Obito's spirit stood silently on this bloody battlefield.
His gaze slowly swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
There was resentment, there was bitterness, but above all, there was a deep weariness.
A gentle breeze swept by, carrying with it a strong, pungent smell of blood.
The pungent smell permeated the air, like a thick layer of haze, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Heavy dark clouds pressed down on the sky, and sunlight struggled to pierce through the gaps in the clouds, only making the devastated battlefield appear even more tragic.
Yan watched Obito, his hand still tightly gripping the Scythe of the Death God, ready to deal with any possible changes at any moment.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, some of his own and some of his enemies'.
The dried bloodstains had congealed into dark red patches on his tattered clothes.
His face was blackened by smoke and dust, and sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, dripping onto the ground littered with rubble and corpses, splashing up tiny bloodstains.
Uchiha Fugaku and the other Uchiha ninjas were equally exhausted, though the fervor of battle still lingered in their eyes.
They huddled together, forming a tight defensive formation. The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the dim sunlight, but they couldn't hide their slightly trembling hands.
Obito's soul slowly raised its head, looked at Yan, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
" Uchiha Yan, this isn't over yet."
Yan sneered and replied, " Obito, you have failed. Your ambition should end here."
Obito was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I admit I lost. But that doesn't mean I'll give up."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the Uchiha ninjas again, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"However, the Uchiha Clan is no longer the tool I want."
Yan frowned, not understanding the meaning behind Obito's words.
Obito no explanation, his gaze fixed on his lifeless corpse.
The body lay not far away, the surrounding ground soaked in blood, turning a dark, somber red.
A huge wound, deep enough to expose bone, was slashed across his chest by Scythe of the Death God.
His black clothes were stained with blood so much that their original color was almost unrecognizable, and his pale face still bore the marks of anger and resentment he felt before his death.
"This body is useless now," Obito muttered to himself.
He knew that his plan had been completely thwarted, and that Infinite Tsukuyomi was no longer possible in reality.
Uchiha Yan is too strong, unrealistically strong.
Even though he was also Eternal Immortal, and even though his attack methods were space and Death God.
But he was still no match for Uchiha Yan.
Presumably, the Nagato's side.
As long as Uchiha Yan is around, it's only a matter of time before Konoha, possessing multiple Tailed Beast, unifies the Ninja World.
Another reason is that, as the Death God, he has the authority to collect souls.
As long as no one interferes, he can bring Lin's soul out of the Pure Land and create a perfect world tailored for her.
Then there's no need for Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The previous actions were merely a final attempt, or rather, a struggle.
"However, I will remember everything that happened today."
Obito's voice was cold and resolute.
" Uchiha Yan, and the Uchiha Clan, I hope you never fall into decline, or I will return."
After saying that, Obito's spirit coiled up his own corpse, and a thick black mist rose around him.
The mist, like ink spreading in water, quickly permeated the entire battlefield, enveloping him and the corpse.
As the black mist grew thicker, a spatial rift slowly opened beside Obito.
Obito's spirit, carrying the corpse, slowly disappeared into the crack.
As he was about to disappear, his gaze swept over Yan and the Uchiha Clan once more.
His eyes were full of warning and threat, as if to say...
"Today's grudge will be avenged tomorrow."
After Obito's figure completely disappeared into the spatial rift, the rift slowly closed, and the black mist on the battlefield gradually dissipated.
The sunlight once again fell upon this land filled with blood and ruins, but it could not dispel the lingering aura of death in the air.
After Obito left, the Uchiha Ninja Army's fervor reached its peak.
Their eyes burned with a frenzied fire, as if they were possessed by demons.
"Kill all these scum from the Kirigakure!"
A Uchiha ninja shouted frantically and charged towards the wounded and fallen Kirigakure Ninja.
The Kirigakure Ninja stared in horror, trying to dodge but unable to move due to his severe injuries.
The long sword fell mercilessly, instantly slicing the Kirigakure Ninja's body in two.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding land red.
"Hahahaha, this is what happens when you oppose the Uchiha!"
Another Uchiha ninja laughed loudly, rapidly Hand Seals.
"Fire Release: Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"
A huge fireball spewed from his mouth, hurtling towards a group of Kirigakure Ninja like a burning meteor.
Wherever the fireball went, the air was distorted and deformed by the scorching heat.
More than a dozen Kirigakure Ninja were engulfed by flames, letting out painful screams.
They struggled in the inferno, their skin charred, their hair ablaze, and their bodies gradually turning to charcoal.
At this moment, the Uchiha ninjas, like a pack of hungry wolves, rampaged across the battlefield.
The Kirigakure Ninja had already suffered heavy casualties in their battle against the Uchiha Clan, and Obito had completely abandoned them.
This has led to their taxi drivers being extremely demoralized, showing no will to resist, and scattering and fleeing in all directions.
Faced with the Uchiha Ninja Army's frenzied slaughter, they were utterly powerless to resist.
The Uchiha Ninja Army continued their slaughter, and the battlefield was filled with a strong stench of blood.
Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers on this once vibrant land.
The Uchiha ninja moved among the corpses, his clothes soaked in blood and his face splattered with it.
But they showed no mercy; their eyes were filled only with madness and a bloodlust.
Yan stood quietly to the side, watching the atrocities committed by the Uchiha Ninja Army, his brows furrowed.
Suddenly, Yan felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
"Pfft!"
The blood, like a blooming red lotus, blossomed in mid-air and then fell onto the blood-soaked earth, mingling with the blood on the ground.
Yan's body tilted forward uncontrollably, and the Scythe of the Death God in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, raising a cloud of dust.
Uchiha Fugaku noticed Yan's unusual behavior, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, and he quickly called out.
"Lord Yan!"
Hearing the shouts, the other Uchiha ninjas also stopped their killing spree and turned to look at Yan.
At this moment, a fierce wind swept across the battlefield, howling and rustling the corpses and weapons on the ground.