Bam.
After tossing aside the corpse in his hands, Orochimaru's lips twitched slightly. "How long will we have to keep absorbing chakra like this?"
Fuma Ichiro, hidden within Orochimaru's mindscape, said, "We have no other choice!"
As time went on, the Bulwark Plan's impact on the Shinobi World grew greater and greater. Even ordinary country folk who weren't ninja were gradually noticing the changes around them. The massive gathering of supplies, the movement of personnel, and the countless underground shelters being built simultaneously across the land were changing everyone's lives in the Shinobi World.
In this climate, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Orochimaru to stay hidden, let alone gather chakra everywhere he went. Just like now, with all the chakra available for collection gathered up, he could only target the occasional lone ninja.
But the chakra of a single ninja was nowhere near enough to fill Orochimaru's current deficit.
Just as Orochimaru was preparing to ambush his next target, Fuma Ichiro suddenly said, "There's no time!"
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow. "No time for what?"
Fuma Ichiro sounded anxious. "Haven't you noticed how the Shinobi World is changing? We don't have much time left!"
Orochimaru said, "You mean those shelters being built everywhere? Those are preparations he's making to deal with the Overlord. They have nothing to do with us!"
By now, Shinji's Bulwark Plan had entered its final stages. Because the amount of personnel and supplies being mobilized was so enormous, the Research Institute was covering up the plan by building underground shelters on a massive scale.
After all, when the final battle came, those shelters would certainly come in handy. There was no need to worry about wasting manpower and resources.
Fuma Ichiro said gravely, "No, I don't mean the shelters!"
Orochimaru realized what he meant, and his