Obito's End?

For a moment, space seemed to freeze.

Nan's heart nearly skipped a beat!

Using the reflection in the lake, she saw a blood-soaked figure standing behind her—

Obito!

How... how could he still be alive?

Wow!

The smooth water surface suddenly began to shake violently, tearing the reflection into distorted fragments.

The woman rolled forward almost instinctively, a sharp blade piercing her back, tearing a huge gash in her tattered robe, causing blood to gush out immediately.

The wound... is shallow.

"Tsk... He dodged it."

Obito angrily brandished his long sword, glaring at the woman who had narrowly dodged the attack.

He was covered in blood and wounds, one arm was missing, and the mask he wore on his head was half broken, revealing half of his hideous face. The Tomoe in his Sharingan were running wearily and slowly.

In terms of sheer dishevelment, Obito clearly in a worse state than Minami, but he still had some Chakra left, and his aura was much stronger than that of the slightly bewildered and surprised woman.

"But it's alright, you can't even use the Dance of the Shikigami anymore..." Obito licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile, "You can't escape, Nan!"

That's absolutely true.

After unleashing this powerful attack, Nan had exhausted all Chakra, leaving him completely drained and unable to even stand steadily.

But the woman's eyes remained firm and sharp, showing no sign of despair or frustration—which greatly displeased Obito.

After being beaten to this point, aren't you still desperate? Still unwilling to surrender obediently? Damn woman!

Obito frowned, his smile vanishing. He snorted coldly, gripped his long sword, and charged south; unexpectedly, the latter also mustered his last bit of strength, conjuring a paper sword in his hand and charging towards him as well!

"Die, Madara!"

Do you want to die together with them?

Indeed, Obito no longer had the strength to become Hollow... but this level of dying struggle was not enough to kill him!

A cold smile curled at the corner of the man's lips. His Three-Tomoe Sharingan clearly judged the woman's feeble counterattack route. Then, he forcefully twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the paper knife. With a glint of cold light, the long sword pierced the woman's body once again!

"You're the one who deserves to die!"

Nan Ren roared!

Just as the long sword was about to pierce the woman's skin, and Obito thought he had won, Nan smiled.

Just when she should have been in despair, the woman revealed a strange smile!

Almighty Push!

Chakra surged forth without warning, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared to the side, unleashing unparalleled power upon Obito with a wave of his hand!

"Nagato...?"

Time seemed to freeze; the ferocity on Obito's face instantly transformed into shock and bewilderment.

Nagato... wasn't he dead?

Nan, did you deceive me?

In that life-or-death moment, Obito finally realized that Nagato and Nagato had laid a trap for him... But the key question remains: why did they suddenly stop trusting him and choose to break ties?

He would never hear an answer again.

Bang!

The Almighty Push struck Obito's body, which lacked Chakra protection. The violent power seeped from his skin into his abdominal cavity, and his fragile internal organs were instantly twisted and ravaged by the immense force, turning into a lump of flesh. A look of confusion froze on the man's face, and then his body flew backward like a tattered rag doll!

Obito's eyes widened as he fell to the ground like a rag doll.

He died.

He's dead!

Nan stood there, panting, her hands on her knees, looking at the lifeless body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, he's dead."

Nagato emerged from his hiding place in a wheelchair, coldly watching Obito fall from the sky before withdrawing his arm.

"Next—" He suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty ground on the other side.

"I'll help you clean up the mess from here on out," Zetsu said with a fawning smile as he emerged from the ground. "The new... leader."

Nagato's indifferent and cold Rinnegan at Zetsu, his eyes lingering for a long time.

"The new leader?" he said with a knowing smirk.

"Of course, now that you've killed 'Madara Uchiha'..." Zetsu chuckled, "You two are now the true leaders of Akatsuki! Everything Akatsuki has to do with you..."

"Everything?" Nan Earth Flow over, staring at him with a hostile expression. "Why should we believe you?"

How can such a sneaky person, who immediately fawns over a new master after the death of his former master, be trusted?

Jue simply bowed humbly. "I possess no great power of my own, and can only exist by attaching myself to the strong... This is the meaning of my existence. Therefore, you two do not need to trust me; just treat me as a tool and use me as you see fit!"

"Or, you two can just kill me!"

The back of his neck was completely exposed to the two of them.

Nan and Nagato exchanged a glance.

After a long silence, Nagato finally nodded.

"You come back to base with us first..." he said indifferently, "Gather the remaining members and seal the Three-Tails inside."

"Should we take out Madara's heart and give it to Kakuzu as compensation?" Zetsu suggested. "He lost almost all of his heart and fighting strength in the previous operation."

"No need!" Nan snorted in dissatisfaction. "He and Sasori actually got one killed and the other injured by those two devils, Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki. I haven't even punished that kind of trash yet!"

Nagato glanced at Zetsu with amusement.

Having just acknowledged a new master, are they so eager to offer up the corpse of their former master as a gift?

Is your loyalty so cheap? Or... have you never been loyal at all?

"I've completely destroyed Madara's heart and internal organs; he's no longer of any use." The man shook his head, rejecting Zetsu's suggestion. "The only part that still has value is that Sharingan with its space-time abilities..."

"Dig it out. 'Dispose of' the rest."

Nagato lowered his head, coldly staring at Zetsu.

The latter shuddered, avoiding eye contact, and quickly lowered his head, replying respectfully, "Yes, leave these to my subordinates. They'll handle them perfectly, Chief!"

The man gave him a deep look before raising his head and continuing:

"As for Kakuzu, let's forget about punishing him... Akatsuki's fighting strength is currently at an all-time low, and the Tailed Beast collection plan is not yet complete. We must cherish the power we have!"

"Let's go, Nan, Jue!"

A moment later, the cluster of trees was completely empty.

White Zetsu suddenly emerged from underground and walked towards the corpse of 'Madara Uchiha'.

"Oh dear, what a gruesome death," he chuckled, reaching up to touch Obito's mask. "His internal organs were all shattered!"

The corpse, which should have been motionless, suddenly reached out and tightly gripped White Zetsu's wrist!

Obito, who was clearly dead beyond any doubt, suddenly sat up and resumed breathing!

"Let go, let me do it..."

His voice was hoarse as he spoke, taking off his mask as he did so.

Beneath the mask, the other eye had a grayish-white pupil, like murky lime. When exposed to light, it would close tightly and could never be opened again!

"A second eye."

Obito reached into his eye socket and forcefully gouged out his destroyed Sharingan.

He stood up, casually tossed the eyeball in his hand to the ground, and with a light stomp of his toe, crushed the round eyeball into a slick pulp.

White Zetsu still smiled nonchalantly, handing over a glass bottle Sharingan: "We warned you before, Nan might be plotting something..."

"Snort!"

Obito stared coldly in the direction Nagato and the others had left, letting out a muffled groan.

"That damned woman, she actually set up such a trap..." he gritted his teeth, "Making me use Izanagi one more time..."

"If we hadn't prepared a spare Sharingan for you beforehand, you'd probably be the one who Sharingan now!" Zetsu added.

Obito remained silent, his face cold.

He coughed a few times, and blood even came out of the corner of his mouth; the moment he sensed Chakra's Nagato, Obito activated Izanagi without hesitation, but he was still a fraction of a second too late.

His internal organs were ultimately injured.

Obito should be thankful; if he had been even half a beat slower, allowing the power of Almighty Push to seep in even a fraction more, then perhaps even Izanagi wouldn't have been able to save his life!

"Let's switch from the light to the shadows for now," Obito pondered, then said to Zetsu, "Don't they want my Sharingan? Take one from the spare Sharingan inventory to deal with them!"

"Those Sharingan that haven't evolved into the Mangekyō Sharingan," Zetsu frowned, "Will eventually be discovered to be fake!"

"It's alright, the Sharingan isn't a power that's easy to master." Obito suddenly thought of Kakashi. How many years did it take that guy to realize he possessed a Mangekyō Sharingan? He shook his head. "They won't discover the truth so quickly. We just need to stall them for a while..."

"Let you guys have your fun for a while, but in the end, everything will be mine!"

Obito gazed into the distance, his eyes cold, his voice low and deep, almost as if talking to himself.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first."

The two figures disappeared into the soil.

The morning sun was already half-hidden in the sky, its rays warm and bright, but the wind was icy cold.

On the devastated shore of Mirror Lake, only a shocking pool of blood remained, recording the events that had transpired there.

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