"Ryo Da, that bastard!!"
Having sensed what was happening on the other battlefield, Uchiha Hiyoku's mouth twitched sharply.
The two had fought side by side for nearly twenty years and knew each other well.
The moment Hiyoku saw his younger brother, he could roughly guess how that battle would end.
"He really let them off easy!"
Uchiha Hiyoku curled his lip and thought, It's one thing not to use Susanoo, but Ryo Da has a Mangekyō Sharingan whose ocular power completely overwhelms a Three-Tomoe Sharingan. Yet that guy didn't even cast a single genjutsu.
Then he turned around and surveyed the Uchiha ninja surrounding him, as well as the densely packed Ninja Allied Forces.
"So many ninja have joined forces. This enemy must be quite formidable." As Uchiha Hiyoku probed the sensation binding his body, his expression suddenly turned cold.
"Evil bastards, exactly like Senju Tobirama!!"
The Ninja Allied Forces exchanged glances as they watched the black-haired young man muttering to himself, and all fell silent.
Ever since earlier, this guy had been mumbling here, and no one knew what he was saying. Moreover, his expression was complicated—at times furious, at others tinged with sorrow. "Great Elder, what do we do next?" An Uchiha clansman approached and asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, the Great Elder wiped the beads of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes remained fixed on the distracted young man ahead as he panted, "He had killing intent earlier, but there's much less of it now."
"Hey, hey!!"
Before he could finish, Uchiha Hiyoku cut him off. He looked over with displeasure. "Saburo, if any of those people from back then were still alive, do you think they'd still be breathing the afternoon air?"
The Great Elder gave a bitter smile.
The moment he had encountered