Battle of the Valley of the End

The Nine-Tails charged about like a demon god. Countless vines grown by Wood Style surged forward one after another, only to be instantly severed by the twin swords in its hands. They could not even delay it for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, the Nine-Tails had reached Senju Hashirama. Without hesitation, it brought its sword down.

A cold gleam flashed along the dozens-of-meters-long blade as it slashed down without mercy. Space itself seemed to stretch in that instant as immense pressure erupted. The countless trees and vines sweeping in from all sides were reduced to splinters beneath that single strike.

Senju Hashirama's gaze darkened slightly, and he instantly leaped backward.

Boom!

With a deafening blast, dust and smoke shot a hundred meters into the sky. The ground shook violently beneath that strike, and a winding fissure spread endlessly into the distance.

Senju Hashirama narrowly avoided the sword's aftermath and retreated far away, but Tree World Emergence came to a halt at the same time.

This Wood Style technique required continuous output, and its greatest weakness was that he himself could not move.

"Madara is this strong after recovering his ocular power? That really is a little unexpected." Senju Hashirama sighed. Strangely enough, his sense of tension vanished, and a faint smile instead curled at his lips.

"It's truly been a long time since I last fought with all my strength. Not since that time with Otsutsuki Hamura."

In the instant he muttered those words, the Susanoo-clad Nine-Tails appeared before him once more. Its sword swung down without hesitation, carrying the force of wind and thunder, its radiant sword might seemingly capable of destroying the world.

"Wood Style: Hobi Technique!"

Senju Hashirama formed hand seals. At once, a pair of massive wooden hands appeared and directly clamped down