This "one-sided suppression of the rebellion" had left the entire ninja world too stunned to think.
Those Leaf Village spectators had their mouths wide enough to fit two boiled eggs, their jaws trembling nonstop.
Even the Raikage, who usually loved putting on airs, was now pressed flat into the mud of the trench, all the darkness drained from his face, leaving only bone-chilling terror.
Madara Uchiha—the true god who had single-handedly crushed the Five Great Nations during the Warring States Era.
At this very moment, he was crawling out of that heap of scorched, smoking rubble.
The reanimated flesh that had only just grown back onto his body had not even warmed up before it was blasted open again.
Those violet-red Rinnegan stared fixedly at Uchiha Yoru in the distance.
Where was even a trace of an ancestor's composure in that gaze?
It was nothing but the sheer horror of seeing a ghost!
"This brat..."
Madara wiped the black ash from his face. The dust even carried a strange burnt caramel smell.
White reanimation ash wriggled like maggots at his broken ribs, desperately trying to regenerate them.
"How did you do that?"
he rasped, as though a thick wad of phlegm were stuck in his throat.
Yoru had no time to answer him.
He directly activated Perfect Susanoo.
The hundred-meter-tall blue giant stood like an iron tower between heaven and earth, every pattern on its armor radiating a suffocatingly sinister aura.
"You want to dance too, Madara?"
Standing within Susanoo's head, Yoru wore the sort of sinister grin that would make even stray dogs by the roadside want to bite him twice.
Madara took a deep breath, his lungs aching from the explosion.
He could no longer spare a thought for the Ōtsutsuki Clan's prestige.
Since this brat was too