"Natume! The kid won?!!"
Hashirama was overjoyed, utterly ecstatic.
"That brat, stealing the spotlight again!"
Madara snorted from afar, tending to his wounds while desperately suppressing the corners of his mouth.
Natsume glanced at Hashirama and Madara and saw that both were alive.
It seemed he had not arrived too late.
Or rather, he had arrived at just the right time.
Next.
With a wave of his hand, Natsume summoned it.
A streak of red light flew out from the lava lake below, and the divine spear [Enso Sukuna] returned to his hand.
A few strands of golden liquid chakra still trailed from its tip.
There was no need to say it—the liquid had to be blood from the [Progenitor God Body]!
Which meant that his previous strike had still pierced the [Otsutsuki Progenitor True God]'s defenses!
Although It had yet to awaken, and although he had only pierced Its skin.
It was still enough to demonstrate the terror of that attack.
It also indirectly proved that while a [True God] was unimaginably powerful, Natsume had at least managed to touch upon that realm, if only by the slightest margin.
Elsewhere.
Once they clearly saw Natsume's figure, the three Royal Family demigods led by Otsutsuki Governor Yuqing did not hesitate in the slightest.
They immediately broke away from the battlefield and fled toward the Royal Palace.
They had backbone and were willing to fight to the death for the Royal Family.
But they were not idiots.
They could still tell the difference between fighting to the death and throwing their lives away.
Staying here to face that human-limit demigod?
That would be nothing but suicide!
Meaningless suicide!
Had they not seen that [Malformed Monster], which rivaled a king, get one-shotted by a single spear strike?
What could they possibly