Amid the boundless yellow sands, Uchiha Madara stood alone. Before him were countless members of the Shinobi Allied Forces. He simply stood there, yet though he was alone, he seemed like an army of thousands, faintly suppressing the other side's momentum.
Suddenly, Uchiha Madara moved. His feet lightly touched the ground as he slowly stepped forward. One step, then two—his pace quickened into a run, and then his speed grew faster and faster.
The Shinobi Allied Forces wore varied expressions, instinctively gripping their kunai tightly. Some even broke out in cold sweat. Madara's era was simply too distant; for shinobi of their generation, most had no real concept of the Three Gods of the past.
But at this moment, they bore unimaginable pressure. Presence—the other side's presence was simply too overwhelming. Just standing there, he seemed like an Asura, quietly waiting to reap lives. Thousands of shinobi stood together, yet they felt no sense of safety whatsoever.
As Madara drew near, someone suddenly let out a loud shout. The entire Shinobi Allied Forces immediately erupted. Everyone roared and charged forward madly.
The vast army surged like water. From the sky, one would see a dense black mass; the numbers on both sides were simply not comparable.
Yet in a shinobi battle, although numbers could alter the outcome most of the time, there would always be exceptions.
A moment later, the two sides collided!
Miserable screams instantly rose and fell within the Shinobi Allied Forces. It was like a fierce tiger crashing into a flock of sheep—no, far more terrifying than that. It was more like a Tyrannosaurus charging into a flock of sheep. At the very first instant of the clash, countless shinobi were already flung high into the air.
Among the crowd, Uchiha Madara was like a dancing red