The blue giant, over ten meters tall, wreaked havoc among the Allied Forces. Each of its four arms held a curved chakra longsword, and every swing sent towering waves of yellow sand soaring into the air, along with countless shinobi.
The Fourth Division's shinobi were being depleted at an alarming rate.
They had tried to fight back, but neither ninjutsu nor taijutsu had any effect when they struck the Susanoo. They did not even raise the slightest ripple.
"It's too big... The gap is too great. Can we really defeat a monster like this?" one shinobi said blankly. One companion after another fell before his eyes, yet he could do nothing. Fear spread through his heart.
"Susanoo, huh? That bastard Madara." Ōnoki cursed under his breath. He had seen the situation across the entire Allied Forces. If they continued to be worn down at this rate, they would soon suffer a complete collapse.
Everyone had a limit to what their heart could bear. Even shinobi, far surpassing ordinary people in this regard, were no exception. When comrades beside them fell one after another, when they had to charge forward despite knowing they were trying to stop a cart with a mantis's arms, the first shinobi to flee would inevitably appear. Once that happened, the entire Fourth Division would instantly fall apart.
Though even if they did not collapse and maintained their fighting spirit, it would still be useless.
"I have to think of something. Dust Release won't work—my chakra hasn't fully recovered, and Uchiha Madara is standing in the middle of the Allied Forces. It would affect our own people too. In that case..."
"Tsuchikage, I have an idea!" As Ōnoki pondered, Gaara's voice sounded beside him. He turned to look at the young man.
The Susanoo continued its slaughter,