After Aomori knocked back the Limbo clone, just as Madara had expected, he did not move an inch.
At this moment, Aomori looked toward Yanshi with a questioning gaze, as if asking whether they should attack together.
Seeing this, Yanshi merely waved a hand at Aomori and said calmly, "Do your own thing."
Aomori was not surprised by Yanshi's answer. He immediately understood and continued focusing on assimilating the God Tree.
After all, compared to fighting Madara, the task he carried was clearly more important.
This planet contained such immense energy. If he could successfully assimilate the God Tree whose roots spread throughout the entire Shinobi Planet, his strength would undoubtedly undergo a qualitative leap.
As for the fierce battle between Yanshi and Madara, Aomori had no time to spare for it.
Because in his eyes, no one here could possibly defeat Yanshi.
Yanshi stared expressionlessly at Madara, his indifferent gaze seeming capable of piercing straight through Madara's soul.
When his eyes swept over the wounds on Madara's hand that had healed, he showed no surprise whatsoever. It was as though he had long grown accustomed to Madara's ability to instantly recover from injuries.
However, Madara's arrogant manner of speaking made Yanshi feel an indescribable sense of amusement.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a faint smile as he said:
"Since when did natives like you gain the courage to challenge my Star Law Heavenly Order?"
Madara sneered, his laughter filled with utter disdain for Yanshi.
At that moment, he suddenly beckoned with one hand, and the Truth-Seeking Orbs that had just been blasted away flew back into his grasp like meteors.
Of everything about this body after becoming a Kekkei Mōra, what Madara was most satisfied with was its powerful regenerative ability.
All fatal injuries could be