Everyone held their breath as the figure walked slowly toward them, as though out for a stroll.
The pressure bore down like an invisible mountain, making every breath heavy and labored.
Cold sweat seeped from their palms, leaving dark marks on the sand. Some instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, only to find their knuckles trembling with the strain.
At last, someone let out a roar, hoarse and shaking with the desperation of someone pushed past his limit, and charged at Madara Uchiha.
That shout set off a chain reaction. Everyone buckling under the pressure rushed forward at once.
"Wait!"
Ōnoki stared at the charging shinobi, shock and anger flashing across his face as Dust Release gathered in his hands.
He tried to call them back, but they were too far gone to listen.
He gritted his teeth. To avoid causing even more casualties, he had no choice but to lower his hands, and the glow of Dust Release slowly faded from his palms.
Seeing them charge, Madara Uchiha gradually quickened his pace.
His leisurely walk became a brisk stride. Then he leaned forward slightly, ready to sprint.
Bam!
His fist struck the face of the shinobi in front, and he plunged into the crowd like a black blur.
He wove through the Allied Shinobi Forces, and no one could stand against his fists or feet.
Every punch sent a shinobi flying. Every kick shattered bones.
His movements were graceful and efficient, as if he were crushing a swarm of insignificant ants.
"Too slow."
"Is that all you've got?"
"Would you like to dance too?"
At last, Gaara and the others found an opening.
Temari struck first. She swung her giant fan and unleashed a raging gale with all her strength.
The wind swept up sand and gravel, caught