Black Zetsu immediately split its body apart, scattering like liquid to evade the attack before gathering back together elsewhere.
Its gaze was wary, and cold sweat covered its forehead.
"What was that just now? Why did it feel like I was about to die?"
Naori was about to attack again when a violent crash came from Madara Uchiha's battlefield. She hurriedly looked over.
"Madara, you think you've won? Hope you're ready for a surprise! Wood Release: God Tree Advent!"
The earth split open in an instant.
A giant tree burst from underground, its trunk so thick it would take hundreds of people to encircle it. Its bark gleamed gray-white, with golden patterns flowing across its surface.
It grew wildly: ten meters, fifty, a hundred, five hundred—finally stopping at a height of a thousand meters.
The towering tree rose to blot out the sky, its crown spreading across the entire Mountain Graveyard.
Every branch was as thick as a dragon, every leaf shimmered faintly gold, and the chakra emanating from the tree carried an ancient, primal aura that did not belong to this world.
"What?!" Madara Uchiha's expression changed. Mirai Uzumaki had taken his slash head-on, yet looked completely unharmed!
"Mirai!" Izumi Uchiha's eyes lit up. Thank goodness. He's all right!
Madara's brows drew tight. He raised Susanoo's first sword and struck again.
A second slash, a third, a fourth. The four swords struck in turn, each leaving a gash in the trunk, but every gash healed itself within seconds.
"What is that thing?" For the first time, clear surprise entered Madara's voice.
On a distant rise, Black Zetsu went rigid.
Its gaze locked on the thousand-meter tree. That aura, that pulse of chakra, that familiarity stirring deep in its soul...
It recognized the tree.
No. It recognized that aura.
It