As clumps of black flame burned like demons across Obito's body, as if they meant to devour him whole.
This time, Obito let out a heart-rending, horrifying howl. The deafening sound sent shivers down everyone's spine.
That was not a sound an old man on his last legs could possibly make. It was filled with endless pain and despair.
Yet Black Zetsu remained exceptionally calm in the face of such a terrifying scene.
Without hesitation, he swiftly took Obito and vanished from the scene like a ghost, as though everything were under his control.
If not for the slight fatigue visible on everyone's faces, no one would have noticed that such a shocking scene had just unfolded here—a mysterious person had suddenly appeared and launched a deadly attack on the four of them like lightning.
"What a pity~" Sparkle's voice drifted through the air, carrying a hint of teasing. "If we'd managed to keep him here with that, the rest of the script would've been hard to write."
Though her words were lighthearted, the deeper meaning within them made people ponder.
Could it be that all of this had been a script arranged in advance?
"Don't talk nonsense." Uchiha Yato immediately cut Sparkle off, his tone serious and resolute.
"These black flames aren't so easy to shake off. Even if he doesn't die this time, he'll definitely be tortured half to death."
Uchiha Yato clearly understood the power of those black flames deeply. He did not want Sparkle's words to cause panic or misunderstanding.
After all, at such a crucial moment, the team's unity and trust were of the utmost importance.
Itachi Uchiha did not say much either. This time, after using his Mangekyō Sharingan, he had indeed felt that unpleasant sensation.
"You two just had to go for the