Remnants of Uchiha?

The remnants of the Uchiha Clan?

And judging by his attitude, he's clearly targeting the Third Hokage, even filled with hostility towards the Senju Clan. This guy... he's probably not here with good intentions!

Just as everyone's nerves were on edge and the atmosphere was tense, the Ten-Tails beneath the boy's feet suddenly erupted once more—it seemed to be provoked by the icy aura emanating from the boy, or perhaps unwilling to be suppressed. Its massive head suddenly rose, and a thick tentacle, carrying world-destroying power, lashed out fiercely at the boy standing atop its head. The jet-black nails gleamed with a chilling light, poised to tear the boy to shreds in an instant.

"Watch out! Get out of the way!" Naruto Uzumaki, seeing this, felt his heart leap into his throat, and he instinctively roared out. Golden Chakra surged instantly, and he was about to rush to the rescue—even if he couldn't understand the boy's words, even if he knew the other party was strong, he couldn't stand by and watch a kid die.

However, facing the Ten-Tails's fatal strike, the boy remained utterly calm, not even a flicker in his eyes.

He simply slowly raised his right hand, palm down.

"Takamagahara!"

The boy's voice was cold and deep, without the slightest ripple, yet it carried an absolute authority that transcended heaven and earth. The moment his voice fell, time seemed to be paused on the entire battlefield.

The Ten-Tails's wildly lashing tentacle suddenly froze in mid-air. Its massive body was as still as if it had been hit with a Body Freezing Technique, and all the violence faded from its scarlet vertical pupils, leaving only a blank daze. Even the jet-black Chakra swirling around it stopped flowing, like congealed ink.

Then, the boy's eyes suddenly mutated—the originally calm pupils instantly turned scarlet, and three jet-black Magatama rotated rapidly, merging, evolving, and finally transforming into a bizarre form with nine Magatama surrounding the pupils, precisely the ultimate Dojutsu of legend—

Nine Magatama Sharingan!

The scarlet light of the pupils, like a tangible blade, pierced through the dust of the battlefield, reflecting on everyone's faces, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

The dark red robe around him moved without wind, his jet-black hair danced wildly, and the Chakra around him surged instantly, even more violent and condensed than before, forming an invisible aura that made the Allied Shinobi Forces below almost unable to breathe.

The boy slowly retracted his right hand, lightly tapping the Ten-Tails's stiff head with his toes, and walked step by step to the very top of the Ten-Tails's head as if strolling on flat ground.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his Nine Magatama Sharingan staring fixedly at the ground, his gaze as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old frozen pool, the killing intent and baleful aura churning within almost overflowing. His voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present, as if issuing a final ultimatum to someone on the ground: "What? Old thing? Hiding in the dark, afraid to come out?"

He paused, his fingertips curling slightly, his tone filled with undisguised mockery and ruthlessness, each word like a poisoned blade: "I'll give you one last chance. Come out now and re-absorb the Ten-Tails. Perhaps you can barely possess the power to stop me."

As his voice fell, the Chakra around him surged again, and the Ten-Tails's stiff body began to tremble slightly, as if enduring extreme fear.

"If you don't..." The boy's voice suddenly became icy and bone-chilling, and the light of the Nine Magatama Sharingan became even more dazzling, "I will drag you trash hiding in the dark out, one by one, and shatter you into ten thousand pieces!"

The last four words were heavily emphasized, carrying a deep-seated hatred and determination, and the air around him seemed to freeze, even the gale stopped for it.

The people below were already completely frozen, their faces filled with shock and fear.

Naruto Uzumaki opened his mouth wide, the golden Chakra around him fluctuating uncontrollably. He stared fixedly at the Nine Magatama Sharingan in the boy's eyes, his heart filled with disbelief—what kind of Dojutsu is that?

It could instantly freeze the rampaging Ten-Tails with just a word, even make it tremble?

Hashirama Senju's expression was extremely grave, the Chakra of his Sage Mode already stretched to the limit, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He stared fixedly at the boy's figure, his vigilance reaching its peak—this kid's power is far more terrifying than he imagined!

Not only is his Chakra amount far greater than his own, but the power of this Dojutsu has overturned his understanding of Ninjutsu!

Sarutobi Hiruzen's aged body trembled slightly. Looking at the killing intent in the boy's eyes, a strange sense of unease and guilt suddenly surged in his heart. Was the "culprit" in the boy's mouth, that "old thing," referring to himself?

And who are those people hiding in the dark?

Tobirama Senju's brow furrowed tightly, his stern face full of solemnity and vigilance. He subconsciously pressed his hand on the Ninja Tools pouch at his waist, the Water Release Chakra around him ready to erupt at any moment—

This boy's target is clearly not the Ten-Tails, nor the Allied Forces, but someone hiding in the dark. But who exactly is this person? And how should they deal with this unfathomable, mysterious boy?

On the battlefield, there was deathly silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on the boy atop the Ten-Tails's head, their hearts filled with shock, fear, and doubt.

And the boy still stood calmly atop the Ten-Tails's head, his Nine Magatama Sharingan staring fixedly at the ground, the killing intent around him like a tangible black mist, enveloping the entire battlefield, waiting for the response of the person in the dark.

The boy's ruthless declaration echoed for a long time in the sky above the battlefield, the scarlet light of the Nine Magatama Sharingan locked onto the ground, and the killing intent around him was like a solidified abyss, making it difficult for everyone present to even breathe.

The Ten-Tails remained frozen in place, its massive body trembling slightly, as if fearing the boy's anger, or perhaps wary of the unknown existence about to descend.

Just then, a layer of soft, pale golden halo suddenly appeared on the ground, spreading slowly and covering the central area of the entire battlefield.

The light was warm and sacred, forming an extreme contrast with the boy's cold killing intent and the Ten-Tails's aura of destruction, instantly dispelling some of the haze and oppression on the battlefield.

"What... what is this Chakra?" Naruto Uzumaki subconsciously clenched his fists, the golden Chakra around him fluctuating weakly, his eyes full of doubt and vigilance.

This Chakra was incredibly vast, yet unusually gentle, far surpassing any power he had ever seen, even more profound and weighty than Hashirama Senju's Chakra, carrying a majesty derived from the very origin of heaven and earth.

Hashirama Senju's pupils shrank suddenly, the Chakra of his Sage Mode tensed instantly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face: "This aura... it feels like it comes from ancient times, carrying the power of life and creation. Who exactly is it?"