Is it over?
Not yet.
Across the vast ruins in the forest, nine figures gradually emerged like phantoms.
It was the Uchiha Mask and his White Zetsu.
Izanagi really is convenient. Once the Sharingan becomes widespread, it's only natural for things to turn out this way.
But Izanagi alone isn't enough.
The Little Tsunades saw the nine revived figures and charged forward with a shout.
There was no time to regain control of the Ten-Tails and Tailed Beasts to absorb Chakra. Successive streaks of destructive white light flared in the hands of the eight White Zetsu, shooting straight out and sweeping toward the countless Tsunades surging in.
Even if one attack could eliminate hundreds or thousands, it was meaningless.
Under the absolute numbers of the Tsunades, it was nothing more than a futile struggle.
One special White Zetsu after another was sent flying, driven away from the Ten-Tails' range. The process of absorbing the Tailed Beasts was completely interrupted, leaving only the Uchiha Mask in the middle, gazing at the Little Tsunades surging in from all directions like a tide.
His expression was savage.
"Die!"
He made one final struggle.
"You know, Izanagi has an obvious weakness," Mimi said softly.
"What?" Hitomi asked.
"I won't kill you. I'll control you instead, and your Izanagi will become useless," Mimi said.
"That's true." Hitomi nodded slightly.
Unable to stop them, the Uchiha Mask could not withstand the Tsunades' tsunami-like assault.
If he didn't want to be swallowed up by the Tsunades in helpless confusion, he could only distance himself from the Ten-Tails. But doing so would mean complete failure.
"Are you kidding me!!!" The Uchiha Mask fought for his life against the Tsunades, constantly knocking them away as he roared in unwilling fury. He didn't want to leave this place, and he