Chapter 60: A Beating in the Spiritual World! You Know Nothing of Power
"Give your body to me!!!"
Orochimaru's head, which had already mutated into a giant white-scaled serpent, slammed into Yahiko's brow with viscous Chakra and a near-pathological fanaticism.
To observers in the physical world, Orochimaru's body froze eerily at that moment, while Yahiko stood in place with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
However, in the spiritual dimension, a one-sided slaughter had only just begun.
Buzz—!
Orochimaru's spiritual body suddenly charged into a distorted space.
He had expected to see a fragile, panicked young Soul or a labyrinth locked by Sealing runes. But when he opened his golden vertical pupils, the sight before him made his Soul tremble.
There was no mist here, no Chakra.
There were only endless red and white grid-like cracks, along with an oppressive feeling that nearly suffocated him.
"What is this place?"
Orochimaru manifested his true form as a giant white-scaled serpent, coiling within this space. He tried to sense Yahiko's location, only to find that the space itself was repelling his existence.
"You've finally come in."
A cold voice thundered above the space.
Orochimaru looked up abruptly.
He saw Yahiko standing in the Void Realm with his hands behind his back. There was no panic in his eyes, only the playfulness of a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap.
"Yahiko! No matter what tricks you're playing, in the world of the Soul, I am the absolute Dominator!"
Orochimaru roared, his massive serpent body whipping up a frigid spiritual storm. He opened his bloody maw, attempting to swallow Yahiko's consciousness in one bite.
"Dominator?"
A cruel curve hooked the corner of Yahiko's mouth. "Orochimaru, you seem to have misunderstood one thing."
"In reality, you can't see it. But in the spiritual world..."
Behind Yahiko, the Void Realm distorted violently.
A humanoid phantom, red and white with savage muscular lines, rose from the ground like a demon.
It was exactly King Crimson!
At this moment, the Stand was no longer a blurry phantom but a spiritual entity solidified to the extreme. Its pale green eyeballs were locked onto the charging white-scaled serpent, and a spiritual pressure of extreme violence instantly swept across the area.
"What... is that thing?!"
Orochimaru's spiritual body instinctively sensed the threat of death. He wanted to stop, but it was already too late.
"A Stand is the ultimate materialization of spiritual energy."
Yahiko's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "In the Domain of the Soul, it is God."
"Crush. Him. To. Pieces!"
At Yahiko's command, King Crimson let out a roar that shattered the space. It didn't use any bizarre abilities; it simply took a step forward. Its fist, the size of a casserole dish, carried a wind that tore at the Soul and slammed heavily into the white-scaled serpent's forehead!
Boom—!
There was no muffled sound of physical impact, but rather a violent vibration on the level of the Soul.
Orochimaru felt as if his consciousness had been hit head-on by a meteorite falling from the sky. His proud serpent head caved in the moment it made contact, and spiritual energy dissipated frantically.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Orochimaru let out a harrowing scream. This wasn't physical pain, but the agony of his Soul being torn apart.
But this was only the beginning.
King Crimson's pale green eyes flashed with pathological madness. It grabbed the white-scaled serpent's tail, its arm muscles bulging like coiled dragons, and swung the dozens-of-meters-long giant snake like a scarecrow, slamming it hard against the red-and-white grid floor!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With every impact, Orochimaru's spiritual body weakened.
"No... stop! Stop it!"
Orochimaru pleaded in terror. He tried to use Ninjutsu to counterattack, but he found that those cumbersome techniques were not even worth a piece of paper in the face of pure spiritual violence.
The Stand ignored his pleas entirely. It straddled the massive serpent's body, its fists turning into a blur of shadows as it unleashed a frantic barrage of punches on Orochimaru's head.
"This punch is for your blasphemy against 'God'!"
Boom!
"This punch is for your greed!"
Boom!
With every punch that landed, a large number of cracks appeared on Orochimaru's Soul body.
Orochimaru's proud forbidden Soul techniques were like a dancing doll in front of Mike Tyson when faced with a close-combat specialist spiritual entity like King Crimson.
Every punch hit home!
The collision of spiritual energy stirred up visible ripples. Orochimaru's white snake form was beaten back into human shape, curled on the ground, face covered in blood (a state simulated by his spirit), with only utter despair left in his eyes.
"Is this... your power?"
Orochimaru's voice was hoarse. Looking at the red demon standing behind Yahiko, he felt a fear that science could not explain for the first time.
"Didn't you want my body?"
Orochimaru trembled all over, unable to utter a single word.
"Get out."
King Crimson suddenly gathered its strength, its final heavy punch carrying a destructive shockwave that pierced directly through Orochimaru's heart.
"Get back into your own body!"
"Blegh—!"
The physical world, the ruins of the underground laboratory.
Orochimaru's once upright and arrogant body was now like a dead snake with its spine removed, slumped wretchedly on the ground. His hands clawed desperately at the cold, shattered floor tiles, his fingernails splitting. Large mouthfuls of blood mixed with stomach acid gushed from his throat as if it cost nothing.
It was the physical reflection of his severely damaged spirit.
The dozens of seconds of spiritual torture, which felt like Hell, made this Sannin who shook the Ninja World completely understand what an insurmountable chasm meant.
"Ha... ha..."
Orochimaru struggled to lift his head. The golden eyes that were once filled with greed now only held deep tremors. His vision focused; the orange-haired man still had his hands in his sleeves, standing quietly in place, not even a wrinkle on his clothes having changed.
"Escape!"
This was the only thought remaining in Orochimaru's mind.
Truth, Rinnegan, the secrets of immortality—all were worthless in the face of death. Orochimaru was a pragmatist; as long as the green mountains remain, one need not worry about firewood. As long as he could survive, he didn't care if he had to crawl through sewers like a rat!
Orochimaru's gaze instantly became cold and resolute.
Even though his Soul was in agonizing pain, he calculated the best escape route within a tenth of a second.
If he used that technique... using the Orochimaru-Style Body Replacement Technique to shed his skin, and detonating the remaining exploding tags in the laboratory the moment his body dove underground, he could create chaos and escape the Land of Rice Fields through the pre-dug underground river.
Although he would suffer a great loss of Origin Qi, he would live!
"Earth Release: Earth Flow River!"
Orochimaru chanted in his mind, his remaining Chakra surging frantically. His throat began to bulge eerily—a precursor to shedding skin—and his hands turned into a blur, completing three Seals in an instant.
In that lightning-fast moment.
Behind Yahiko, that red and white savage phantom flashed by once more.
Then, the world collapsed.
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