The battle grew increasingly intense, like a raging storm sweeping through everything.
At first, the battlefield presented a bizarre sight: a group of Wood Release creatures leaped and danced freely atop the sea of flowers, as though they were throwing a wild rave.
Though their movements were somewhat clumsy, they were brimming with life and energy, forming a unique harmony with the surrounding sea of flowers.
However, as time passed, this beautiful scene was gradually shattered.
Whether Uchiha Yato's chakra reserves were beginning to run low, or whether someone harboring jealousy and resentment was secretly interfering, the overall area of the flower sea and the speed at which it regenerated were quietly changing.
Although the change was not particularly obvious, anyone who looked closely could still notice the signs.
The once-lush sea of flowers seemed to be growing sparse, its blossoms gradually dwindling as if they were being devoured by an invisible force.
The Wood Release creatures still bounced about amid the flowers, but their movements had clearly slowed, no longer as lively as before.
Itachi Uchiha and Uchiha Shisui were rather flustered when they saw this.
They did not fully understand Uchiha Yato's abilities. After all, before this, Uchiha Yato had been able to instantly defeat everyone with nothing more than a pair of Sharingan.
Now that Uchiha Yato appeared to have fallen into a slight disadvantage, they could not help but feel somewhat unsettled.
Sparkle was still sucking on her lollipop, staring unblinkingly at the exciting spectacle below.
To Sparkle, nothing so far had been worthy of too much surprise. It was merely a show—or rather, a performance.
"Looking at the situation now, I'm honestly getting a little nervous."
"Even if he really can't defeat Hashirama Senju, it doesn't matter."
"But since it's come to this, I truly