The world seemed to freeze in anticipation as the battle between Yami and Vistago entered its most violent and intense phase. Both warriors stood at the precipice of godly power, each one carrying within them enough force to shatter worlds. The battlefield, still trembling from their previous exchanges, now lay in a distorted hush, as if the very laws of nature were holding their breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.
Vistago's aura flared around him like a storm, the raw power he had siphoned from his own life force now coursing through his body with terrifying speed. His movements were fluid, impossibly fast, and each step he took caused the ground beneath him to fracture, sending out waves of energy that cracked the air. The veins in his body pulsed with dark chakra, and his eyes burned with the intensity of his new-found speed.
Yami, on the other hand, stood like a statue—calm, cold, and perfectly in control. His body, cloaked in the skeletal, terrifying form of the Death Deity, radiated a palpable energy, his power emanating from him like a dense fog. His eyes were calm and focused, scanning Vistago's every move, his Dojutsu activated and his chains of fate already weaving through the air, anticipating his opponent's every action.
The moment the ground beneath them shook, it was like the world itself had decided to start moving again.
Vistago moved first, a blur of motion so fast that only a flicker of his presence could be seen. His fist rocketed toward Yami with the force of a meteor, but Yami was already one step ahead. With a simple shift of his posture, Yami activated his Chains of Fate. His eyes glowed with the power of his Dojutsu, and in an instant, he reached out with the metaphysical chains that connected him to the world. He could see Vistago's trajectory, the chain of fate extending to his opponent's every movement. Using the chains, Yami effortlessly twisted his body out of the way, pulling himself through the fabric of time itself, like a string being tugged along the current of destiny.
The blow passed by Yami's face, missing by mere inches. Vistago's speed was staggering, but Yami's ability to predict his movements with his Dojutsu gave him an edge—at least, for the moment.
Vistago snarled, his rage bubbling over as he reeled back and lunged again, his fists becoming a blur as he threw a barrage of punches, each one faster than the last. The very air around his fists crackled with energy, leaving shockwaves in their wake.
But Yami was already moving. His body flowed like water, each movement a perfect counter to Vistago's assault. He used Wraithwalk, allowing his form to become intangible, slipping through the physical world like a wisp of smoke. Vistago's attacks passed right through him, each blow landing against nothing but the emptiness where Yami had been moments before.
With a flick of his hand, Yami used his God of Destruction abilities. The air around him trembled as his energy flared, and in the blink of an eye, Yami appeared behind Vistago. His fist collided with the back of Vistago's head, sending a shockwave that shattered the ground beneath them. The impact was so intense that the very earth buckled, cracks spreading outward like spider webs.
But Vistago didn't falter. His body whipped around in a blur, his fists meeting Yami's with an explosive clash that sent shockwaves radiating outward. The force of the impact created a violent gust of wind that tore through the battlefield. Yami's body was sent flying back, but he used his Dojutsu once again to manipulate the chains of fate, using them to stop his momentum mid-air, and then he pushed off them, flying back into the fray.
Their movements were so fast that the ground beneath them disintegrated with each strike. The force of their blows left craters, the sky rippling as they clashed with each other, faster than the speed of light.
Vistago moved like a shadow, his punches and kicks becoming an unrelenting torrent, each strike landing with the force of a natural disaster. His body was a blur of muscle and speed, his chakra running wild as he used every ounce of his stolen power to overwhelm Yami.
Yami, however, was relentless. His Dojutsu guided his every move, allowing him to dodge, block, and counter every strike with deadly precision. The chains of fate wrapped around his opponent, giving him just the slightest advantage as he predicted Vistago's every motion. When Vistago's fist came toward him, Yami was already out of the way, his body phasing in and out of existence as he used his Wraithwalk ability to become intangible once more.
But Vistago wasn't finished. With a growl, he summoned more power, his speed increasing exponentially. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered as he performed a series of rapid punches, each one faster than the last, a storm of force aimed directly at Yami.
Yami, using the full power of his God of Destruction form, raised his arm to block. The ground around them began to shake as Vistago's fist connected with Yami's forearm, the force reverberating through the earth. Yami's body was sent skidding back, but he was quick to regain his footing. His eyes burned with the energy of his transformation, the power coursing through his veins like fire.
He was no longer just fighting to survive. He was fighting to win.
The two fighters clashed once more, their speed and power now so great that the air itself seemed to bend and break around them. Yami's hands moved in a blur, his strikes landing with precision and power, while Vistago answered with his own unrelenting assault. The sky seemed to split apart, the very fabric of reality quivering as they fought.
Yami could feel the tension in the air, the overwhelming weight of their fight building to a crescendo. He was faster than before, stronger than before, but so was Vistago. The sheer force of their attacks created shockwaves that traveled miles, and the ground beneath their feet buckled and cracked as they fought. It was a battle that defied logic, a clash of titans that pushed the very limits of what was possible.
But even as Yami's body moved like lightning, even as his Dojutsu predicted every strike, he could feel Vistago's relentless power pushing him to his limits. His body was already strained, the force of each blow reverberating through his very being.
It was clear: this fight was not over. Not yet.
The battle raged on, a tempest of chaos and destruction, as two forces collided at the speed of light, their movements too fast for any mortal to comprehend.