Whoosh...
With a spray of blood, Obito pulled his arm out of Nagato's chest!
Nagato staggered forward a step, then turned around with difficulty and looked at Obito, who was staring coldly at him like an evil spirit. Coughing up blood, he murmured laboriously, "It seems... in the end, I still lost to fate!"
Obito's face was icy. "Lie down. Your mission is complete."
Thud...
Before Obito had even finished speaking, Nagato collapsed to the ground unwillingly, his vision gradually blurring.
After lingering for a moment on the strange pair of eyes in Nagato's sockets, Obito withdrew his gaze. He did not hurry to take them, instead slowly floating into the air.
Tsunade hesitated in the distance, but in the end, she secretly split off a small Katsuyu, which crawled through a crack in the ground toward Nagato, lying in a pool of blood.
Looking down upon the battlefield from above, Obito's expression was incomparably indifferent.
The shattered battlefield, the corpses strewn everywhere, and the thick, pungent stench of blood in the air could no longer stir his heart. By now, his heart had hardened like iron.
After several rounds of fierce fighting, there were no longer any shinobi on the battlefield capable of resisting him.
The Kage were all sprawled about. Even though they had regained consciousness under Tsunade and Katsuyu's treatment, they had temporarily lost the ability to move. Konoha's Three Sannin were in much the same state.
As for experts from the Five Great Shinobi Villages such as Deidara, Darui, Mei Terumi, and Pakura, they had either been severely injured by Obito's "Limbo Clone" or badly wounded by his "Shinra Tensei." Without exception, all of them had lost their ability to fight.
The Flame Demons of the God Organization were even more severely injured. For ordinary Mangekyo