Orochimaru's pale face, already as lifeless as a dead man's, now held not the slightest trace of vitality, as if time had stopped on him.
His serpentine eyes usually carried an eerie air, but now they resembled blooming flowers of frenzied blood-red, their radiance seemingly ready to swallow everything around them.
Tiger—Snake—Dog—Dragon
He slowly raised both hands, interlocking his fingers.
The movement was slow and solemn, yet it faintly carried a kind of irresistible magic.
The instant he pressed his palms together, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble. Powerful waves of Chakra spread outward from him, as if they intended to drag the entire world into their depths.
"Impure World Reincarnation!!!"
He let out a furious roar. His voice echoed across the heavens and earth like thunder, shaking everyone to their very souls.
Immediately afterward, blood-red seals emerged around the bodies of the Hidden Cloud Village's shinobi. They writhed and struggled like living creatures before burrowing into their bodies.
As the Impure World Reincarnation continued to surge forth, figures who had long since passed away gradually began to appear. Their faces were expressionless, yet without exception, they radiated a terrifying aura.
The madness in Orochimaru's eyes grew increasingly intense as he stared fixedly at those summoned through Impure World Reincarnation.
Was he doing this for the Hidden Leaf Village?
It was for the Hidden Leaf Village, but not much.
More than that, he was doing it for himself.
The current situation had already begun slipping out of his control.
Relying on Hashirama alone might not be enough to deal with that enormous army.
Then...
He thought of someone.
The person who had first preached the ideals of Akatsuki to him—the true leader of Akatsuki!
Madara Uchiha!!!
"Impure World Reincarnation!"
The skin, hair, and other materials he had collected all