Crack...
After snapping the neck of the last Kirigakure ninja who lunged at him, Obito casually tossed the corpse aside.
Flickering in and out of sight, his figure ghostlike, he displayed terrifying strength the moment he attacked—an overwhelming power that was impossible to resist. In mere moments, he had slaughtered dozens of Kirigakure ninja who tried to stop him, leaving the ground behind him littered with corpses!
"Is he... is he a demon?!"
"Damn it!"
"There's no chance of winning! I don't want to go up there and die for nothing!"
The remaining Kirigakure ninja nearby no longer possessed their earlier fearless spirit. Once they realized they were no match for him and could not even wear him down or delay him, fear took control of their bodies, leaving them standing frozen in place and trembling.
The rout happened in an instant!
One became ten, ten became a hundred, and soon the entire battle line began to shake.
The first to flee were the Kirigakure ninja directly facing Obito. They had been utterly terrified by the gruesome deaths of their comrades. Combined with Kirigakure's years of Blood Mist policies, their sense of belonging to the village had long been at rock bottom. Thus, when faced with an enemy they could not possibly resist, their desire to survive outweighed everything else.
As panic spread, some Kirigakure ninja who did not even know what had happened instinctively joined the retreat.
Seeing the entire Kirigakure front thrown into turmoil, Obito did not slow his steps. The corner of his mouth curled upward beneath his spiral mask.
After years of fighting and honing himself against the God Organization, he had now reached an exceptionally high level in taijutsu, ocular techniques, and ninjutsu alike.
Many of those formidable Kirigakure ninja, whose average strength was at