"Madara Uchiha?"
Hearing that name, Chenshu Senju raised an eyebrow.
Keep pretending. Go on.
That acting talent would be wasted if he didn't win an Oscar.
Running around in a mask, impersonating Madara and scamming people everywhere—this tired trick only worked on old fossils who didn't know the truth.
Still, Chenshu Senju did not expose him on the spot.
Seeing through it without saying so was a basic virtue for a transmigrator.
"What, using a dead man's name to scare people lets you hide the fact that you're a coward who keeps his head down?"
The crimson Mangekyo Sharingan in Chenshu Senju's left eye spun rapidly.
"If you want to fight, get down here and fight. Stop standing up there talking like it doesn't hurt."
Obito stood on the rooftop, and the single eye beneath his mask revealed a vicious hostility.
This brat's mouth was truly poisonous.
As their attention locked onto each other in an intense psychological standoff—
Down in the ruins—
Deva Path Pain keenly caught that brief opening.
If he didn't leave now, when would he?
The chakra in his body had already been exhausted. If Chenshu Senju joined forces with the masked man who had suddenly appeared, or if the masked man simply stood by and watched, this Deva Path body would definitely be lost here today.
God was not an idiot. Charging in when he couldn't win was just brainless stubbornness.
"Retreat."
Deva Path Pain's icy voice echoed in the minds of the other three Paths.
The Animal Path immediately formed hand seals with both hands.
"Bang!"
A massive cloud of white smoke rose, and a bizarre chameleon summon appeared out of thin air, swallowing the remaining four Paths of Pain in a single gulp.
This summon could turn invisible, making it the perfect vehicle