Besides, it had been A's decision to personally protect the Eight-Tails, Killer B.
If he had truly wanted to act alongside the Allied Shinobi Forces, even at the risk of being attacked, Yan could have gone there himself.
Yet A had said nothing and intended for Kumogakure to bear it on its own.
The thinking of every generation of Raikage was as rigid as their muscle-bound bodies.
As for whether Kumogakure could stop Nagato, Yan could only say that they could not. They simply could not. Rather than whether they could halt Nagato's advance, it would be more accurate to ask how much trouble they could cause him and how much of his life force they could drain.
To some extent, the Six Paths of Pain were truly unreasonable.
Not only could they be controlled remotely, but if one died, it could simply be replaced with another body. It was practically like fighting puppets, yet all six were difficult to deal with—especially the Deva Path.
"Shinra Tensei!!"
A powerful shockwave erupted, shaking all of Kumogakure. A, covered in wounds, was blasted back and fell to one knee, gasping for breath. His brother, Killer B, lay on the ground like a corpse, completely unresponsive, several black rods embedded in his body.
The summoned beasts wreaked havoc while the other Pains created chaos and drew in more shinobi. The Deva Path personally descended to face A and Killer B.
The result was obvious. Before the Deva Path, A and Killer B's combined efforts had failed.
"You are strong, but you cannot stop my advance."
The Deva Path looked over Kumogakure, now little more than ruins, then bent down and grabbed Killer B.
"Bastard, put B down!! Cough, cough!!"
A coughed violently, spraying blood along with each cough. The Deva Path was the