The battle between the two Susanoo had reached a fever pitch.
But whether in Chakra Quantity or ocular power, Itachi was no match for Madara.
In this short span of time, standing inside the Susanoo's cockpit, he had already expended an enormous amount of energy, sweat constantly dripping from him.
However, they were far apart, and he was covered by the Susanoo, so no one else could see him.
He and Madara had been clashing madly from the very beginning, but Itachi had to constantly use Chakra to maintain and repair his Susanoo.
That was the only reason they could fight to a draw.
Madara did not fear exhaustion, and neither did Itachi...
Because he knew Natsuki would return soon.
"Heh, although your ocular power is impressive, there is still a gap between us."
"Stand down. I said it before—the only one who can threaten me is Hashirama."
After gaining the upper hand, Madara's habit of talking big reared its head again.
"Roar!"
The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path let out a massive roar, and then its Chakra completely vanished.
Everyone present felt their hearts lurch, as though something terrifying had happened.
The ground suddenly shook, and amid the billowing dust—
The Ten-Tails had completed its transformation, assuming its first-stage form.
Obito quickly emerged from the Kamui Dimension.
Laughing maniacally, he flipped onto the Ten-Tails' head.
"Ha ha ha ha... This world, this world! It ends here!"
Madara suddenly lost interest and dismissed his Susanoo.
"Hashirama, not being able to fight you one last time in these final moments is truly disappointing."
After fighting Itachi for so long, Hashirama and the others had already retreated far away.
They could not hear him at all.
Yet Hashirama looked at the Ten-Tails with a complicated expression before turning back to Madara.