No matter how perfect it was, White Zetsu was still a white White Zetsu.
If there was any difference, the muscle lines on Perfect White Zetsu's body bulged slightly, containing tremendous explosive power and vigorous vitality.
Carrying White Zetsu, Rikusei and Tobirama walked toward the God Tree.
The tide of shinobi rushing in from all corners of the Shinobi World voluntarily parted to either side, opening a passage leading to the God Tree for them.
The blood-colored full moon silently cast down its moonlight, watching over the land where the Shinobi World's greatest fighting forces had gathered.
The nine Tailed Beasts had also been released long ago.
They sprawled within the forest of trees stained by the night, their gazes following Rikusei's movements before finally settling on the blood jade hidden within the flower crown.
A tremor from the depths of his soul, like the bloodline pressure of being locked onto by a natural predator, made Shukaku speak in a trembling voice as he began to retreat. "Why don't we just run? With us fused from the avatars of the five great nations, Kaguya's first targets when she absorbs chakra will definitely be us."
"Stupid tanuki." Kurama raised his head, his expression grave as he looked at Shukaku with a hint of mockery. "Don't just use your eyes to see the world. Carefully sense the chakra fluctuations around us."
Though deeply displeased, Shukaku still extended his senses. As his spiritual energy touched a faint, intermittent fluctuation—
It was the old man of the Six Paths!
A sharp gleam flashed through Shukaku's small, delicate eyes in the heavy twilight. Now they had nothing to worry about.
The old man had successfully blended into the shinobi army!
The changing expressions of the other Tailed Beasts were reflected in Kurama's flickering fox eyes.