Uchiha Madara appeared

With those words, Madara, exuding unparalleled domineering power, roared, "Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!"

It crashed down with a whoosh, and even the heavens seemed to change color.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if in celebration.

In the pale, lifeless desert, a vibrant tree transformed into long dragons. The dragons roared in, traversing hurricanes and scorching heat, descending with a deafening roar as they hurtled through the air.

The trend is inevitable, and the trend can be reversed. If the trend leads to death, the reversal will lead to destruction.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

Like a meteor shower, or like a meteorite shower.

In a mere second, countless trees fell, and countless dragons fell.

On the ground, numerous ninjas faced only death when confronted with this Ninjutsu.

No one knows why. No one knows what power truly is. But only at the moment of death do they realize how ridiculous the Kunai in their hands truly is.

A ninja spends his life wielding Kunai, believing himself to be a true ninja. Little does he know, in the eyes of such a powerful being, he is merely an ant.

He Kunai in his hand. When death approached, he discarded the Kunai, silently wishing, "In my next life, I do not wish to be a ninja."

One sentence resonated in the hearts of many.

Uchiha Madara, with a cold gaze, looked down at the people below, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Don't mention ninjas to me, you insignificant insect. Because in this world, only a handful of people can truly become ninjas. The rest are just playing house."

A hollow voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

Many people, looking up at the lofty Uchiha Madara, seem to see a god in their hearts.

He tossed aside the Kunai in his hand and said with a smirk, "This is what a ninja is. We're nothing but a laughingstock."

The dead lay down the Kunai in their hearts. The living lay down the Kunai in their hands.

No one knows why they had to let go at that moment, but their hearts told them they needed to, because they were not ninjas.

Gaara pressed his hands to the ground, desperately trying to support the sand barrier in front of him.

Ōnoki, his eyes blazing with light, roared, "My will! My will! Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"

A dazzling silver light appeared, and all the trees in front of them vanished into nothingness.

Many people were saved, but far too many died.

The 200,000- Allied Shinobi Forces has dwindled to a mere tens of thousands.

This battle resulted in too many deaths and was extremely tragic.

At this moment, Uchiha Madara looked down, his majestic gaze fixed on one person.

"Ōnoki, that kid from back then."

Those simple words solidified Ōnoki's resolve as he looked at Uchiha Madara and unleashed a resolute roar, "Back then, I doubted myself. Now, I reclaim my will, because I am the Third Tsuchikage, and I still have my village, my country, and my land—the Land of Land of Earth."

After saying that, Ōnoki stood up proudly.