Hamura

"Black Zetsu, that's your second brother. Why aren't you hurrying over to acknowledge him?"

Without another word, Black Zetsu tried to burrow underground. If he was discovered, wouldn't he be killed on the spot? He should escape first.

Saving his mother would have to wait.

Seeing Black Zetsu's reaction, Uchiha Qingfeng clearly understood that Black Zetsu knew absolutely nothing about the deaths of Hagoromo and Hamura. Otherwise, he would not have been this terrified.

Whoever had managed to hide it from Black Zetsu certainly had some skill.

It was not that they had hidden it from Black Zetsu. Rather, Black Zetsu simply did not dare approach his two brothers. He wished he could stay a hundred thousand miles away from them. He feared those two brothers down to his bones.

"Do you think your second brother can beat Uchiha Madara?"

Black Zetsu only wanted to leave, but Uchiha Qingfeng had him in a tight grip, leaving him no way to escape.

"No matter which of them wins, that won't decide the outcome. Since this Hamura is still alive, Hagoromo definitely can't be dead either. Dad, dear father, please let me go. I can't stay in this place for even one more second."

"Don't be so afraid. Things haven't reached their worst point yet."

Previously, Uchiha Qingfeng had merely felt that the actions of these so-called protagonists of the Ninja World were somewhat unreasonable. Things that could clearly be accomplished with ease were always dragged out for decades. That was why he suspected someone was plotting all of this behind the scenes.

The most unreasonable thing was Uchiha Madara's path to resurrection. He had the Rinnegan, he had Obito—once Hashirama died, he could resurrect right where he stood. Wouldn't that have been perfect? And Black Zetsu—had he never felt that everything