The White Zetsu vanguard was instantly vaporized, making Obito's expression change behind the lines. He stared fixedly at the charred mud pit in the distance. The hundred thousand White Zetsu lying in it had been vaporized without even letting out a fart, and his teeth ground loudly beneath his mask. He wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead, his throat producing harsh, heavy breaths. "Damn it... what kind of evil contraptions did that old bastard Ōnoki equip these mud-legged trash with?!" Obito roared, the Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye spinning as though it might start smoking. His wooden prosthetic leg stomped fiercely atop the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's head, dry and cracked like old tree bark.
"Statue! Forget those Leaf Village small fry! Gather chakra for me! Blow that biggest chunk of iron out of the sky!" Obito bellowed at the top of his lungs, old mud and sweat in his palm making his black glove sticky. Within the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's nine hollow eyes, the power representing the first seven Tailed Beasts surged violently toward its thorn-filled mouth in an instant. Dark-red chakra began compressing rapidly inside its mouth, and a Tailed Beast Bomb carrying savage wind pressure was about to take shape. The howling sandstorm it raised stripped away an entire layer of snow from the surrounding ground.
However, before its Tailed Beast Bomb could fully condense, a piercing shriek came from high above, sharp enough to drive people mad. It was enormously loud, like a hundred whistles blowing beside his ears at once, making Obito's skull go numb. He abruptly raised his head, and the pupil of the Sharingan exposed beyond his mask instantly shrank to the size of a needlepoint.
"Boss! Iron birds are flying overhead! A whole damn lot