A vast amount of "Blood Grass" suddenly sprouted across the battlefield.
Yes, grass was growing straight out of the ground beneath this gravelly desert.
It was utterly insane!
Plants capable of growing in the desert were not unheard of, but grass certainly was—let alone grass growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Watch out!"
"Avoid that grass!"
"Destroy it with ninjutsu!"
The ninjas were not suicidal idiots. The moment they saw this abnormal sight, they immediately responded.
Had they been members of some more reckless profession, someone might have tried eating the Blood Grass by now.
Others might not have known what it was, but one person saw through it instantly.
"So that's how it is. As expected of you, Black Zetsu."
As Tang Ping muttered, he burned the Blood Grass in his hand—which had already grown as thick as an egg and seemed almost alive—to ashes.
This was not grass. Like White Zetsu, it carried the aura of the Ten-Tails... or rather, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path.
Using fragments of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path as its foundation, with souls and blood as nutrients, it truly was enough to let Black Zetsu turn the tables.
Just as the Sage of Six Paths had created the Daimyo Allied Forces, Black Zetsu had created this thing as well.
In the original plot, Black Zetsu's abilities had been simple. All he could do was stab people in the back and preserve his own life.
But in the real Shinobi World, anyone who could live for more than a thousand years would have achieved something extraordinary, even if they were a pig—let alone Black Zetsu, the Rabbit Goddess's third child and a being with Otsutsuki blood.
So it was hardly strange that Black Zetsu was capable