White Zetsu Appears, Shocking Everyone, Madara's Act Meets Haotian

"You... on you..." Haotian's voice trembled slightly, the shock in his eyes not yet faded.

Following Haotian's gaze, Meihui looked down and saw clusters of wriggling white matter constantly emerging from her arm.

The white matter, like squeezed mud or countless tiny maggots, slowly writhed on her smooth skin, making one's scalp tingle.

"What is this stuff?" Meihui's voice was strained, a mix of terror and anger contorting her usually calm face.

She instinctively swung her arm, trying to shake off the disgusting things, but the white matter seemed to have fused with her, showing no signs of detaching.

"Bastard! Get off me!" Meihui roared, fiercely kicking at the White Zetsu that was beginning to form on her arm.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed as the newly formed white figure was squarely kicked away by Meihui, crashing heavily against the wall before dissolving into a pool of viscous liquid.

"Meihui! Calm down!" Haotian, seeing the situation escalate, immediately stepped forward, shielding Meihui behind him.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed intently on the white liquid on the ground.

"This thing... how could it...?" Meihui clutched her arm, her face pale with fear, her voice trembling.

"This should be some kind of parasitic organism. It might have seized the opportunity to enter your body when you first came into contact with my Chakra," Haotian said, his voice low and serious as he quickly analyzed the situation in his mind.

Judging by the pool of white liquid, its essence wasn't biological but some peculiar substance capable of attaching to other organisms through parasitism.

"This parasitic organism has a very strange cellular structure and is highly resistant to Chakra energy," Haotian thought, a flicker of inspiration crossing his mind. He raised his hands, and faint silver light emanated from his fingertips – the Ghidorah energy within him, a radiation-like energy fluctuation.

As the silver light spread, the surrounding air seemed to warp slightly.

On the ground, the white liquid began to tremble violently the moment it touched the silver light. Its previously viscous texture thinned, as if it were melting.

"It really works!" Haotian rejoiced inwardly. He had guessed that his radiation cloud could interfere with its cells, and his guess was correct.

He could clearly feel the entity's intense pain under his power.

Haotian's expression turned grim, the light in his eyes as cold as ice. He slowly uttered a few words, each carrying an undeniable authority.

"Meihui, Guy, move!"

At Haotian's command, Meihui and Guy didn't hesitate. Their figures blurred, instantly appearing on either side of the white liquid, forming a pincer.

Meihui's Sharingan was blood-red, her two tomoe spinning slowly as she stared intently at the liquid on the ground, as if trying to pierce through it.

Guy clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking. His muscles tensed, ready to unleash a fatal blow at any moment.

"Hah!" Guy let out a fierce roar, his fist, enveloped in a gust of wind, smashing down hard on the white liquid.

A dull thud sounded as the white liquid splattered outwards from Guy's heavy punch, bursting like a watermelon, its white fluid spraying everywhere.

However, at that moment, a horrifying scene unfolded.

The scattered white liquid rapidly coalesced in mid-air, reforming into numerous small humanoid figures. With ferocious expressions, they bared their teeth and claws, lunging towards the three of them.

"Careful!" Haotian shouted, his Kunai darting out like lightning, instantly pinning one White Zetsu that lunged at Meihui to the ground.

Meihui and Guy reacted swiftly, their attacks coordinated. Fists and feet flew, eliminating the White Zetsu that charged at them one by one.

Though these small White Zetsu were numerous, they were quickly annihilated under the combined assault of the three.

Haotian, holding his Kunai, approached the last pool of white liquid and unhesitatingly plunged the weapon into it, confirming its complete demise.

"It's over," Haotian sighed in relief and turned to Meihui, only to find her face exceptionally pale, her body trembling slightly, and fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

" Meihui, what's wrong?" Haotian asked with concern.

Meihui clutched her chest, her expression grim. "I... I'm fine..."

Just then, Meihui's Sharingan suddenly changed. The original two tomoe actually split, forming a third, resulting in a three-tomoe form!

The breakthrough came so suddenly that Meihui's body couldn't bear it for a moment. A wave of intense pain washed over her, forcing a muffled groan.

" Meihui!" Haotian exclaimed in alarm, quickly steadying her swaying body.

"I... I think I..." Meihui leaned weakly against Haotian.

"Shh, don't speak. Rest well," Haotian gently patted her back, comforting her softly.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the brief silence.