Leading an army of Impure World Reincarnation warriors, the White Snake Sage launched a full-scale assault on the Research Institute with absolute confidence.
With powerful figures from every generation at their side, how could they fail to take down one tiny Research Institute?
In fact, they really could not take it down.
They did not even see where their opponents were.
Three incredibly thick defensive barriers surrounded the Research Institute, forming an absolutely impregnable bulwark... or rather, what should have been an impregnable bulwark.
The reason it was described as "should have been" was that before the many Impure World Reincarnation powerhouses could even touch it, artillery fire from the sky riddled them with holes.
Fortunately, it was an Impure World Reincarnation army. Given some time, they could reform themselves. Had it been a human army, this hopeless way of dying would have caused them to collapse from within long ago.
The White Snake Sage hid underground, sticking out only her head as she narrowed her eyes at the sky.
She could not see anything.
That was the most terrifying part.
All the Sky Battleships launched saturation attacks from beyond visual range. The resurrected powerhouses could only take the beating passively, with no chance to strike back.
The Impure World Reincarnation army continued charging forward, using repeated resurrections to drain the Sky Battleships' energy reserves.
But that process would take a long time.
The White Snake Sage knew that time was what they lacked most.
"Itachi."
The White Snake Sage turned and shouted.
She had no choice but to shout. The bombardment made the earth hum and tremble; without raising their voices, they could not hear each other even standing side by side.
The White Snake Sage lifted her tail and pointed at the Research Institute. "Are you sure Ame-no-Futodama-no-Mikoto