mud. He gathered the last bit of free natural energy, mixing it with the meager chakra remaining in his body. A golden-blue Rasengan, only the size of a fist but with an extremely concentrated light, took shape in his palm.

"It's over… Uchiha Itachi!" Jiraiya roared. He rushed toward the bound Susanoo's core, where Itachi was wrapped in the dark-red skeleton, without a moment's hesitation. The Rasengan in his palm emitted a low humming sound that grew more and more intense, and the shape of the Rasengan gradually grew larger. The source of thɪs content is novel⸺fire.net

"Sage Art: Massive Rasengan!"

This was a killing technique. Jiraiya understood that if he wanted to defeat Itachi Uchiha, he had to kill him. The injuries inflicted on Itachi by his sage art just moments ago had now recovered. The power of Wood Release was truly terrifying.

Just as the giant Rasengan was about to hit Susanoo's body, there was a sudden "hum," and an indescribable, cold pressure, as if from the underworld itself, came without warning. A heavy, murderous aura, with an indifference that looked down upon all living beings, instantly enveloped the entire canyon. The air suddenly froze, and even the pouring rain seemed to stop in mid-air for a moment. The sound of the rushing river, the sound of rain hitting the stone walls—all natural sounds were swallowed up by this absolute, oppressive silence.

All the hairs on Jiraiya's body stood on end instantly, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible, icy hand.

Sages Fukasaku and Shima simultaneously issued a sharp warning: "Little Jiraiya! Up there!"

He looked up suddenly.

On the tops of the towering cliffs on both sides, six figures, like tombstones, stood silently in the rain. They all wore the same black robes with red clouds, which fluttered in the strong wind. Six pairs of strange eyes, spread out like purple ripples, stared down at him. Their cold gazes were like real probes, penetrating the rain curtain and pinning Jiraiya to the spot.

The leader, with short, orange hair like solidified flames and an expression as indifferent as a god, was suspended in the air several feet above the top of the cliff, an invisible force field surrounding him. He was none other than the head of the Six Paths of Pain, the Deva Path.

"You… you are Yahiko?" Jiraiya was stunned. Why did this familiar yet unfamiliar face look so much like his former apprentice? The apprentice who had died long ago.

"Hey! Old man, little Jiraiya, look at their eyes!" Under the layers of rain, a faint purple light appeared and disappeared.

"These eyes! Could it be… could it be?"

"The Rinnegan!"

"It turns out that the legendary eye really exists in this world!"

"And there's more than just one pair—there are six!"

"Damn it, judging by their clothes, they must be in the same group as that Uchiha brat. This is not good…"

"We have to find a way to get out of here. The enemy's reinforcements have suddenly arrived, so we need to make a long-term plan! Hey, little Jiraiya, are you listening?"

"Jiraiya? Jiraiya!?"

Even though the two great sages were chattering in Jiraiya's ears, he acted as if he didn't hear them. His face was pale, his eyes fixed on the figure in the air, and his mouth hung open, unable to close.

"How… how could this happen?"

"Yahiko… why do you have Nagato's eyes?"

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