"..." Uchiha Madara said somewhat disbelievingly, "How is that possible? This is my Fire Style."
"I don't know how confident you are in your spell, but clearly, these little bugs are immune to all flames—and they can absorb them," Belaque said.
"Do you have any other good ideas?" Belaque looked at Uchiha Madara and asked. "If not, we really should leave now. They're about to catch up to us."
Even now, Uchiha Madara could not accept that his strongest golden flames had been absorbed by these utterly inconspicuous little bugs.
Seeing Uchiha Madara standing there blankly without moving, Belaque hurriedly grabbed his hand and ran forward at full speed.
Only when Belaque dragged him along did Uchiha Madara snap back to his senses. If they did not run now, it would truly be too late. They might end up like the corpses of those large animals in the Great Snow Mountain, leaving behind nothing but skeletons.
But Uchiha Madara was genuinely frustrated. He was someone striving for world peace, someone capable of changing the world, yet he had no way to deal with a few little bugs.
Then Uchiha Madara suddenly noticed that there was only one set of footprints in the snow—his own. Belaque was clearly pulling him along, yet there were no footprints belonging to Belaque.
"I can't see you right now. Are you flying?" Uchiha Madara asked Belaque beside him.
"Do I have that kind of ability? If I could fly, why would I need a Blue-Feathered Griffin? You could just ride on my back, and the two of us would have made it here already," Belaque said.
"But why haven't you left any footprints in the snow? How did you do it?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"Even if you were born with perfect chakra control, you still