The ultimate storm unleashed by the Big Ball Rasenshuriken in the Kamui Dimension took a long time to gradually subside. More than half of five or six adjacent bare stone platforms had been destroyed, leaving behind a downward crater.
At the edge of the crater, only Uchiha Obito's head and neck remained. His breath was weak and his eyes unfocused. If not for the remaining half of a White Zetsu arm providing powerful vitality, his body below the neck having been completely destroyed, he would have died on the spot long ago.
Within the Kamui Dimension, he could not use intangibility to evade damage.
To send an attack across different dimensions—Uchiha Obito's consciousness was on the verge of fading. It must have been during that fleeting gap when I opened the space and hid in the Kamui Dimension—they actually caught such a brief opening with such precision and used a space-time ninjutsu to drop such a powerful Wind Release ninjutsu inside—
Teacher Minato?
Uchiha Obito felt his consciousness growing drowsy. In his blurred vision, he saw that the huge ice sphere he had sent in earlier, which had also been caught in the Big Ball Rasenshuriken's blast, had already been shredded apart by the destructive storm.
Kisame Hoshigaki lay facedown in a filthy pool of ice water and blood, his life or death unknown. Sharp spikes emerged all over his body—Samehada, which had fused with him, seemed desperately eager to save his fading life.
Uchiha Obito raised his eyes and saw the ice dust and mist filling the sky slowly gathering together, gradually forming a huge—Mist Village Anbu mask-wearing—ridiculously fat man?
"Mr. Madara—" Kisame Hoshigaki lay in the pool of blood and muttered with difficulty. The increasingly distinct fat man in the Mist Village Anbu mask waddled past Kisame Hoshigaki