A Draw
Obito emerged from the Kamui Dimension with a gloomy expression.
He had originally wanted to siphon off more Chakra, but instead of gaining anything, he had suffered a loss.
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path was even more short on Chakra now. At this rate, reviving it and becoming the Ten-Tails Jinchuriki was still a distant dream.
Obito kept moving through the battlefield.
Yet he could not find a single member of the Shinobi World Allied Forces. He did not even see any White Zetsu.
He searched for a long time before finally finding one White Zetsu.
"How is the situation on the battlefield?"
It had not taken him long to restore the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, had it? Where had the Shinobi Alliance gone?
"The Shinobi Alliance has basically all retreated."
"They retreated!?" Obito was stunned.
"Yes. The Shinobi World Allied Forces on every front have all withdrawn to their main headquarters."
Obito's expression turned exceptionally ugly.
It felt as awful as eating a pile of chocolate-flavored shit.
You should have told me you were gathering everyone together! I wouldn't even have needed to deploy the White Zetsu!
After fighting for so long, the White Zetsu on Obito's side had been nearly depleted. Fewer than ten thousand remained.
The Allied Forces had suffered far fewer losses than the White Zetsu. Only around thirty thousand people had died.
But now that Natsuki had gathered everyone together, Obito was spared the trouble of figuring out how to revive the Ten-Tails.
As Obito pondered this, Black Zetsu crawled out from nearby.
Obito narrowed his eyes. "Where's Madara?"
Black Zetsu said rather helplessly, "He went to meet his old friend, Hashirama."
Obito naturally knew all about the mess between Madara and Hashirama.
But what he cared about more