Reanimated Seven Ninja Swordsmen

The concentrated cluster of Fire Release chakra at Chenshu Senju's fingertips still flickered restlessly, its orange-red glow illuminating his calm face.

He had just been about to flick his wrist and ignite this forest realm hung with corpses, along with the remaining cannon fodder.

But on the distant horizon, the battle suddenly changed.

The White Zetsu army, which had been fearless of death and capable only of mindless charges, suddenly stopped.

Several hundred stragglers who had escaped the Wood Release spikes stood in the mud, staring blankly at the tens of thousands of comrades' corpses hanging upside down in midair.

Even mass-produced biological weapons instinctively began to feel fear in the face of such one-sided slaughter.

They turned and fled, limping madly toward the rear and even trampling one another.

Chenshu Senju did not even raise an eyelid as he casually dispersed the flames from his fingertips.

Before he could continue the pursuit, the already shattered ground beneath the fleeing White Zetsu began to tremble again.

This tremor had not been caused by Wood Release.

Bang!

A heavy wooden coffin covered in talismans shot straight out of the ground, sending two White Zetsu flying on the spot.

Then came a second coffin, then a third.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seven upright coffins carved with intricate curse seals lined up neatly across the wilderness, completely blocking White Zetsu's retreat.

Creak—

The teeth-grinding scrape of wood suddenly rang out across the silent battlefield.

The lids of all seven coffins tipped forward at once and crashed into the muddy ground with a loud bang, kicking up clouds of dust.

As the dust gradually settled, seven figures in differently colored shinobi outfits stood silently inside the coffins, their skin ash-gray.

Their eyes were pitch-black, without even a trace of a living person's pupils.