Moryo, who had been on the minds of the Shrine Maiden and the elites of the Five Great Nations, had indeed already left the Land of Demons.
"Where exactly are we going?"
Moryo, temporarily residing within Black Zetsu's body, asked irritably.
"Don't be so impatient, Lord Moryo."
Having secured another demon, Black Zetsu was clearly in a fine mood. "You saw it too. The Shrine Maiden has requested support from the ninjas of the Five Great Nations. How can you fight them in your current state, when you don't even have a body?"
"Then I'll reclaim my body!"
Moryo growled.
"Yes, yes."
Black Zetsu replied perfunctorily. "But the problem is that we can't accomplish that with just the two of us. We need more helpers."
Unlike Moryo and Evil Spirit, who had been sealed in the Otherworld for so long that their minds had become somewhat muddled, Black Zetsu had a basic grasp of these two ancient monsters' actual combat strength.
Though their natures were unusual and their methods bizarre, making them difficult to kill through ordinary means—
Their raw power was, at most, on the level of the Tailed Beasts.
If they charged in blindly without a plan, they might catch the ninjas off guard and cause some casualties at first, but they would ultimately be sealed away again.
And it would not take very long.
That clearly did not suit the purpose for which he had painstakingly released them.
What he wanted was not a Meteor that flashed past in an instant and caused only a small ripple, but an organization that could remain entrenched in the Shinobi World for a long time and completely draw the Sage of Six Paths' attention away from him. Yet it could not be too high-profile either, lest the Five Great Nations