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... er Path) was immensely powerful, an entity that could only be controlled by someone wielding the Rinnegan.

And now, with eight tailed beasts sealed within it, its combat ability had reached an unprecedented level.

Yet, before it could even demonstrate its power, it was struck head-on by a Bijūdama (Tailed Beast Bomb).

Naturally, it didn't feel too good.

The destructive force of a Bijūdama was enough to create a massive crater with a single blast.

However, ...

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