Ming Yue was obscured by dark clouds, and the earth lost the illumination of the moonlight, plunging completely into darkness.
The Uchiha Clan Estate, however, blazed with the light of fires.
A large number of people had gathered above the clan grounds.
Uchiha dressed in dark blue clothing, their eye sockets flashing with a scarlet glow, clashed and killed each other alongside a group of ninja wearing animal masks and silver-gray metal flak jackets.
The sound of weapons clashing!
The sound of ninjutsu explosions!
The sound of ninja groaning in pain!
Resounded throughout the entire Uchiha Clan Estate, which had now turned completely into a bloody meat grinder.
Every minute!
Every second!
The flowers of life withered away.
The ninja wearing animal masks and silver-gray flak jackets were none other than the members of the Anbu and the Root.
The elite ninja of Konoha Village were basically concentrated in the Anbu and the Root; any ninja who entered their ranks possessed a minimum strength equivalent to that of a Special Jounin.
Such a configuration of the Anbu and the Root, if placed anywhere outside the Five Great Nations, possessed the strength to annihilate a nation.
Yet at this moment,
in the small Uchiha Clan Estate, the battle was exceptionally fierce, and large-scale casualties had even appeared.
By now, the Uchiha possessed Three-Tomoe Sharingan across the board; if not for the fact that before awakening their Three-Tomoe Sharingan, seventy percent of their personnel were chunin, genin, or even civilians, the Anbu and the Root could have been directly steamrollered by these five to six hundred Uchiha.
Yet even so, this was not something the Anbu and the Root could easily resolve.
An Uchiha boy only seven or eight years old, holding a kunai picked up from the ground, fought and killed