On the battlefield, the fierce battle Senju Hashirama and Obito reached its climax, with each attack and defense accompanied by the tremors of heaven and earth.
The sky was shrouded in thick, dark clouds, like a giant black pot turned upside down on the earth.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the dark clouds. Purple lightning, like ferocious dragons, weaved through the clouds, tearing the sky apart and briefly illuminating the dim battlefield.
A howling wind swept across the battlefield, causing the flags to flutter wildly. Dust was swept into the sky, mixing with the pervasive smoke to form a murky yellow fog.
The earth trembled violently under the impact of the two forces, and huge cracks spread outwards like a spider web.
Fiery magma spewed from the cracks from time to time, like a flowing river of fire, instantly melting everything in its path.
The rocks on the battlefield were shattered into countless pieces that flew everywhere like cannonballs. Many ninjas were hit by the stones and screamed in pain.
On this chaotic and terrifying battlefield, Senju Hashirama controlled the Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands, with countless enormous arms waving, attempting to block Obito's attacks.
But before Obito's powerful Death God strength, the arms of the Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands were constantly severed, wood chips flew everywhere, and blood rained down.
Senju Hashirama's face turned pale, and sweat poured down his forehead like rain.
He could feel his power gradually fading away, while Obito grew stronger with each battle.
After absorbing the power of numerous souls, Obito was surrounded by a layer of dark light, like a burning black flame.
He wielded the Scythe of the Death God, each swing creating a black crescent-shaped slash that distorted and tore apart space, producing a chilling "crack" sound.
His eyes were filled with madness and a bloodthirsty desire, and he roared from time to time.
" Senju Hashirama, your era has passed! Today is your end!"
Obito roared and swung Scythe of the Death God scythe once more, unleashing an even more powerful black slash towards Senju Hashirama.
Senju Hashirama gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength to control the Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands to defend himself.
But this time, the power of the wave was too great. The defense of the Sage Art Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands was broken instantly, and the huge impact sent Senju Hashirama flying.
His body flew through the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a mountain peak.
"Boom!"
The mountain collapsed instantly, and boulders rolled down, burying Senju Hashirama within them.
" First Hokage!" Tsunade, who had arrived to provide support, witnessed this scene and cried out in despair, her eyes filled with tears.
She tried to rush to their aid, but was stopped by the chaos of the battlefield.
At this moment, Obito stood in the center of the battlefield, radiating a suffocating aura.
The dark light emanating from him grew even stronger, spreading like ink in water, turning the surrounding space into a deathly black.
The Scythe of the Death God was raised high in his hand, and black crescent-shaped slashes danced and shimmered on its tip.
The sky grew increasingly gloomy, and the dark clouds, as if enraged by Obito's madness, surged and rolled even more violently.
Lightning bolts, like sharp swords, struck one after another, each hitting the ruins of the battlefield with pinpoint accuracy, instantly turning stones into dust and raising clouds of white dust that mingled with the yellow mist, making the entire battlefield seem shrouded in a thick curtain, with visibility extremely low.
The gale, like a raging Obito, howled and raged in a spiral around Obito, causing everyone to stagger and lose their footing.
It carried sand and stones, like sharp hidden weapons, lashing at people's faces and bodies, leaving bloody marks.
" Senju Hashirama, your struggles are futile!"
Obito's roar echoed across the battlefield like thunder, making everyone's eardrums ache.
"This world will be reshaped by my power, and you will all become my stepping stones!"
His eyes burned with a mad flame, an extreme thirst for power and an endless pursuit of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The people on the battlefield were terrified by Obito presence. Many ninjas' legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Even some of the stronger ninjas trembled under Obito's Obito aura, their hands trembling as they struggled to hold their weapons.
Obito slowly raised his Scythe of the Death God, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Senju Hashirama.
As if sensing its master's killing intent, the scythe surged with black light, instantly transforming into a massive black Uzumaki that pulled everything around it toward its center.
Space twisted and deformed in the Uzumaki, emitting painful creaking sounds, as if it was about to be torn into countless fragments.
"Go to hell!"
Obito swung his scythe down fiercely, and the black crescent-shaped slash wave, like a surging black tsunami, swept towards the place where Senju Hashirama was buried with overwhelming force.
Wherever the wave passed, a layer of ground was slashed away, revealing a jagged layer of rock.
The rocks were instantly shattered by the force of the cleaving wave, turning into powder that scattered in the air.
All obstacles along the way were instantly destroyed, trees were uprooted, and houses collapsed like paper, turning into ruins.
At this critical moment...
Suddenly, a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star, breaking through the thick clouds and chaotic battlefield, and blocking the attack for Senju Hashirama.
"What's this?"
Obito looked down in surprise, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.
As the smoke and dust cleared, a figure appeared.
Although the man was weak, pale as paper, covered in blood, and dressed in rags, blood was still dripping from his wounds.
But a resolute look shone in his eyes.
The appearance of Yan was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to the people in despair.
He glanced at the chaotic battlefield and frowned slightly when he saw the spot where Senju Hashirama was buried.
Then, he slowly floated up with Senju Hashirama. With each inch they rose, ripples appeared in the space beneath their feet, as if supporting their frail bodies.
" Uchiha Yan, you're finally back!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Tsunade's eyes, but upon seeing Yan's injuries, her eyes were filled with worry.
Yan did not respond to Tsunade, his gaze fixed on Obito.
At this moment, Obito also recovered from his shock, looked at Yan, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
" Uchiha Yan, do you think your return will change anything? You can't even protect yourself now, and today you will all die here!"
As he spoke, Obito brandished his Scythe of the Death God, the black light around him intensifying as he prepared to deliver a fatal blow to Yan.
Yan took a deep breath, enduring the pain in his body, and slowly formed hand Hand Seals.
Although his movements were somewhat slow, each seal contained immense power.
In Setsuna, the surrounding space began to distort and deform, and streams of spatial power coiled around his body like serpents, gradually forming a shield.
" Obito, your atrocities must end here!"