Though Millions Oppose Me, I Shall Go On

Orochimaru was still quietly admiring the scenery when a head suddenly emerged beside him. It was Zetsu.

Having been in charge of intelligence, he finally had some free time now.

"Mr. Orochimaru, are there enough White Zetsu? If not, I can send a few more over."

"They were trash even when they were alive. There's no need to revive Ninja like that. It's a waste of time."

"The Eight-Tails Jinchuriki isn't in Stone Village. The Third Tsuchikage secretly kept him by his side. As expected of an old bastard who survived the Warring States period—he's quite meticulous."

"If we can't capture the Eight-Tails, things will become troublesome. Now that Stone Village is on fire, I don't know whether we can withstand the hard battle ahead. If we fail, all our efforts will truly have been for nothing."

Orochimaru did not care in the slightest. In his eyes, it did not matter who ultimately won this war. As long as Uchiha Qingfeng survived, that was enough.

That was true love. Whether the world was destroyed or not, I only wanted you to live well.

"Former Tailed Beast Jinchuriki, former Kage of the major Ninja villages, plus some famous Ninja from the Ninja World—those are already top-tier fighting forces. If they still can't win, then they deserve to lose."

At this moment, Ōnoki was still rushing back in a hurry. The sense of foreboding in his heart grew increasingly intense, and he could only fly toward Stone Village with all his strength.

Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was flames soaring into the sky, along with densely packed white creatures surrounding Stone Village so tightly that not even water could pass through. Ōnoki immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

His granddaughter, his village, everything he had—it all seemed to be gone.