"Stop him!"
Yota moved with incredible speed. Ordinary jonin could barely withstand a single blow from his taijutsu attacks. The Third Hokage could not keep up with him at all, and in mere moments, Yota had severely injured seventeen or eighteen jonin.
Taijutsu was nothing like the Dark-Dark Fruit's power—it was not so easy to control. Some of the jonin struck by his fists had died on the spot, while the rest had been crippled.
The Third Hokage's heart bled. Konoha had only just emerged from the Ninja World War, and its strength had fallen to an unprecedented low. There were barely a hundred jonin left. If Yota kept this up, Konoha would truly lose an entire generation.
The Konoha Sannin had either defected or left. Had the Yellow Flash not emerged out of nowhere, the entire village would likely have had only him, a single Kage-level fighter, holding things together—at most, there was the half-crippled Danzo, who counted as half a Kage-level fighter, and the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki.
Now that the Nine-Tails had broken free, the Jinchuriki was certainly finished. Minato Namikaze was sealing the Nine-Tails inside the barrier, but after using the forbidden Sealing Jutsu, the Dead Demon Consuming Seal, he was beyond saving as well.
If Yota killed all the jonin here too, Konoha's strength would probably fall to the same level as the Mist Ninja and Sand Ninja!
Just as Yota was running rampant, a gigantic skeletal hand suddenly descended from the sky and blocked his path.
Yota threw a punch, making the entire skeletal hand tremble violently and nearly snap in two. Still, it ultimately stopped him.
Fugaku Uchiha's eyes had turned completely red, intricate patterns appearing within them as bloody tears streamed down his face.
Bearing an enormous burden, Fugaku Uchiha gathered more power. Flesh