The Demon King Descends

"But there's no question about it. That man must be the strongest in the Shinobi World today!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked toward the top of the Demon Tree. The monstrous figure of the wandering monk had become a sword hanging over everyone in the Shinobi World.

And he was far from the only one who felt that way.

The shattered remnants of Akatsuki felt it too.

Zetsu wailed uncontrollably. "Demon Shadow, give me back my White Zetsu! There were so many of them, and you used them all at once! Have you no shame?"

He had once had countless chances. His plan had been perfect.

All he needed to do was follow it step by step, and Kaguya Otsutsuki would be revived.

But now?

Every White Zetsu was dead. Obito and Nagato had both lost their eyes. How was he supposed to create the Six Paths Madara?

Ye Zhuo had captured eight of the nine tailed beasts by himself. He had devoured the Shinobi World until almost nothing remained.

The mighty Divine Tree had been transformed into the Demon Tree by Ye Zhuo.

The Demonic Statue of the Outer Path now truly lived up to its name.

Ye Zhuo was a Greater Daemon!

If the Sage of Six Paths and Kaguya Otsutsuki were alive, they probably would not have turned against each other. They would have joined forces against Ye Zhuo instead!

He was the true greatest demon in the Shinobi World!

It was over. Revive Kaguya Otsutsuki? What a joke.

"The sky's going dark!"

Deidara spoke bitterly. They had only just been revived, yet an army of shadows had already surrounded them.

Deidara, Kisame Hoshigaki, Zetsu, and Sasori had never relied on visual jutsu. As long as they had chakra, they could fight.

But under the relentless assault, every scrap