Year 64 of the Hidden Leaf Calendar, late at night. Near the battlefield of Eighth Gorge.
The wind had completely died. The pale Divine Tree bud hanging in midair seemed to have sucked every trace of air and sound from the surroundings. The oppressive stillness made it hard to breathe.
Obito stood atop the Golem's head, extreme madness gleaming through the half of his remaining mask. Looking down at the scattered Allied Shinobi Forces positions below, he said, "Naruto Uzumaki, do you think having more people matters? The Ten-Tails' true power is the pure nightmare of overwhelming numbers."
He slammed one hand down on the Golem's shriveled back.
"Squelch! Squelch!"
A skin-crawling sound of flesh tearing rang out. From the Ten-Tails' withered mass of flesh, thousands upon thousands of grayish-white tumors suddenly burst forth. The moment they hit the ground, they rapidly stretched and twisted into shape, sprouting thick limbs, enormous blood-red single eyes, and sharp wooden spikes across their backs.
Ten-Tails Split Bodies!
There were tens of thousands of them, like a pack of starving beasts gone mad, howling as they charged toward the Allied Shinobi Forces' defensive lines in every direction. In an instant, the entire battlefield was split into dozens of fragmented zones.
Naruto was being firmly pinned down by Madara at the center of the battlefield. He glanced at the tide of monsters surging in from all sides, his eyes turning cold as he prepared to create thousands of Shadow Clones to reinforce the lines.
Then a burst of piercing static came through the mental link, followed by Shikamaru's gritted voice. "Naruto, keep that old lunatic on your side under control! You don't need to worry about the front lines. Leave this place to us!"
Naruto froze for a moment, then broke into a grin. He