Clang!
Three enormous giants pushed aside the boulder pressing down on their heads.
Everyone beneath them emerged unscathed.
At the other end of the cave, a thick white snake slowly crawled out of the rubble.
Its mouth stretched open to its limit, and a figure covered in slime emerged between its jaws.
Yakushi Kabuto slid out of the snake's mouth and landed on one knee, breathing hard.
He raised his head and adjusted his crooked glasses, his serpentine eyes filled with gloom.
Open ground.
This was no longer the limestone cavern where he could freely use Inorganic Reincarnation.
He looked overhead, then around him. The entire area was open and flat, without any terrain that could provide cover.
Facing everyone in an environment like this, his chances of winning were too slim.
If he was captured, Itachi might well have the means to find a way to undo Impure World Reincarnation.
Then all his scheming, all his efforts, would come to nothing.
His mind raced, and he finally reached a conclusion: he had to leave.
As long as he could reach Madara Uchiha, these people would be nothing to fear.
Madara was strong enough to defeat them all.
And if he was given just a little more time, he would find a way to bring back the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju, through Impure World Reincarnation as well.
Then both the Asura of the Ninja World and the God of Shinobi would be in his hands, serving as his pawns, and the entire shinobi world would lie prostrate at his feet.
With that thought, he formed hand seals with one hand, trying to command Orochimaru to come and buy him time.
But the moment his fingers moved, his expression froze.
The connection was gone.
"What's going on?!"
Yakushi Kabuto whipped