Elsewhere on the battlefield, Uchiha Obito finally stabilized the situation, recalled the Impure World Reincarnation body of Han, the Five-Tails' Jinchuriki, then used Kamui to withdraw from the battle. When he reappeared, he was already at the border of the Land of Lightning.
Not far away, the White Zetsu Army was engaged in fierce battle with the Shinobi Allied Forces.
The intensity of combat between shinobi was extremely high, especially when one side possessed countless puppets unafraid of death. The battle immediately descended into a white-hot deadlock, rapidly driving up casualties on both sides.
On the front line where the two armies met, the bodies of the fallen had already piled high across the ground. Yet even atop those mounds of corpses, people continued charging forward.
"What a spectacular sight. Previous shinobi wars never had this many people."
Black Zetsu commented on the Fourth Shinobi World War raging in full swing, his tone dripping with mockery.
During the first three shinobi wars, the five great nations had basically never all gathered on a single battlefield. Even in the previous shinobi war, when Konoha had nominally faced the entire shinobi world alone, thanks to the strategic command of the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, it had not been a battle that decided everything at once. Instead, they had defeated their enemies one by one—it had merely been a prolonged war of attrition.
Uchiha Obito ignored Black Zetsu and instead raised his left hand to support his right shoulder.
"Oh? You're injured?"
Black Zetsu put on a look of surprise, though he did not seem genuinely taken aback.
"You spent so long preparing, and it would have been one thing if you came back empty-handed. But you even lost the Four-Tails' Jinchuriki, and now you're injured yourself... Can you even do this?"
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