A Hidden Hand

Madara Uchiha. A mere name carried immense weight.

He walked toward the battlefield step by step. The force of each step was ordinary and commonplace, yet in everyone's eyes, it felt as heavy as a morning bell. The soles of his feet lifted and struck the ground, and every stride seemed like a bell tolling, vibrating within their hearts.

This man instantly managed to draw almost everyone's gaze, including Ye Zi's.

"Madara Uchiha..."

Ye Zi turned his head to look at Madara Uchiha walking toward the battlefield, his expression as cold as frost. Both he and Orochimaru had failed to anticipate that Madara Uchiha would actually be able to break the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu—after all, this jutsu was created by the Second Hokage.

His original plan was merely to treat Madara Uchiha as a pawn, yet it had evolved into this current state. If he had known things would turn out like this, he never would have resurrected Madara Uchiha with the Impure World Reincarnation.

Precisely because Madara Uchiha had broken the Impure World Reincarnation Jutsu, he had become a variable that Ye Zi was forced to take seriously.

Ye Zi's gaze shifted away from Madara Uchiha and landed on Black Zetsu, his eyes cold and sharp. He had always known that White Zetsu and Black Zetsu were Madara Uchiha's people, which was why he had kept certain matters well hidden from the two of them.

"Ye Zi, you actually dared to violate the agreement between us. Have you prepared yourself?" Madara Uchiha stopped, crossing his arms, and gazed coldly at Ye Zi, who was deeply trapped in the Allied Forces' encirclement yet aided by Impure World Reincarnation bodies.

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of many present shifted slightly.

An agreement?

Ye Zi had contact